Fallen Star - (Kyle Broflovski X Reader)

Chapter 5: Truthfully (Y/N)

You can't quite find the words to describe how mad you are right now. You keep muttering obscenities directed towards Stan and his entire bloodline while you check the apartment for any sign of Wendy. Confirming she had left for work, you go to the door to let Stan in. But your hand hesitates while reaching for the doorknob. You aren't sure if it's the best idea to let him inside. You had pegged him as sort of a dorky lover boy who wanted help getting his soulmate back, but him showing up here like this without your consent makes you think twice. Plus, it would probably be a major violation of Wendy's trust to let her potentially psycho ex-boyfriend into your home. Deciding it's best to talk outside, you open the door and firmly close it behind you. Stan looks confused and says something, but your eyes are firmly trained on what's leaning against the wall behind him. Your previously thought lost pink bike.

"What the hell is this doing here?" You ask, walking over and checking the handle bar to confirm it's really yours. Sure enough, the carving you made when you first got it at 13 is still there, staring back at you.

"Oh, Kyle dropped it off," Stan explains, and your heart drops. "Yeah, he just left, without saying anything either. He asked if I was here to see you, then walked away."

"Kyle was here?"

Stan nods, and a hundred different scenarios as to why he left go through your head. You had told him you were meeting your date from last night here, so he comes with your bike and finds... Stan. Fuck.

You sprint down the stairs, the only thought in your mind is to talk to him before he gets the wrong idea. But it's too late, you run outside and find no sight of him. You slowly trudge up the stairs, walking until you come face to face with Stan. The sadness of not being able to catch up and explain everything to Kyle couples with the stress of Stan showing up unannounced, and you explode.

"Why the fuck are you here Stan? I made it very clear, I would only help you if you gave both Wendy and I space, yet not even 24 hours after, you show up at our apartment!" Stan opens his mouth to say something, but you're too angry to let him get a word in. "Don't fucking tell me you're here because you love her, or because you're desperate. Because right now, all I see is a selfish, pathetic excuse of a man who's relying on two women to fix all his problems. And now you've gone ahead and fucked up my life since of course you can't be the only miserable one. You have to drag down everyone else with you. But if your life sucks, you don't go and screw it up for others."

You push past him and open the door. Stepping inside, you remember one last thing that you hope gets stuck in his thick skull.

"Oh, and if I ever see you within twenty feet of this apartment again, I'll pepper spray your ass and call the cops while you're on the floor crying for your mommy."

And with that, you slam the door in his bewildered face and fall onto the couch. You need this day to be over with, so after leaving a voicemail to Sam saying that you won't be in for the rest of the day, you curl up and float into a dreamless nap.

...

You awake with the time on your phone reading 11:03pm. Your inbox is filled with messages from Stan, and you groan. You had meant to sleep until morning and let him be your future problem, but the pillow squished under your head and the heavy blanket on top of you reminds you that Wendy's too nice for you to carry on lying to her.

You get up, grab two beers from the fridge, then walk over to her room. She's sitting on her bed watching some Netflix show, which she pauses after inviting you in.

'Hey, thanks for making it comfortable enough for me to sleep on the couch, you were the only thing standing between me and a really bad neck sprain," you tell Wendy as you open the drinks and hand one to her.