Make Me Blush. (Stan X Kyle) [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter Two

notes
• lines mean POV change
• dots mean setting

word count: 3,284

warnings: angst, mention of cutting, possible cutting, bullying

/see end of chapter for more notes

It was another day, another day of possible torture for Kyle.

Kyle was awake all night, thinking about Stan and hating on himself. He was in too deep, he couldn't escape now.

Kyle wished he could just give up on Stan, he wished it so bad, but it only drove him to love Stan even more.

It was driving Kyle insane.

He was sitting up in bed, gripping onto his hair, rocking back and forth.

His mother knocked on his bedroom door.

"Kyle? You're gonna be late for school, Bubbie," she said. Kyle didn't answer. He stayed in the same position he was in.

Stanley would be the death of him. Literally.

Seeing him with his girlfriend just made Kyle's heart break more.

Seeing the person you love who would never love you back is like a stab to the heart, multiple times. Over and over again.

He was shaking now, and on the brink of tears.

Kyle hated himself.

He hated himself for loving Stan to death.

His best fucking friend.

What would happen of someone other than Kenny were to find out and tell him? How would he react?

Kyle didn't know, and he didn't want to.

Stan was straight, quite obvious, he has a girlfriend and all.

Who knows, Stan may not be straight.

Even if Kyle believed he wasn't.

Kyle was stuck. He was stuck so bad.

What would happen if his parents found out? About his sexuality? They aren't that homophobic, but they still don't like it. How would they react if Kyle were to come out to them?

There were many thoughts for that question, and each one made Kyle start panicking even more.

He hates himself.

Having disgusting thoughts about your best friend, and parents who might do their worse.

Kyle hates himself.

Kyle pulled down his sleeves, look at his scarred arms, scarred from the sins he had done. The sins which his parents specifically said to avoid, to be 'normal'.

Stan didn't know about the cutting, no one really did.

Except for Kenny of course because that fucking kid is some superhero or something.

Kyle ran his fingers over the scars, the old and the new.

He was in this weird state of depression.

All over hating yourself for loving someone too much.

There was another knock on the door, and Kyle finally was taken out of his thoughts.

"Bubbie? Are you up yet? You're late for school," his mother said.

Kyle groaned. Maybe he could just skip today? No, he's too good of a student to do that. He felt sick though.