Multiple people, multiple ways

Hypocrite (17)

"Can't you stay? Just one more night?" Stan asks.

I shake my head.

"Can't do. Mom and dad wanted me home after school, I came here to gather my stuff, I might have like half an hour," I say.

"It's good that I didn't have to break the news, mom needs me home as well, although she didn't set a time as long as I'm home before dad is," Kyle says.

"I mean, we'll see each other in school, won't we?" I ask.

"I guess. We've just been sleeping over at each other's houses for nearly a full week now. This literally feels like I'm saying goodbye to kids going to college. Like, really really makes me feel like a parent sending kids to college," Stan says.

"Aw. We'll come back over as soon as we can," I say.

Kyle nods.

"That just might be a while," I say.

"True," Kyle says.

"Are you getting grounded again?" Kenny asks.

"Not really, mom is just getting worse. I sure hope she lives to see my 18th birthday," I say.

"What does she have?" Kenny asks.

"Doctors couldn't figure it out. Cancer is out of the picture, according to them, but it could be a generic decease, which would mean nothing good for me," I say.

"Are they gonna do a check?" Stan asks.

"Yup. Today actually. They have identified the way the illness works, so, we're checking me up. If there is even the slightest hint there, they might investigate it more," I say.

"Is it possible for an illness to effect people without the same DNA, without anything in common?" Kenny asks.

Stan and Kenny both look at Kyle.

"There must be something that makes it possible. One could've effected the other via some kind of contact- like sex, kissing or something alike. Why?" Kyle asks.

"Apparently my uncle had some random illness nobody knew jack shit about. Although they made it better somehow. I thought... could it be possible that it's the same thing?" Kenny asks.

"How could that be possible?" I ask.

"Well, we might be dealing with an epidemic that effects people with lower immunity systems, although I don't understand, how that could be possible. The symptoms would need to be the same," Kyle says.

"Um. What?" Kenny asks.

"It's not complicated enough for you to say that," Stan says.

"Then explain it to me, I don't fucking understand. My uncle doesn't even live in fucking America. Let alone anywhere close enough to get infected, or visa versa," Kenny says.

"I thought you didn't understand, what Kyle was saying," Stan says.

"I'm not a fucking idiot. My uncle lives in Ireland, the fucker is from my grandfathers first marriage. No fucking illness goes that far. Even the Black Death kept it's infections within a small area, not across the world," Kenny says.

"Do you have family in Ireland?" Kyle asks me.

"Not that I know of," I say.

"Has your uncle been to America?" Kyle asks Kenny.

"No, not ones," Kenny says.

Kyle looks very confused.

"Did either of them smoke?" Kyle asks.