Twisted Staircase (StanXKyle)

Chapter 3| A Picture

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They reach the main office and are confronted by a nurse. Stan hands her the pass and they follow her into a room. She motioned to set Kyle onto the bed. Stan gently let him down on the bed and sat next to him. 

The nurse read the paper, "So... sprained ankle?" Kyle looked up and nodded.

"How bad does it hurt, hun?"

Kyle put up eight fingers. The nurse kneeled down and examined the ankle, careful not to hurt him. He winced as she lifted it slightly to look around it. "Looks pretty bad, I'm going to have to send you home Kyle."

Stan looks up, "No one's at his house until five." He looks at Kyle to confirm. No response.

"Then I'll call who ever is on his emergency contact list." She walked out of the room to grab Kyle's files. She comes back in with a couple papers in her hand. "Want me to call Randy Marsh?"

Stan looks at Kyle as he replies "Yeah that's my dad, he'll pick him up."

"You might as well go home as well, school ends in half an hour. Here's a brace Kyle." She squats down and tightly straps it around his ankle, "Good?" Kyle nods yes.

Randy shows up and signs them both out. They load up in the car and Randy drops them off at Kyle's house. Stan helps Kyle out of the car and into his room. He sets him down on the bed and puts their backpacks down. Kyle looks around the room and eventually at Stan. A warm familiar feeling flooded into him.

    Stan flopped down next to Kyle and stared at the ceiling. "At least it's a weekend, right?" Kyle didn't answer. He let himself fall next to Stan and stared at the ceiling as well.

He sighed, "I dunno what im doing, I'm just stupid." He closed his eyes and held his breath. "I try my best, and I get left behind. What's up with that?" Stan sat up and looked at him.

"Kyle, you don't need to impress him. I know you like him, but it's not your fault Clyde is an asswipe."

"He is kind of an asswipe..." Kyle sighed and sat up. He looked to his side and saw Stan. The comfortable feeling he sensed with Stan made him long to stay there. He let his head fall onto Stan's shoulder, making Stan as red as a tomato. He looked at Kyle and smiled. Before they knew it, both of them had fallen back down on the bed and drifted off.

By 5 Kyle's parents walked through the door. Stan jolted up, causing Kyle to jump a little.

"Kyle! Are you home sweetie?" His mom called out. Stan shook his shoulder.

"Kyle wake up you faggot."

"hhhMMM YEAH I'M HERE MOM," He shouted from upstairs. Then he punched at Stan and laughed, "Wow is it because I'm gay?"

"Ok I just wanted to make sure because you weren't at school!"

Stan helped Kyle down the stairs to greet his mom.

"Oh hello there Stan I didn't know you were here. How are youAAAHH WHAT HAPPENED KYLE BROFLOVSKI?!'

"Kyle hurt his ankle so my dad brought him home before school ended."