[IM SICK OF YOU!]
Kyle watches from the doorway, his arms crossed tightly over his chest as Stan stumbles down the street again, weaving in and out of the pools of streetlight like some haunted, broken thing. The sight should be familiar by now, but it never really is. Each time Stan returns like this, swaying with that sloppy smile and half-lidded eyes, it claws at Kyle’s insides, reminding him of every broken promise and every late night he spent alone, waiting for Stan to come back.
He sighs, the sound bitter in his throat, before grabbing his coat and stepping outside. The cold hits him like a slap, but he’s used to that kind of sting by now. Walking quickly, he closes the distance, calling out, “Stan! What the hell are you doing?”
Stan swings around, his gaze finding Kyle in a hazy, bleary sweep. “Kyle! You fucking piece of shit!” he slurs, a twisted grin on his face as he takes a step toward him, tripping over his own feet. The words are so familiar by now, Kyle can almost predict them. But that doesn’t mean they hurt any less.
“Yeah, that’s right. I’m a piece of shit.” Kyle’s jaw tightens, but his voice stays steady. It’s an old ache, well worn from nights just like this, but tonight, something in him snaps, a tension breaking in the silence between them. “You think I don’t know that? I’m out here every damn night, dragging you home. I’ve tried, Stan, over and over—but you don’t care, do you?”
Stan stares at him, his eyes glassy, half-lidded. “I do care, Kyle,” he mumbles, almost to himself. But then his mouth twists into that smirk again, and he laughs, a cold, hollow sound. “Just not about you.”
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Southpark Oneshots!
FanfictionThis is a book full of different universes and stories using Southpark characters. They could be spooky, festive, it depends on when I write them. THIS WILL CONTAIN SMUT/LEMON Most likely to be updated more lol
