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

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Kyle's PoV

From wherever Kyle's last chapter ended.

Yikes.

That's the first thought that popped into my mind as  woke up, sweat plastering a now damp shirt to my back. The heater was cranked and I could hardly sleep. I still hadn't read the messages on my phone and curiosity was getting the best of me. I was in a mental battle with myself. I was acting like a complete wuss. I literally just ran away from my problem. 

After about 20 minutes of debating, I got out of bed and walked downstairs.

I went into the kitchen to get a glass of water, but once I returned, I saw a figure lying on the couch. 

It was Ike.

I immediately crept over quietly, trying to see if he was still awake. I got my answer when I saw his head pop up, and turn towards me.

"Oh, hey Kyle." he said. I set my glass of water down on one of the end tables, and brought one of my hands up to the bridge of my nose, annoyed.

"Ike, you shouldn't be up this late." I said.

He snorted before replying, "Neither should you. Exactly why are you of all people awake this early? The sun isn't even close to being up." I removed the hand from my face and wrapped both of my arms around myself. 

"Stressed I guess. Mind if I ask you a... hypothetical question?" I said quietly. He scooted over to make room for me on the couch, and patted the spot next to him. He then nodded. I slowly walked over and sat down, bringing my feet up too and wrapping my arms around my legs.

I waited for a bit before beginning to talk.

"Ike, so I have this friend, hypothetically speaking of course. What if said friend had a problem involving two gu-girls. Two girls, and they don't know who to go to. One's been their best friend for years and the other's been an enigma that's just so enticing. The main problem is the best friend's always with another person while the other is known as the town fuck doll." I said, taking in a deep breathe. 

I continued onward.

"I mean, the best friend's been there through the hard stuff but now she's acting strange and out of the blue she confessed her feelings to my friend. The other person has liked the friend for years though, and helped orchestrate the whole thing. How the fuck am I supposed to choose?" I said.

I immediately noticed my mistake.

I mentally scolded myself and said, "Ike, I didn't mean th-"

"Shut up for five seconds idiot." He said in the dark room, face slightly illuminated from the TV playing a random show in the background.

"You meant guys earlier right?" he asked. I stayed silent for a bit, then nodded my head.

Ike put a reassuring hand on my shoulder and said, "Bro, it's ok. I'm pretty sure we're both the gay sibling. Now, onto your little problem."

"It's fucking Firkle isn't it!" I nearly yelled.

Immediately Ike's face started to burn a crimson color.

"Shut up, dick face! Your love life sounds a lot more interesting right about now so let's focus on you instead. Stan and Kenny, huh?" he said, matter-of-factly.

Yet again I shook my head yes.

"Alright, first of all, I think Stan needs to figure his shit out with Wendy before you two try to get serious. It could end in a lot of heartbreak if he doesn't learn to let her go. And with Kenny, I don't really know the guy, but if he cared that much to set you and Stan up, you should at least talk to him and tell him you either don't feel the same or to let you figure things out before approaching anything. Yet again, they could both break your heart if you let them, so go upstairs and call one of them and talk this shit out." Ike said before facing the TV and  turning up the volume.

I mulled over his words as I went back upstairs, leaving the glass of water. I was no longer in the mood to drink anything. 

I plopped down onto my bed before finally checking my messages.

1 Message from Stan to you.

11:37 PM: I know that blindsiding you was a dick move and I'm sorry. Please reply?

I sighed before typing out a short, "It's fine."

I moved onto Kenny's messages and I felt my chest constrict.

2 Messages from Slut to you.

11:25 PM: Hey, I know that by the time you read this, you'll be happy with Stan, or at least on the route there. But I have some crazy shit to tell you HK. I like you. Yes, as in present tense. You're probably surprised that an idiot like me knows the difference between past and present. I just wanted to let you know that you've helped me these past two days and that I'm thankful. I really needed someone and you were the perfect friend for that. Sorry for making things weird.

I stopped breathing for a second. 

My suspicions were correct and I hadn't even read the next text. I felt like a piece of shit for never noticing before. I felt like I had used Kenny to talk to Stan.

And that's when everything came crashing down.

11:50 PM: I have one more idea if you don't hate me. One final request. If you're happy with Stan, don't message me. Just leave me on read and we can both forget any of this happened and go back to being acquaintances. But of course, I need a bit of hope. So, Kyle, if you're confused or feel even a slightly bit the same, text me back.

I felt my heart ache. 

I had seen a side to Kenny he rarely let others see.

I've known Stan my entire life, but the sad truth is, he didn't need me.

He only liked the idea of me.

But Kenny, he was the one who needed a shoulder to cry on, and I was to.

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HEYA! I LEGIT FEEL LIKE CRYING AFTER WRITING THIS EVEN THOUGH IT'S NOT THAT EMOTIONAL? In all seriousness though, this is NOT THE FINAL CHAPTER. I plan on still updating because I have an idea or two left, meaning lots of writing. The final chapter will most likely have a title that says, FINAL CHAPTER. Thank you for reading and suffering with me. -Author~Chan.