"H-huh?" The blonde sat up, his eyes flickering at the redhead. "Okay...? You start." Kenny said as the opposite team got a score. He muttered a low 'fuck' before Kyle answered "well, I have nothing to hide from you, do YOU have something that you've been hiding?" He asked, turning off the game as Kenny looked at him, rolling his eyes and grinned "no." That was the only answer that came out of his lips, not a 'maybe' or even a stutter. He was oddly confident to this lie. "Oh, really? How's Eric's kitchen?" Kyle came in forward, Kenny only left to blush in embarrassment. "H-his kitchen? I guess it's fine?".
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There was slience. Just silence for over 30 minutes. A 'woosh' hitting against the window, while the two just stared at each other in pure awkwardness. Kyle knew that it was a bit strong how he came out at him, but it had to happen. It was worrying him, scaring him, even. "Kyle. Please don't snitch." He whispered in the silence. The jew had nothing to do but nod at that. He rollee his eyes as he got up "I'm not gonna snitch, that's not what I do." He said "but... why don't you ever invite yourself over to dinner to my house? You can always eat here, Stan and Eric don't pay enough attention to us to care!" Kyle explained. The blonde sitting across from him had no answers, he didn't want to have them. "Because I hate the looks I get from all of you. All those pity snacks that you give me, all the little fucking stares." He told him. "Don think that I don't hear you guys whisper in the hallways with everyone else. 'How's Kenny' or 'did you give anything to Kenny for lunch today?' And even 'What's wrong with Kenny?' It pisses me off!" The blonde exclaimed. "I hate being treated like some sort of puppy, you people make me feel like complete shit! I even have to scramble in my own friend's house to get food from them. And what do you three always end up doing? Giving me. Those. Fucking. Looks." Kenny had been treated like that through most of high-school. Everyone thought that he didn't hear them, but really their whispers drilled into his head, making him more and more self-conscious of himself. "Especially being treated like this by you." He looked at him, with a sharp look into Kyle's big green eyes. "I'm sick of everyone doing this...".
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(Kyle's POV)
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I watched him vent, my thoughts running around my mind, making me panic. I took my hand and placed it on Kenny's shoulder for comfort, but he shrugged it off. There was very little options for me to do at this point. I just watched my friend have a complete rant on how he's just here from pity. We all do that. Stan, Eric, Craig, Clyde, everyone! Nobody treats him like a classmate, we always treat him like he's so different from the rest. I feel horrible, and disgusting on how I act around him. It's time that I change that.
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(Kenny's POV)
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'It's fine. It's fine.' Is what I always tell myself walking down the hallways. 'They're not talking about you, they're not talking about you' I lie to myself. I know it's not fine, I know that they talk about how poor I am, and how desperate Kenny is for food. It drives me insane. The same feeling, everyday. It drills into my brain, like some sort of brain wash! It hurts to see, out of all people, Kyle to treat me like this. I expected Stan and Eric, but not Kyle. Kyle Broflovski, my best friend. My supposedly 'best pal' but of course. I was just that out of pity. They don't care about me, they have absolutely no worries. Every time I die, it's just the same old boring lines. 'Oh my god, they killed kenny!' And then they walk off like nothing happened. I stopped dying a couple years ago, in freshman year. It really takes me back when I used to have my hoodie always covering my mouth. Kyle's always been... special to me. I never really saw anything bad in him, but I started knowing that he was like everyone else a couple of months ago. They were basically feeding me, like I was some kind of stranded and left-alone puppy. They treat me like a responsibility, not a friend.
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(No POV)
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As Kenny stood up with Kyle, he was greeted with a hug. A very, very deep hug. He frowned, but hugged back, couldn't hold himself from doing so. The blonde grabbed Kyle, and shifted his weight so that he would be looking straight at him. 'Well, here goes' he told himself before leaning in, and kissing him right on the lips.
(Author's: This chapter is bad, I know. But hey, you DID see my name, didn't you?)
