You Are The Reason

Chapter 9: Suspicious

Weekends. Best time of the week. Although I still have to study, but I play most of the time.

Today is no ordinary day for me. I usually go to Stan's place and chill, but I don't wanna see him right now.
I spent all night, along with Ike cleaning the blood up, since there was so much.

*phone rings*

I quickly ran, and answered it. Just my luck, the person I didn't really wanna see, fuckin' called me up.

"Hi Kyle. What's up?"
He greeted. I shrugged, and let out a short sigh.

"Nothing much. Until you called up."
I told him. He laughed, I think he thought it was a joke. I rolled my eyes, I don't wanna see him or hear him. My brain... it gets messed up, after what he said...

"I LOVE YOU!"

Damn it.

"Sorry."
Stan suddenly told me. I stayed silent, but I got a bit shocked. He's 'sorry'? For what exactly?

"F-For what?"
I stammered. I felt my face heating up, good thing he wasn't there to look at me.

"Well, after my confession, well... you and me had been very..."
"Distant?"
I finished his sentence. We stayed silent for a while, then he broke it.

"Y-Yeah..."
He stuttered a bit. I could hear his breathing, and I thought to myself, why does he have a charming voice?

"Bye..."
I told him. He didn't answer so I hung up the phone. I went over to the window and saw many people around, playing, fighting, cursing, and stuff like that.

I closed the curtains, and went to my room. I laid down on my bed and let out a deep sigh.
I grabbed the knife next to me, and gazed at its large sharp blade. It was the blade I used on my first kill. I enjoyed it so much.

I quickly rushed downstairs, holding my knife. I planned to kill another one, but once I opened the door, it wasn't looking pretty.

"S-STAN?!"
Stan was at the door, looking shocked. I hid the knife behind me and let out a faint smile.

"Hey dude..."
He said blankly. I was shocked a bit. Why was he here?!

"W-What are you... doing here?"
I asked nervously, as I held the knife from behind.

"I just thought of coming over and you know... hang out..."
He insisted. I stayed silent and stepped back once. He tilted his head.

"Kyle? You okay? You seem troubled..."
He asked warmly. He can't know. He can't know. HE CAN'T KNOW!!!

"What's that you're holding?"
Stan asked curiously, and wanted to peek, but I kept dodging it.

"N-Nothing! Just... some... r-repellant..."
I lied. I was so nervous. The blade I was holding had blood on it, I haven't cleaned it, considering it was an achievement for me.

"Repellant?"

"Yeah! There w-were so many... rats here earlier and I... uh... just wanted to scare them off..."

Oh... goddamnit, help me, mother f*ckers!

"Oh, alright then... can I see it?"
"No."
He's getting stubborn, I need to let him out. I pushed him a bit, so he could get out of my porch, but he's playing hard to get.

"H-Hey! What? Is something the matter??"
Stan reacted. I stayed silent, and once he was out, I shut the door. I slid my back down the door and sat down.
I let go of the blade, and put my hands on my head. Sulking.

*knock knock knock*

"I need some alone time, Stan."
I told him, expecting my stubborn best friend to answer, but his voice was different.

"Huh? It's me, Kenny."
I stood up quickly, and opened the door. It was Kenny. He was looking a bit worried.

"Dude, I think Stan is getting suspicious. I saw him going out your frontyard, scratching his chin."
He stated. I gasped a bit, and put on a troubling look. What if he knows...? N-NO WAY!

"Dud he meet you?!"
I suddenly asked, gripping his jacket. Kenny looked at me surprised, and held my hands.

"E-Easy, dude!"
He said stuttering. I let go of him, and he gave a short nod. My eyes widened.

"What?! What did he say?!?!"
I screamed in nervousness. He made a 'relax' sign with his hand, and I sighed deeply.

"Well, he asked if you were hiding... anything from him..."
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!"
I quickly asked. I'm protecting Stan not driving him away. Goddamn this life.

"Chill! I just said I didn't know anything, he bought it."
I sighed in relief as I heard it. But I still get the feeling Stan will be evn more curious and weirded, and he'll want to find out the truth... about the real me.

"Damn it!!"

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(Hi guys!! Sorry this chapter is kindaaa... stupid and crappy, but I'll keep on working on it! Thanks!! •w•)