I Can't Believe It [South Park] (Stan x Kyle)

Chapter 7

Kyle POV

I was at my bus stop with Kenny and Cartman. Cartman seemed happy, a little too happy with himself "Hey fatass? what'd you do this time? you look WAY to happy today" I said staring at him "Oh why Kyle, can't I just be happy?" He said trying to sound innocent "No," I said "Eh you got me Kyle, I have something big planned for today......" Cartman said smiling. Stan ran up to us and quickly hugged me and said hi to Kenny.

"Why are you so happy, Cartman?" Stan said, Cartman rolled his eyes "oh nothing... no reason..." He said with a small stupid little smile.

We got to school and Stan, Kenny and I went to class were Cartman went to the Cafeteria. That fucking fatass, always hungry. I sat in my seat along with Stan and Kenny. I watched as Stan started getting ready for class. Wendy walked in class looking pissed, yet satisfied. BeBe walked in class and looked abnormally happy as, well. Now that I think about it some of the girls had these evil looked on their faces today. Did we miss something? I'm so confused, what 'big thing' is going to happen today?

After class the bell for lunch rang. Everybody got out of the seats and walked to the cafeteria. Stan waited for me and I smiled. I ran up next to him and grabbed his hand. Mrs. Garrison did not look very happy at us holding hands. She stared at us as we exited the class room. "Hey Stan?" I said as we walked in the Cafe. "Yeah?" i took a deep breath "Have you noticed people have seemed abnormally happy, yet kinda evil today. Cartman said this morning something big was happening today" he looked around the lunch room and at everybody "Yeah..... People seem different, I wonder what's going to happen today" we both shrugged our shoulders and got in the lunch line.

Everybody had their lunches and were eating. I looked around and saw the six graders walk in the cafeteria and up to Stan. I watched as one of the sex graders grabbed Stan by the back of his shirt and pulled him to the floor. I watched in complete horror as they dragged him out of the cafe. Kenny smacked me and made me look at him. I snapped back to my senses. "Snap out of it Kyle! let's go save Stan!" Kenny snapped at me. I nodded and I got out of my seat and we ran out of the lunch room.

I could practically hear Stan screaming. I heard it very faintly, it sounded muffled. Kenny and I ran towards it, it was coming from the janitor closet. I tried opening the door but it was locked. I heard screams come from inside the small room. I knew they where from Stan. I started banging at the door and trying to force it open. I looked around the hall quickly looking for something to smash the lock off. I picked up a good sized rock from inside a open locker. I started smashing it onto the lock again and again and again. The lock fell off and I opened the door. I saw Stan on the floor unconscious with a six grader beating him. I was shocked, these are six graders. I can't do anything to help Stan. I can't do anything, I'm powerless here. The six graders looked at us "oh shit... let's go we can't get in trouble again dude." One of them said. They all ran out of the closet pushing past Kenny and I. Kenny grabbed a baseball bat and ran after the six graders. I watched as Kenny hit one of the six graders in the head with the bat making him fall and the others run away as fast as they could. I stopped watching and sat next to Stan. "Stan! STAN! Stan come on baby, PLEASE STAN!!! GET THE FUCK UP!" I screamed at Stan. Tears rushed down my cheeks as I shook him. "Stan.... please..." I said looked down with my tears falling to the cold floor. I took the off the cloth that covered his mouth and picked him up. I sniffed and let the tears roll down my cheek. "Come on babe, don't worry, I gotcha" I said walking outside.

I brought Stan to the hospital and they said they couldn't do anything to help. I brought Stan back to his house and open the door with the key Stan had. Stan's parents are no where to be seen. That's good...... right? I opened Stan's bedroom and door and placed him his bed. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed an ice pack from the freezer and wrapped it in a paper towel. I walked back into his room and sat on his bed. I placed the icepack on his eye and cheek. He had a black eye and his cheek was all cut up and scratched and bruised. I lifted up his shirt and saw a few cuts and bruises. I took a deep breath and covered my mouth. Why would the six graders do this? Just for some stupid-ass fucking fun? Is this the big thing so many people were happy about today? My boyfriend getting his ass kicked by some fucking assholes? This makes no fucking sence whats so ever. I don't understand all of this. I just hope I can help stan as best as I possiably can. I am not no doctor or anything like that. I'll help Stan through all of this and protect him with my life. I'll gladly give up my life for Stan to be okay. I'll take all hits, I'll take it all if he is okay in the end. I don't care if Heaven won't take me back. I'll make sure Stan is save in the end of all this. I'm going to find out why and how this happened. I want answers, I'm going to get them too.