"There you go!"
Stan's mom placed the final bandage on my right arm. I checked a bit, and smiled sweetly.
"Is it too tight, Kyle?"
She asked. I shook my head, to tell her it's just the right tightness and securement.
"Thank goodness."
Stan sighed softly. I glanced at him, humming with curiosity. He looked away pouting, and also looking flushed.
I tilted my head, waiting for his answer.
"J-Just glad my bestfriend didn't break any...part of his body..."
He muttered, with an embarrassed tone. Stan was still looking away, as I smiled. But I can't help thinking if this is a trick or not. He might've seen me that time when I was luring Heidi in, and just didn't tell me.
"Well, thanks Mrs. Marsh, I need to go home."
I told them. She nodded, and helped me up.
"Stanley, go with Kyle, until he gets home."
His mother told him. Stan snapped out of his deep thinking, and rushed towards me.
"Oh no! It's fine, Mrs. Marsh, really."
I told her. This is too embarrassing, I can handle myself going to my house alone.
"Kyle, I insist."
She saud. Well, I guess, I can't do anything about it. Stan's going with me. I'm nervous at the same time happy, but I think the nervous part of my emotions is winning.
"C'mon Kyle. Let's get you home."
Stan informed me. I nodded slowly, as we both walked out the door.
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I rubbed my hands as Stan guided me to my house. It was freezing cold, and I didn't bring my gloves, how stupid of me. Good thing that Stan didn't notice me warming up, I don't want him fussing over tiny things.
"You're cold."
Stan said, not looking at me. I gazed at him, and stayed silent. He didn't look at me, he just started taking off his gloves and grabbing my hands.
He put on his red gloves on my hands, and rubbed them together, to add some warmth. Well, how... sw-thoughtful! I meant thoughtful! Jeez.
He smiled sweetly at me, and held my hand throughout the time until I got home. I felt like I was melting so much that time.
BUT DON'T GET DISTRACTED!!!!
I still need to kill off Heidi Turner for hugging my one and only. She'll pay, and she'll pay, with her life.
I'm sure of it.
*knock knock knock*
I heard the door sound. I walked towards the front door weakly, because of my aching muscles, and opened the door. Stan?
"Hey Kyle... I forgot something..."
He told me as I opened the door, meeting him. I tilted my head, 'cause I didn't know what he meant by it. I hope it isn't bad news...
"Yeah, Stan?"
I waited for him. I let him in, and out the cold. He put his hands in his pocket and began his 'talk'. He's cold.
"I have recently seen our classmates, not attending school, or any place..."
He started. I froze in place as he began to speak his words out. He continued lightly, explaining.
"...and mostly, those people are the ones who I've been with recently like Wendy and Jimmy..."
He continued. Shit! He noticed! H-How? This can't be true. I must be dreaming in a place called f*ckery!
"Do you think there's someone... you know... eliminating them? Taking them away? Do I have some sort of... admirer?"
He stopped and finished. I froze in place, still shocked that he actually remembered, and noticed people missing... crap.
"U-Uh...I-I- uh..."
I stammered completely. I couldn't say anything, if he knows, then I should probably kill myself.
"You probably got confused with me... sorry for discussing... and also asking a weird question..."
He apologized neatly. I snapped out of my nervousness and began talking.
"N-No... I can... uh... also tell that people are m-missing and all... but maybe we can talk in the morning because... it's g-getting... dark..."
I told him, nervously stuttering. I glanced at him, who looked pretty convinced at what I said.
"Yeah... Well see you then..."
He said as he started to leave. I held his hand, to stop him and turned to me. He tilted his head, and lowered his head a bit, because I was pretty shorter than him... well, a lot shorter to be exact. -_-
"Yeah, Kyle?"
He said, as I started taking off his gloves from my hand. I put it on his hands and rubbed it together, to add some warmth.
"Thanks!"
I told him. He smiled and laughed a bit. He patted my no-hat red head, head.
I smiled back and waved goodbye.
"Bye, Kyle!"
"Bye, Stan!"
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You Are The Reason
Mystery / ThrillerI really like him. Who cares if he's my best friend? Is it a sin? No. No it isn't. I would do anything for him, even kill others who get in my way and is a threat to him. My Beloved
