Promise Me ~ A Style Fanfic ~

Chapter 8| Style

My brain couldn't process what was happening. My body couldn't react to what was happening either. I just stood there like an idiot while Stan's tongue explored my mouth eagerly and the hand that he had placed on the back of my head slightly caressed my ginger curls. 'Do something!' a tiny little voice screamed in my head but I couldn't. I was in total shutdown. I had no control of my body.

He pulled back and I could hear the tiny little voice in my head groan in disappointment. He gave me a worried look and asked, "Did I guess wrong?"

'No you sunnovabitch! You guessed right! Now kiss me again!' The voice hollered but nothing came out of my mouth. I haven't recovered yet. I wasn't physically able to speak quite yet.

"Kyle? Ky? Are you okay? I'm sorry. I thought--"

"Y-you're gay?!" I finally managed to choke out. 'Eww, that was an unflattering tone of voice I just used.' I sounded like an old withered man who had just finished smoking his twelfth cigarette pack of the day.

"I don't know," he said.

"You don't know...?"

"It's complicated..."

"Well I have about two minutes before Cartman takes me away and I'll never get to talk to you again," I said.

"Where is he?"

"Outside with Kenny." He got up and left the room. I followed him down the stairs and through the living room of concerned party guests who asked if he's all right and out the door to the front yard.

"Move, Kenneh! You're in my way!" he whined.

"But I really like standing out here with your sweet fat ass," he flirted.

"You fucking fag. Don't think that I don't know what happened between you and Kahl..." Stan sidestepped Kenny and grabbed Cartman by the collar of his shirt. Amazingly, he lifted him off the ground. Only like half a centimeter but that's still pretty impressive considering Cartman's weight.

"Listen you fat fuck. The deal you have here with Kyle is over," he growled.

"I don't think so, hippie. I'm going to--"

"You're going to do nothing at all or I will tell everyone about the incident," he interrupted.

Cartman looked shocked and narrowed his eyes in hate, "That's weak, man."

"You owe me," replied Stan. He hung Cartman in the air for a moment of awkward silence. The tension was strong and I could see people watching through the living room window.

"Fine," he said. Stan dropped him and he wobbled away. Stan then turned around, grabbed my hand and lead me back inside. I was incredibly conscious of our hands touching. My heart rate tripled from the contact. He was about to take me upstairs but then he stopped and dragged me to the partygoers.

"Everyone. Kyle here has been the victim of another one of Cartman's pranks. He was forced to be his slave...again," he grimaced. "We've all been there and done that. Kyle didn't mean to do any of those things and he's sorry. Right?"

"Yeah. I'm really sorry. Clyde, I didn't mean to slander your moms name and Timmy, I didn't mean to tip you over," I said.

"It's okay. She was a bitch anyways," said Clyde.

"Timmy!" He cheered and flopped his arms through the air.

"What about me?" Wendy asked and crossed her arms all huffy like.

"Oh...yeah...sorry," I lied. Truth be told, I didn't mind calling her a hairy gorilla. She's put Stan through so much bullshit through the years that I really couldn't be bothered to care about her. She obviously didn't believe my faux apology and just rolled her eyes.