86 Feelings (Stan x Kenny)[Completed]

27

(Day 533)

"So, are you finally gonna have the balls to come over tonight, and talk to me?!"

Stan had pushed open the back door from the kitchen with so much force that the handle managed to wedge itself between two bricks. Despite his loud outbreak into the silence, Kenny didn't bother to acknowledge him. This had been going on for two days too long, and Stan was about to lose his fucking mind.

The night that Kenny was supposed to come over to discuss their relationship, he canceled with no explanation. He hadn't even bothered to tell Stan in person either, he only sent a text instead, and slipped out of the restaurant secretly. And then, being ignored following that? It sliced too deep.

That's why Stan was stomping across the parking lot, itching to get in the face of the guy he was in love with. He was hurt, and scared as hell; Stan had forgotten all rationality. "Kenny." He demanded an answer with a loud halt on the pavement. The blonde didn't look up at him, he only hit his cigarette while he stared at his hands. What the fuck?! "Alright, if you're not gonna talk to me I-I'm assuming this is over! I don't know what I did to you, or what I even was to you, but I.."

It seemed pointless to continue on. Kenny didn't even breathe in response, and Stan couldn't keep fighting the angry tears filling his eyesight. He thought, just for a moment, that it was all his: the happiness, the love and the trust. He felt like a fool, it must've all been in his head.

Stan turned to leave.

A cigarette butt went flying past his right shoulder, halting his retreating form. Stan stayed unmoving, awaiting whatever was coming next from the unpredictable one.

"Why is it always about how you feel?"

The question wasn't filled with venom necessarily, but it was a tone he hadn't heard from Kenny before. His breathing stuttered, and Stan knew he had to face him again. The deep pain in his favorite pair of eyes made him feel sick. "You know your feelings matter to me, but dude, you have to share them, or I don't know what to fucking think!"

Kenny scoffed, pushing up to a standing position. "You can't fix everything, Stan."

What did I do? Stan clenched his jaw. "I.. I did something to you, right? Is that why you're being like this?"

Still avoiding the persistent pair of eyes from the other, Kenny hid his hands deep in jean pockets. He was doing everything possible to not give Stan the truth. "Shit is complicated right now. I kicked Tammy out of my life without a second thought, and-and it has worse repercussions than I can even get into right now! Then, you're constantly there expecting answers that I can't fucking give you!"

The silence rang painfully in Stan's ears. He understood what he was saying now; Kenny was impulsive, and that's all Stan had been to him - just an impulse. He got it now.

It didn't matter that he just got there, Stan was over it, over everything that this life had presented to him. He couldn't find the right words to utter before he walked away from Kenny.

He walked away from the restaurant, too.

Fuck this job, and fuck Kenny McCormick.

Sooo.... I'm sorry! :') Don't lose hope though!