Do You Even Care? / STYLE SOUTHPARK

☆Chapter 14 ☆

...Kyle's POV...

Kenny and I walked down the road, not saying much. I think about confessing that I have a crush on Stan. If he tries to tell anyone I could just blackmail him so there really is nothing to lose.

I try to will myself to just open my mouth and say it. Before I can make myself say it, my phone rings. It's my mom.

I pick up the call, "Hey, Mom."

"Hi, Kyle. Can you pick up some milk from the corner store on your way home?" My mom asks.

"Oh, the powers back on?" I return with a question.

"Yes it is, can you get the milk?"

I guess the corner store is right on the way back home. "Yeah, I will. Love you," I tell her.

"I love you too, Bubbie!" She sings and then hangs up.

I put my phone into my back pocket. "Your mom?" Kenny asks me, eyebrow raised. I just nod. "So your power's back on?"

I nod again, "Yeah, I'm supposed to get milk on the way home too, I guess." 

Kenny rolls his eyes. "You're leaving me already?" He jokes. We pause our walking, to chat a little longer before I leave.

"Yup. Don't worry I'd rather be with you but milk is very important," I roll my eyes. Kenny chuckles, his blonde hair blowing in the wind.

"Alright, go fulfill your duties," he grins turning and waving to me. I wave back, smiling and then I'm on my way too.

...Stan's POV...

After staring at the ceiling for a long time and reflecting I'm coming around to realize how bad I fucked up. All I can think about is last night.

I've not been thinking just about the fact that I fucked up but also the fact that I found it really hot when Kyle was pissed. I think I might be Bisexual. I haven't ever thought about it too much before but it doesn't surprise me. Looking back it seems sorta obvious. I mean my thoughts about men haven't always been very straight but I still like girls so it checks out in my mind. More specifically my thoughts about Kyle haven't always been straight.

That doesn't matter right now though because he still won't talk to me. It's been torture, how has he not caved and talked to me yet? Is it really not affecting him? Am I that co-dependent? I hope it isn't just me that's losing my mind.

I need to make an apology to Kyle. Something, anything. But how, he won't even listen to me. Time to brainstorm... I can't think of shit. Kyle's always been the smart one, not me. Maybe a gift and some well thought out words will work? First I'll have to force him to listen but I can figure that out.

Eventually, I will myself to get out of bed. I didn't drink too much last night so for once I'm not really hung over. In the mirror I fix my hair with my hands and put my jacket on over my PJs. Alright. It is a bit of a chilly spring morning so I pull on my hat too. After sliding on my shoes I slip out the door and start to walk to the corner store.

Inside the store it's chilly (I avoid the cold section because I'm already cold as is). I fiddle with some Mexican candies I find on the shelf, curious as to what they are exactly. Then the door swings open and I turn my head instinctively. My entire body goes from cold to frozen as I see Kyle enter the store. He notices me and I quickly glance away, putting the candy that I'm holding down and pretending scan the shelves. All I can think about is how I look like hell. Why didn't I just change before coming here?

Reccently, it's felt like we are having a contest to see who can act like they care less. Deep down I know Kyle still cares about me and I know I still care about him. Why we both refuse to admit it? No clue. All I know is that he's been occupying way too much of my mind reccently. I hate how much I like him, its something I'd never admit to anyone... except maybe him.

Kyle moves about the store briskly. He grabs a gallon of milk and moves to the counter. I bet his mom sent him here. My eyes can't help but watch as he leaves, milk in hand, door swinging shut behind him.

I still don't know what to get. He likes choclate, I mean who doesnt? I grab a Hershey's bar and rather than going to the counter, I shove it into my coat pocket; I didn't bring money.

...

As I flip down on to my bed I get my phone out of my pocket and I text Butters. He's always been really sweet, I bet he'd have good ideas on how to apologize.

I wait for what feels like forever but he doesn't reply. I realize that "forever" was a grand total of 12 minutes. What can I say? I'm extremely impatient right not. So I open Kenny and I's messages, I can ask him instead. If I'm lucky some of Butters wisdom has rubbed off on him from all the time they spend together.

Kenny

Hey

Can u help me out?

With what??

apologizing to Kyle, idk how to do it

Sure, u said he won't talk to you right?

Yup

Cool, I have an great idea then

Here's the plan: