Talent Show {Completed}

Chapter 7: In a Forevor Peace

KYLE POV:

For the whole next couple of days Stan ignored me, and I could get why. But not only did he just stay away from me, he stayed away from Cartman, Kenny and me.

At lunch he always sat by himself all the way across the lunch room as far away from us as possible. When either of us ever tried to talk to him, he would always walk away and try to pretend that it never happened. Whenever he turned away from us and walked away.

I could see his perfect icy blue eyes light up with tears. His face would sink down and he would bit his perfect lips and cover his face with his dark red gloves and sink away into the crowds.

I sighed and watched as my eyes scanned the lunch room looking for the lonne lover. Stan always sat across the lunch room always eating his turkey sandwhich by himself. I could see the hurt in his eyes and how he always looked down at his lunch tray and never talked to anyone.

He looked awful, his pale cheeks were sunken into his face and his signature blue and red poofball hat was tilted to the side of his head showing a side of his head full of messy Ebony black hair puffing and standing up on the side of his head.

Kenny nudged me with his wrist looking into my emerald green eyes with his stormy gray ones. He looked concerned and scared. he had noticed my sad stared towards Stan.

"Dude, I don't get it! Why don't you just tell him that it wasn't what it looked like with Bebe?" Kenny inquired. He shrugged his shoulders.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, something Stan would always do. For some reason doing it made me feel closer to him as if he was here.

I set down my fork down on my tray before I finally answered him.

"Kenny, I can't he won't let me talk to him, like at all" I explained for the billionth time in the past week.

"Come on Kyle! Don't be a little pussy jew!" Cartman snickered at me nudging me with his elbow in the chest.

I suddenly felt weak in the knees and memories flooded into my eyes. I could feel my lip quivering and I felt like I was about to cry. I quickly hid my head in my arms and almost staredt to cry and stopped myself by bitting my lip hard.

Cartman's smile faded and he had a guilty look on his face. He looked away and then began to explain.

"Aww..... Kyle I'm sorry.... I didn't realise..." Cartman rubbed the back his neke. "I am really sorry Kyle"

"It's okay Cartman.... I-I understand..." I answered sinking my head down trying to hide from my surroundings, I felt like I wanted to run away forevor and just disapeer.

"To be truthful..... I acually miss Stan's leadership.." Cartman aditted looking down at his food embarassed rubbing his arm again.

"Me too.... I mean he was our good friend.... Bebe just ruined tha in a flash" Kenny shook his head sadly from side to side and we all sat in the awkward silence that cut us to the core.

"So what are you guys doing for the talent show?" Kenny finally broke the silence "I'm going to break dance"

Cartman looked at him raising a curios eyesbrow.

"Your gonna... break dance?" Cartman asked weakly smiling.

Kenny looked at him crossly. "Yep, I have nothing better to do and It might be fun" He shrugged his shoulders while he had his eyes closed.

"What are you doing Cartman?" Kenny asked turned to him asking him.

"Well honestly I really don't know. I might just act out something from scarface again" Cartman shrugged his shoulders. This whole time I have been quietly eating with my head facing down, my hair strung in my eyes making unable to see the world around me. I liked it like that.

Cartman finally turned to me and trying to get me involved with our conversation. Trying to lighten the mood.

"What are you doing for the talent show Kyle?" Cartman asked me, chewing a full mouth full of his chicken wings.

I hesitated before I told them. It was a little embarassing.

"I-I'm going to sing...." I anxiously confessed to them.

"Your going to sing?" Cartman asked again. "I didn't know you could sing..." he muttered shaking his head.

"What are you going to sing about?" Kenny asked curiously trying to get the conversation to continue.

"I am singing for Stan...." I muttered. We all shared another awkaward silence and I could feel tears spring into my emerald eyes. I stood up and stepped away from the table tears dripping down my pale freckled face.

"I-I'm sorry guys.... I have to g-go" My voice cracked and I ran outside the lunch room. I ran out hearing the doors crash behind me and leaned against the paraelle lockers that faced each other in the hallways. I slid down to hte floor, feeling the rough surface against my skinny back and I slumped down to the floor. I brought my knees close to my face and leaned into them, hugging them and started to cried silently sobbing as I did so.

I cried and cried and cried. No one passed me and stared at me. I was in a deserted part of the hallway and everyone was on their lunch break. Why was I so stupid? Why did I every allow Bebe to do that?

If I had one wish it would be to have Stan back in my arms. In a Forevor Peace.

It was only two days until the talent show and I had to do something do get Stan back in my arms.