"Do I Know You?" [K2]

Chapter 13 | What Are You Going To Do?

Kyle's POV

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"I can't believe I agreed to do this... what was I thinking?" I muttered to myself as I ran my hand through my untamed red hair. I sighed while flopping down onto my bed, regret filling my head. I had a nice dark dress shirt on with navy blue jeans to compliment it. I didn't do anything to my hair (if you couldn't tell), not even putting my hat on due to my mom telling me that I should more like myself than some

"I mean, there's no emotional connection here, right? We're all just friends, right? Am I even straight, or was I never straight? I don't know anything anymore..." I kept talking to myself, thinking about all the things that could go wrong within the next few hours, stressing myself out even more than I should be stressing out at this age. But that's life, I hope.

Hell, it's only been, what? Oh, about twenty-thee days or so. Twenty-three days and it took me this long to actually start regretting this decision. I did finish the little homework we had hours ago, hence why I was (once again) reading in class. Maybe if I was still working on my homework and got all pissed at them for talking so loud, maybe I wouldn't be involved.

But no, I'm stuck here now with a group date to the dance... I guess. I could always just cancel my plans at the last minute, claim I'm sick, whatever. But that seems too mean, even for me. You don't ditch your friends like that, even if you somehow agreed to their stupid plans.

I kept thinking about all of this, especially how the rest of the month went down: detention, relationships, drama, dances, loneliness, Mysterion...

Just the thought of him gave me butterflies, even though I didn't understand or know why. It was a strange thought at first: a masked hero and one of his friends/allies/whatever embarking on adventures together, saving and ridding South Park of crime while being back in bed before dawn.

Well, that was only a crazy weird fantasy I came up with just now. It wasn't a bad idea though, maybe if I tell him he'll maybe take the idea into consideration...

"Yeah, no. Those fantasies aren't gonna become a reality anytime soon, but dream on, Kyle," A voice said, the room becoming colder due to the open window. Not even looking, I replied saying hi to Mysterion, asking why he care here earlier than usual. Usually it's anytime between the hours of 11PM to 1AM, but being here at around 5:30PM is just a little strange.

"Well, I heard you guys had the dance tonight, and I probably wouldn't see you beforehand," He started calmly, jumping into the rook from where he was previously, "Also, it's been a while. About what... a few days since we've last seen each other?"

"Yeah... true... but you don't have I come every night, you know?" I replied, sitting up on my bed, the familiar figure making his way towards me.

"I know, but it's nice talking to someone at night, especially when no one else cares or anything..." He said to me, muttering something incomprehensible under his breath. I almost asked him what he said, but then remembered he likes to keep to himself.

"That's actually happy and sad at the same time," I chucked, a ping of guilt in my heart at when I said how it was happy and sad. He did look a little sad, so I tried my best to try and cheer him up, thinking about funny memories that happened.

"Remember just last week how, when we went out," I started, us both recalling the memory (me doing a much of hand motions to help retell the story even better), "that dog tried chasing you because he thought that you still had his bone, so he chased you around the block until you jumped onto that ladder, finding another bone to give to him?" A smirk came onto his face, but he quickly hid it. Lightly punching him (jokingly) and a smile on my face, I quickly brought up another memory, trying once again.

"How about when we were running away from those drunk bastards about a week and a half ago. They were trashing us for being different, so they chased us until they passed out in the middle of the road, each one of them falling over each other until they were in a giant pile of drunk middle-aged men. I still have the photos," I brought out my phone, the lock screen and the home screen being just a non-suspicious dark blue pattern. The photos app was locked with a parental control password, one that only I knew so my parents wouldn't get in, unless it was an emergency, "See? The ones on the top were barely awake and were yelling things like 'You're going to hell' and 'We're gonna tell your parents about this!', that stuff that never happened and never will!" 

He finally laughed, looking at the picture. It was a selfie, me on the left side of the photo, the pile right in the middle, and Mysterion on the right side. Of course it was in my favorites album, so I make sure I never lost it in the midst of my other photos (like memes and funny text messages). We recalled some more memories between the two of us, some of them being jumbled up with each other because we both had our own perspectives on each one. But it felt... natural... like he was someone I knew forever but haven't seem them in such a long time. 

Soon, after what felt like hours of taking about the most random things, I heard Ike running up the stairs (along with the yells of my mom, telling Ike to stop running in the house), calling my name to tell me that Stan was here. I froze for a minute, running to the door to make sure Ike didn't see Mysterion in my room.

Ike opened the door before I could get to it, my eyes wide with fear when he said my name slowly. I swallowed my fear and threw it back in my stomach, croaking a small, "Yes..?"

"Close your window and come on. We're running late enough as it is," Was all he said, now walking back down the stairs. Before leaving my room, I turned around to see that he wasn't on my bed anymore, the room empty (besides me being in there).I didn't question how he got out so fast and managed to leave before Ike saw him. Closing the window, this only leave me to wonder...

Where is he going next?

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