86 Feelings (Stan x Kenny)[Completed]

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A/N: Two more chapters after this guys!!!! I've enjoyed writing this so much, and thank you to everyone who took the time to read this!! :) I'm hoping these last few chapters will be a good close out to Stan and Kenny's story <3

(Day 581 Pt.3)

Stan hated that Kenny was right - he didn't believe him. And, how was he supposed to believe something as impossible as that?

All he could do was chuckle: "Uh, what?"

Kenny drew out a long sigh, rubbing his hand over his face. He was trying to collect patience because he understood why Stan didn't buy it. "This is why I haven't told you much about my life, Stan. I-I don't know how to prove it to you.. You.. You've seen me die before." He faced away from him, now. "I lied, and I'm so sorry! We met once when we were kids, and you won't ever remember it because you watched me die. It's one of the reasons I went to a different school, I didn't want to make a friend, and ruin your life."

It was too much to wrap his mind around. Stan knew he wouldn't make this up, but why was he just now telling him this? He didn't get it; as impossible as it all seemed, he couldn't push the memories of Kenny's recklessness from his mind. After everything they'd been through, would Kenny really lie to him?

Looking back to his shuddering boyfriend, Stan felt his stomach twist. Something told him that it was true. "Ken.." He struggled to breathe through the panic. "We've met before? Why didn't you just tell me?"

He shook his head, blonde hair falling from his snapback loosely. "You wouldn't have believed me. Besides, I was falling in love with you, so why the hell would I do that to you?"

"Does Tammy know?" Stan was on autopilot now, grasping at whatever question his brain presented to him just so he didn't have to think about the reality of it all.

"No. No one does." Kenny nibbled his bottom lip. He expected his boyfriend to have more of a reaction.

Stan didn't feel real. He looked down at his hands as his consciousness swam through memories, desperate to find that "first" moment he met Kenny; it didn't exist, and despite the fact that he trusted Kenny implicitly now, Stan began laughing. At least, it felt like it, until tears started streaming down his cheeks. Now, the absolute terror was setting in, and the small possibility that his boyfriend was just batshit crazy, pushed him towards an edge.

He collapsed to his knees, the sobs fully erupting through trembling lips. Kenny met him there, immediately holding the other as he rocked back and forth, and muttered incomprehensible things. They had already pushed the boundaries of Stan's ability to handle things with the alcoholism talk, and with this piled on top of it, he was absolutely defeated.

All he wanted was for Kenny to be happy. Now, no matter what he did, Stan couldn't shake the notion that nothing could make an immortal happy.

Fuck! What should I do?! Stan squeezed the arm wrapped around his chest, grounded by the familiar tingle it gave him. If Tammy spent years living with the guy, why did he never tell her? He had too many questions.

"Ken?" He muttered; Kenny, too afraid to speak again, only hummed. "Why are you telling me this? I.. I don't know if I wanted to know something so fucked. Goddamnit, Kenny! This is too much!"

He flinched. "You're right. I'm sorry, I'll-"

"No." Stan wouldn't let him move. He could breathe through this - Kenny was still there, wasn't he? Finally looking back into his boyfriend's eyes, Stan was comforted to find he really existed. "I love you, don't go anywhere. I just.. Tell me what happened that night with Kevin."