Kyle can hear the train doors open. He doesn't turn around to see who it is, assuming Marjorine is there to make him take back what he said to Kenny. "I'm really not in the mood for a lecture. I'll apologise to Ken later."
"... I'm not here to lecture you, dude." It's Stan's voice that greets him.
"I thought you were Marjorine." Kyle mumbles. He still doesn't look at the door where Stan assumably stands leaning against the wall with crossed arms.
"You don't have to apologise to anyone, Ky." Stan sighs.
Kyle tenses, finally turning his head to meet blue eyes that look dull and tired. He frowns. "Don't call me that."
"What? Oh- oh, I didn't realise..." Stan's emotionless expression falters, contorting into something sad. "Look, I just can't go on acting for the cameras and then ignoring each other in real life. So if you can stop looking at me like I'm a wounded animal I can stop acting like it.
Why can't we just be friends?"
"I told you I'm not good at that." Kyle looks down at the floor, not being able to stand another second looking into Stan's dull eyes.
"You also told me that your favourite colour is green." Stan says as a matter of fact.
"...what?" Kyle glances up, eyebrow raised, "What does that have to do with anything?"
Stan shrugs, lips pulling into a smirk. "I don't know actually. I just wanted to let you know I remembered that."
A small laugh escapes Kyle's lips, and he shakes his head. "That's dumb."
A silence falls over them both, not necessarily awkward, just quiet.
"I remember yours too, by the way." Kyle speaks up after a moment. "Your favourite colour, I mean."
"...yeah?"
"Mhm. Blue. Like the sky." Kyle looks out the window at the world outside. It moves by too quickly for him to see anything specific except for the clouds and sky.
"You're right." Stan follows Kyle's gaze with a tired smile.
"Of course I am." Kyle replies, earning a small chuckle.
"Right." Stan glances up at the clock above his head. "We're soon in District Eleven. You sure you're ready?"
"No." Kyle replies simply. It's the truth and he's tired of lying. "Im not. Stan, His family's there. How can I look into their eyes without feeling guilty of killing their son?"
"But you didn't. You didn't kill him, Kyle." Stan frowns, eyebrows creasing sadly.
"How would you know? You weren't even there."
"No, you're right, I wasn't. I was bleeding out on a ledge all alone. The only reason I'm here is because of you. I know for a fact that you saved my life. A killer wouldn't do that." Stan insists.
"I killed Tolkien." Kyle turns his head. His eyes are full of regret and grief as he meets Stan's gaze.
"That's different."
"No, no it's not, Stan. Im a killer, I still killed someone." Tears well in Kyle's eyes, but he forces them away, blinking rapidly.
"You didn't want to, that's a totally different situation-"
"I did! That's the whole problem," His voice is shaky as he talks, "I wanted to kill him, Stan. I didn't even think about it." He says the last part quietly, as if it won't be true if no one hears it.
"If it's of any help, I did kill people too, you know?" Stan takes a deep breath, unsure of how to make the situation better. "... more than just one."
"Huh?" Kyle sniffs, looking at Stan miserably.
"I'm not proud of it." Stan mumbles, suddenly regretting mentioning it.
"I guess we're both messed up." Kyle laughs, shaking his head and wiping away a tear he hadn't even noticed was rolling down his cheek.
"Yeah. So, uh.. friends?"
"Sure, yeah. I'll try." Kyle nods and presses a palm to his eye with a shaky breath, trying to prevent crying even more.
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This is kinda just a filler chapter but I love these traumatised gays so much I couldn't resist. Hope it was gay enough to not be boring for you guys lmao😭
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Style Hunger Games AU | South Park
Fanfiction"And the second tribute from district twelve is... Ike Broflovski!" Kyle's entire world stops. What? No that can't be true. Ike's name was only entered once. It's his first ever reaping. He can't get picked, that's unfair. Kyle watches as peacekeepe...
