I Want What You've Got! (Completed)

Nine -

Stan's POV

I sigh, walking up to the hospital.
I finally get to see Kyle again… But, should I have brought something with me?

I shake my head, it's already too late for that.
I already knew what room Stan was in so I go straight up. There's a lot of people in the hospital… I kinda feel a little uncomfortable walking past them all.
“I feel partly responsible for this…” I murmur aloud, but not loud enough for anyone to hear.

I owe Kyle a confession, especially with everything that's happened lately; a confession of how I feel…

Before entering the room I stop, my lips are quivering. I hope I don't end up fucking up and saying something harsh…
I give myself a quick slap on the cheeks before finally going to open up the door, but before I have the chance to, somebody else does.
Kyle's parents walk out looking very distressed. I move aside, giving them their space, keeping my head down. When they finally go, I enter.

Kyle is sat, staring out the window, I don't think he realized I'd entered. Before speaking up, I unconsciously give myself a minute to admire the small ginger curls sticking out from under his green hat, the finest hat around. I can just about see his freckles against his pale skin as he turns to face me… I snap out of it.
“Hey dude-” I say, trying not to tear up. Kyle gives me a slight nod as I proceed to walk over and sit beside him on the corner of the bed.
“How are you feeling Ky?” I ask. He has a bandaged up head, arm, legs and stomach. I'm actually a little shocked that he survived…
“Oh, you know, I've felt better…” Kyle chuckled. It really wasn't that funny.
Before thinking of a way to ask delicately, I quickly say “Why'd you do it?!”
“Do what?” he asked.
“Jump off the Rollar coaster?!” I yell, accidentally.
“I didn't!” he yells back. “Yeah, I was up there but I didn't jump… I fell…” he then adds. “I thought about jumping but I promise you, I wasn't trying to kill myself…”
I sigh, trying not to say anything harsh. “Okay, I believe you…” I mutter, soon pulling him into a hug. “I'm just relived that you're still here…”
“Me too man…” Kyle whined, hugging me.

“About the other night…” Kyle soon muttered.
I really wish we didn't have to talk about this…
“Sorry I kissed you, it was clearly uncalled for, sorry…” he muttered with a smile, soon adding “…but I love you…” under his breath.
I tense up and jolt a little.
He should know full well that the kiss wasn't the problem and we'd kissed once before then too…
I'll just drop it, I guess no harm can come from not talking about it… but I think, if it makes my feelings clear and the fact that the kiss was perfectly fine, I'll kiss him.

“Hey, Ky…” I mutter, soon leaning forward to kiss him on the lips. He's blushing bright red and I can feel my cheeks heating up a lot.
A fee seconds into the kiss and I pull away, hesitating to leave.

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Kyle's POV

I sigh, sat on the hospital bed, staring at Stan as he's about to go.
“B-bye Ky!” he yells by the door, soon leaving.

I didn't want him to go…

Shortly after, a therapist came in and we worked on minor things, such as picking things up and stretching my legs. He wasn't there for very long and I was really tired honestly.
Some other people from school came to visit me, Kenny and Butters, Craig, Tweak, Token, Jimmy and some others.

I have my phone with me but it's pretty damaged from the fall…

I can't stop thinking about Stan… I miss him… I want to see him so bad.

For some reason he doesn't come and see me in hospital for the next week… was it because I did something wrong?
Was it because I told him how I felt? But that doesn't make sense… he kissed me…

I stare at the wall in silence. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Was it Kyle?
“M'kay, Kyle?” dammit, it was just mr Mackey. “We still need an answer, m'kay?”
“An answer to what?” I ask, rolling my eyes.
“To why you're upset, why you attempted suicide, m'kay? It's important and we want to help…”
“JESUS CHRIST IT WASN'T SUICIDE!” I yell, crossing my arms. “AND, IT'S IRRELEVANT, WHAT HAPPENED IS IN THE PAST NOW!”

“Fuckin' hell…” I hear Mr Mackey mumble under his breath.
“Look, I don't want to see anyone, okay?” I say after calming myself down with a few deep breaths.
“I may still be in the hospital but I don't want to talk about it…”
Mr Mackey eventually took the hint and left. Then it was just me again. Great.

I lay myself back, watching out the window, it's raining.
“Stan definitely won't be visiting anytime soon…” I whisper to myself, watching the rain.
Suddenly the door clicks open and I see both Kenny and Stan. I'm so happy.
Kenny drags Stan over, rolling his eyes.
“Dude talk to him!”
Kenny leans back, partly focused on us but also the rain outside.
“I'm sorry…” Stan says, looking away.

“I don't really know why you're apologising…” I say with a sigh. “But that was the second time you kissed me first…” I then day, Kenny raising a brow.
“So I can only assume you feel the same way I do, unless you were trying to be kind…”
“I do! I feel the same way dude!” Stan yells, I sense my face is turning bright red.
“Th-then…” I start to stutter, loosing composure. “… w-when I can finally leave the hospital, can we go somewhere? Just the two of us!?”
Stan chuckled softly, placing a hand on my cheek, his hand was warm and soft.
“You better hurry up and heal then, or I may get back together with Wendy.”
“Seriously?” I groan, flaring out my cheeks as I pout. “That's uncool!”
“No, your blush is uncool!” Stan continues to chuckle.