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

[11]

  (A/N: My friend, you know who you are, you did this.Yeah, I'm not sorry for this chapter. -A~C)

Kenny's PoV

Continued from previous chapter.

I was walking through the shadows, towards Kyle's house. 

I slowed my paced a bit as I passed the railroad, mulling over what exactly I'd say. 

Yeah, I got nothing.

I continued on my way, slowing down a bit, causing me to saunter a bit. I left my hands fall to my sides, swinging to the rhythm of my steps. A thought crossed my mind. I had never really read all of the messages on my phone from earlier. There could have been some from Kyle. I decided to check once I got outside his house. 

A few minutes later, I was stationed at the same spot I had been a few nights before. I looked up to see Kyle's light on and I took a deep breathe before pulling out my phone, dimming the light a little as to not attract attention to myself. I slid down onto the grass and swiped through all of Bebe's messages. I almost gave up sifting through everything when I landed on a few messages from Kyle.

My heart skipped a beat as I quickly turned my phone off, avoiding looking at the messages directly. I was almost shaking with anxiety, which rarely happened anymore. After a few moments of giving myself a quick pep talk, I turned on my phone.

I sucked in a breathe as I began scanning the device with my eyes.

4 Messages from 'Dat Ass' to you.

2:45 PM: Kenny, can you call me when you get this?

2:57 PM: Please we need to talk.

3:25 PM: This is important you asshole.

4:35 PM: You better get your bitch ass to call or else I'm going to be both worried AND pissed, Ken.

I let out the breathe I was holding to chuckle a bit. I immediately came up with an idea to announce my presence. 

I somewhat gracefully, and very quietly, climbed onto the detached garage roof again, and sat to the side where it was slightly harder to see from the window. I noticed after I sat down that Kyle's curtains were closed, but light was still seeping out a bit. I took a deep breathe before dialing his number.

By now, the light from the sun had almost completely left. This time of year always made it dark around this time and I was somewhat thankful for that. 

After a few rings, my right ear filled with the sound of his voice and I let out a huge smile. A few moments later, did I realize that it was just his voicemail. The smile left my face, and I sucked in another breathe. 

He was in his room right?

Why else would his lights be on?

I carefully turned my phone off and stood up, holding one hand out to balance myself. I quickly walked across the roof, to directly in front of Kyle's window and peered in a bit. The curtain blocked almost everything, besides a figure.

Wait.

Two figures.

All of the color drained from face and I felt the my stomach drop. At this moment, I was hoping, praying, that it was just Kyle and Ike or one of his parents. I was willing to beg for it to not be the one person who I knew it was.

That's when I heard the laughter. 

It wasn't fun or happy laughing. It was bitter. It was the kind of laugh someone who was so done with everything would emit. The sound of a broken boy who just wanted an answer. The sound of the one person who I've fallen in love with. The person I've liked since fourth grade. 

And that's when I saw the two shadows merge together, into a hug. That's when I also noticed that the window was open, and a breeze was forming.

And that's when the curtain whipped up just enough for me to see something that made my heart shatter.

There they were.

The perfect two.

Stan and Kyle, were no longer hugging.

They were standing tightly together in a deep kiss.

That's when the first tear slipped, and that's when I ripped off my mask, climbed down from the roof, and started running. I let my legs carry me somewhere, anywhere. I couldn't dare to see anything else. The image of the two burned into my retinas and the tears kept falling. Before I knew it, I had slipped back into my room and changed into my street clothes.

Then, again, I was running. I was running through the streets of South Park towards a place I loved to visit during times like this. Where my emotions always got the best of me. 

I had made it to Stark's Pond with tear stained cheeks and clammy hands. I slowed down to a walk, wiping my hands on my pant legs. I found an empty bench and sat down, putting my head in my hands and freely letting my tears fall. 

I felt a tap on my shoulder, and quickly dried the tears, turning towards the mystery person.

It was Butters.

"H-hey Butters." I said, smiling weakly. I hoped he hadn't seen me crying, but he had.

"W-what's wrong their buddy?" Butters said.

I scooted over, patting the spot next to me, and looked out towards the water. 

"Have you ever had your heart beat faster every time someone entered a room, or you get a message from them and it never fails to make you smile?" I ask quietly.

Butters stays quiet for a bit before saying, "You mean like a c-crush?" I nod my head in respond, muttering a small 'yes.'

"Have you also seen them kissing someone else, and immediately wanted to run away and go scream into nothing but you couldn't because they seemed happier." I asked again.

Butters sighed before fully turning towards me.

"Yes Kenny, I have, but from what I've been hearing from you, you need to go and grab that person by their collar and tell them exactly how they feel. Anyone who wouldn't like you back is someone who doesn't have their p-priorities in line." Butters said before standing up and walking away, shoulders lumped. I mulled over his words for a second before standing up and turning towards the retreating blond.

"Thanks Butters. I really needed that." I said, jogging over to him and giving him a hug.

"I'm sorry for ignoring you too. I'll try to be a better friend." I continued. This time, Butters gave me a genuine smile and started pushing me back to town.

"Y-you go get 'em pal. Show those fellas who's in charge." he said triumphantly. I nodded before waving a good bye and jogging off.

This time, I was going to go to Kyle's house, and I was going to tell him the full truth no matter what.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Heya! So, my friend inspired me to write this and I also made her pick a number for what was to happen. This is all on you btw. Only a few chapters left! Next is Kyle's! And yeah I'm only not sorry at all. Enjoy! -A~C