Do You Even Care? / STYLE SOUTHPARK

☆ Chapter 25 ☆

... Kyle's POV...

My eyes flutter open to the familiar sight that is Stan's bedroom. I yawn and slowly adjust myself, trying to not wake Stan who still has his arms wrapped around me.

Stan's room...

Fuck.

I gently shake Stan. "Dude, wake up!" I hiss.

He groans. "Jesus, just give me a second... Kyle?" He sits, clearly confused by me being here.

"I fell asleep last night, my mom is so gonna kill me!"

"Yeah, you're dead," Stan sighs, eyes half open and voice sleepy.

I groan. He isn't wrong. "Maybe I'll just wait a bit to tell her we're dating... she'd really kill me if she knew I snuck out in the middle of the night to go see my boyfriend."

"Good plan," Stan nods. He sits up against his head board, seemingly thinking. "I guess I could tell my parents. Don't imagine they'd care."

"Or we don't tell them and we can still have sleepovers," I suggest.

Stan half laughs, "Maybe."

He looks at me, smiling and cheeks slightly red. Then his face suddenly falls flatter than a pancake. "Dude..." he whispers.

I raise an eyebrow. "What?" I ask.

He grabs my chin and turns my head to the side. He lets go of my chin and looking back at him he looks more worried. He grabs his phone snaps a picture of my neck and then opens the photo and shows it to me.

I feel my eyes widen and eyebrows raise. "Shit. We are so fucked," I whisper.

"I didn't think I was doing it that hard!" He exclaims definitively. "Sorry," he adds.

"Don't be sorry it felt... good, but it's huge, what the hell do I do?" I question.

"Stay at my house until it's gone?" Stan grins.

I roll my eyes. That would go over like the titanic with my mom. I grab my phone, opening the camera to look at it myself.

"Wear turtle necks until it's gone?" Stan suggest.

I groan, "Who the hell owns turtlenecks?"

Stan shrugs. "Well are you going to go home now or wait to brave the storm until after school?" He asks.

"I might as well go home now," I sigh.

I stand up, Stan follows me to his window. I behind to open it but Stan grabs my hand. "See you soon?" He asks with soft smile on his face.

"Yeah," I hum.

...

I'm about a half hour late to school as my mom drops me off in front of the office. She reacted better than I expected. She inevitably saw the giant hickey I have and I panicked... I told her the truth. She was a little shocked by the news when I said I'm gay and dating my best friend (but fair enough, I'd be shocked too). She insisted we sit and talk about how she supports me no matter what but that I am banned from sleepovers with Stan. Oh and I am grounded for sneaking out, until Saturday.