South Park Smut And Such

Stan x Kyle: I Miss You

(Another one, because the wheel said so.)

(Possible TW: cussing, gore, rejection, death, self harm, very sad.)
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Kyle had been laying in bed for hours, now finally finding sleep. Though, the incident is still tormenting him, filling his dreams.

Stan is looking at me, a disgusted expression on his face. I feel my heart break as he turns away on his heel. "I don't feel the same. It's better we don't talk anymore." Those words echo in my head, over and over, and I feel the pain all over again. I reach out for his arm, but he only seems to be moving further and further away. I scream out to him, but he doesn't face me.

Stan! Stan, please! I'm sorry, please come back! My face is hot and red as I feel the stares of the other students, all looking at me in surprise. They don't stop, some of them snicker, others simply walk away. Stan!? STAN! He's gone.

I jolt awake, tears on my face. The reality of the situation is all too real, and I hug my sides. Why I thought that he'd return my feelings, I have no clue. But now I'm alone in this world. My best friend gone on am instant, all because I decided to stop hiding my feelings. More tears roll down my face, uncontrollably.

My bedroom door opens, and Ike stands in the doorway. "Kyle? Do...you want to talk about it, now?" The thirteen year old sat down beside me, leaning his head on my shoulder. I sob, and he rubs my back. "I told him, I told him and now he wants nothing to do with me. Why do I have to be this way? I d-didnt ask for this! I didn't ask to be gay! To fall in love with someone I already knew I could never have! Christ, it hurts so badly."

Ike didn't leave my side the rest of the night. He didn't want me to be alone during this. The next morning came quickly, and I heard out mother's voice. "Ike? Kyle? Its time for school, is everything okay?" I open my eyes slowly, wincing at the brightness of the room. "Yeah, ma, everything is fine. Ike had a nightmare." I lie. Ike doesn't say anything to suggest that the lie was false.

I get dressed, my eyes aching. They're red from crying the majority of the night. I'm so tired. I brush my teeth and get dressed, deciding against wearing my hat. It reminded me too much of him. I recall the day he said that my hat was the finest he's ever known, and more pain kicks in. The air is frigid today, and I didn't even bother throwing on my coat.

A decision I'm coming to regret. I hear muffled chatter as I approach the boys, but the second I get there, they all go silent. I don't dare look at Stan. Kenny is the first to speak, his voice muffled by his parka, "Dude, aren't you cold?" I shake my head, not wanting to speak. "Haha,look you guys, the jew is heartbroken! Hahaha! Ew, he even has his day walker hair on display, gross!"

I'm not in the mood to start a fight with Cartman, not right now. "So Kahl is a faggot, I fucking told you guys!" He cackles more, and I finally snap. "Fuck off Cartman, you piece of shit! Pick on someone else today, fatass! I'm fucking sick of it! One more word and I'm going to beat the fuck out of you!"

That shuts him up, but then I hear his voice,and immediately my heart drops. "Knock it off, Kyle. You're such a fucking cry baby." The words are like daggers through my heart, and my face turns red with anger and hurt. "Fuck off, Stan." I hear cartman and Kenny gasp. I had never said such a thing to Stan before, so it was surprising to them.

"All of this, for what? Because I'm not gay? Because I have a girlfriend that I'm in love with? You're being ridiculous, Kyle! Grow up!" My face goes pale, and tears prick my eyes. I wipe them away hurriedly, my hands hurting from the cold air. "I understand that. I understand that nobody will ever love me. I'll never get the girl, just like I'll never get the guy. I don't care. You threw me away the second I told you the truth. Some best friend you turned out to be."