Confusion. (StanxKyle) (KennyxKyle) (Style) (K2)

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(Tbh, I'm starting to regret writing this because of the drama but now I'm invested and get excited to do these chapters lmao. Also there's a lot of insulting and a fight that happens later on, so potential Trigger Warning! -A~ C)

Kenny's PoV

After the party, at the McCormick household.

I never should've done anything. 

I never should've sent those texts.

I just should have helped Kyle talk to Stan and then left. I shouldn't have stayed, and I sure as hell shouldn't have told Stan to get his head in the game or else I'd take Kyle. Yes, I'll admit it was a bit sneaky, not letting Kyle know about that little part of the plan, but without it, Stan would have never confessed his feelings. Stan's a fucking block head sometimes, and seeing the two of them dance around each other for years has seriously fucked me up.

Every time I see Kyle become a blushing mess around Stan part of me dies. Coming from someone like me who can't, it's a bit terrifying. I've seen Stan and Wendy's little 'meetings' and it frustrates me to no end when I just know, feel, Kyle aching to say something. Part of me wants to know why the hell Stan's playing with Kyle's emotions like that. 

He may think he likes him, hell, maybe even love, but he always puts him on the back burner. He always ditches Kyle to hang out with Wendy who ends up sleeping with Cartman anyway. If he truly likes Kyle, then he needs to break off the whole 'friends with benefits' shtick, or whatever they have happening and take action.

I was laying on my crappy mattress, in exactly the same position I was in at Kyle's house. It was a great way to look calm and collected while having existential crises. At the party, I had a chance to just grab Bebe and leave and not fuck everything up by giving Kyle the chance to see me break down. 

Low and behold, I didn't get it right, like usual, and fucked everything up. Hopefully if the universe was done fucking with me, I could die and everyone would forget again. 

I decided to go for a walk and test my hypothesis that if I went out at 3 in the morning that maybe someone could shank me and I could ignore all of this drama. I hopped up off of the mattress and hefted on my parka, making sure to close it all the way to my mouth like when I was younger. I carefully slipped on my shoes and crept to the front door. I didn't want to wake up Karen, seeing as how she had been busy all afternoon hanging out with Ruby, Ike, and Firkle.

Once I was outside, I double checked all of my pockets to make sure I had my keys, phone, and wallet, and started slowly walking to Tweek Bros., Coffee. I knew Tweek or Butters would most likely be there, and possibly Craig. I also knew that I could talk to the other blonds about my idiotic mindset, but not Craig.

He may be the hot, quiet, asshole type, but he was also scary as fuck. The dude could snap you in have with his icy glare. Part of me was also hoping that something could snap me in have on the way to the shop, but then I told my mind to stop being so deadly. I slowly rounded the corner by the playground and stopped dead in my tracks. I could clearly see the coffee shop from where I was standing and saw something that made me curse like a sailor.

"Shit, fuck, dammit." I said quietly, breaking into a sprint.

Inside the shop was a very pissed off Craig and a red-faced Cartman.

I made it to the front doors and could hear Cartman yelling about something. I decided to brave it and pushed both of the doors open like Elsa, making my presence known. Cartman immediately pushed all of his vicious rage onto me.

"Listen Poor Boy, this has nothing to do with you and your overused dick, now get the hell out before I bust your face in." he said, practically spitting venom. I gave him my most intimidating glare, which helped out a lot during fights that broke out in my neighborhood.

I cleared my throat, took another step in and put my hands on my hips. I felt the air leave the room as Cartman's glare wavered for a millisecond. I turned to Craig who had on his normal concrete expression, though there was a hint of satisfaction in his eyes that there were now two people who could take care of Cartman if need be.

I gave my signature smirk and said, "Actually, now that you've insulted me, it does. I think that everyone in here thinks that you should get your fatass and leave. Oh! And don't forget to take your fucks elsewhere because right now, we aren't accepting any." I then proceeded to look at both Cartman and Craig. The latter flipping the former off with both hands. Cartman crossed his arms and scoffed.

"Fuck off Kenny! You too Craig! No one gives a fuck about you and your gay asses." Cartman said.

I gave a questioning look to Craig, as if asking, 'What happened?'

Craig motioned with his head to someone by the counter. 

It was Tweek with a black eye and busted lip, cowering a bit.

Oh, he fucking better not have.

All of my body suddenly burned with anger. Cartman had been my friend for years, but he crossed the line messing with someone like Tweek. I decided to kick up my snarky ass behavior, and gave Craig a malicious grin.

"Craig, would you like to help me dispose of some garbage?" I asked, cracking m knuckles. I saw terror in Cartman's eyes, that quickly turned into confidence and anger.

Craig smiled and said, "I would be sooooo happy."

Before I could react, Cartman had already swung a punch and hit me in the jaw, adding to my scratches from my superhero persona. I took the hit like a champ and retaliated with a punch to the face and a kick to the gut. Craig decided to go all out for the sake of his boyfriend and literally kick Cartman out of the little coffee shop. 

Tweek tossed the door key to me and I locked it with a triumphant smile. To be honest, I was expecting a bigger fight, but it must've been to late for Cartman to fight back. I turned to Craig and Tweek, giving them both a weak smile, before bringing my hand up to my jaw. 

It hurt a bit, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle. All three of us exchanged short little rundowns of our different situations with Craig and Tweek going first. Apparently, Cartman had come in and ordered a random beverage, only to continually insult Tweek. Craig was in the back and came out to find Tweek back talking Cartman and ending up with a bunch straight to the face.

I had walked in just in time. 

I took a deep breathe and retold the tale of my greatest fuck up yet.

Afterwards, Craig grimaced and stood up to make Tweek another coffee. Tweek just shook his head and looked down. I nodded, eyes towards the floor, and tried my best to hold the tears back.

"I fucked up so bad guys. I mean, it wasn't my fault that Kyle ran off, but it was mine for rushing Stan and sending a stupid message that he's probably ignoring." I said, voice quiet. 

"You really messed up." Craig said in his monotone voice.

Tweek quickly snapped his head up with wide eyes.

He then said, "Wait, Kyle ran off? I-I just t-thought that-AGH-he went back inside to the party." I shook my head, before standing up.

"I'm going to go apologize tomorrow morning. I'm going to give them a day to talk things out before I get the chance to make things worse." I said, gaining head nods and goodbyes from the two boys. I walked out and started heading home.

Once I made it safely back into my room, I threw off my parka and clambered onto my mattress falling into a restless slumber that only lasted a few hours.

The one thing I wasn't expecting, was to wake up with a missed call from Kyle.

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Heya! This was by far, one of my favorite chapters to write so far. I feel like when I wrote Stan's chapter, he came off as purely 2 dimensional because honestly it's hard ass frick to write in his PoV for me, but Kyle, Kenny, and Craig are a lot easier. Also, if any of you caught Craig's little catchphrase, I love you lol. -A~C