Take This To Heart |Stan X Kyle|

17: Damned Things

Kyle's POV

No.

Cartman's nothing but a lying egotistical brat attempting to get a rise out of me. I've experienced this one too many times.

"Oh yeah, I'm SURE Stan just happened to be conveniently discussing this with Wendy on the one day you were stalking him!" I spit, crossing my arms securely over my chest in a defensive manner.

"But you see, Kahl," Cartman shifts to take out his phone. "It was exactly dat. I thought it was gonna be 'nother "sowwwy wendy we shwould bwreak up uwu" and well, yea it was but it sounded legit this time." He attempts to sell his story by including a variety of over-dramatic hand gestures.

"Legit? As in permanent?" Kenny inquiries, attempting to coax more informatiom out of Cartman.

Without adjusting my gaze, "Don't buy into it Kenny." I blurt, quite a bit faster than what I would've preferred.

"Dude bros I'm not lyin'! Just lemme finish!" Cartman frantically waves his phone around in the air, as if reminding us of the 'evidence' he allegedly has stored on it. "So Stahn was all like, "Wendaye babeye I can't keep doin' dis!" and he sound really fras-fus, fastra-fuck! He sounded all fed up! n Wenday was all like "u always do dis Stanlaye! make up ur mind!" and that shit goes on forra while but THEN-! okay guys you gotta listen to me here, I would've recorded it but DAMN I was wayyy too interested so-"

Ha. "Like hell I'm gonna believe you without proof" I mumble, turning away from the two boys on my bed. Cartman is such a fucking pain in my ass.

The fat fuck refuses to take his eyes off of me. "Kahl, why would I lie about this bro..."

I flop my back on to what little part of the mattress isn't being occupied. "Why wouldn't you!?" I reply bitterly.

"And-, forra madder of fact, I do have proof Kahl.... Sorta." Cartman shrugs.

Kenny shuffles closer to the local fatass. "Then let's see it." He mutters.

"Say no more!" Cartman grabs his device and inputs the passcode, revealing his disgustingly perverted homescreen for everyone in the room to see. "Look what you fag-bags are missin' out on-, I mean look at her ti-"

"Hurry up fatass."

"Keeny seems to be enjoying da view" I shift upright to be met with... honestly, what did I expect; Kenny and Cartman going through his feral porn stash of raunchy models.

"Alright guys! Now for the main event." Sigh, I don't like the way Cartman said that. It'll probably be a picture of Stan and Wendy making out in an attempt to taunt me.

Wait, Kenny and Cartman have absolutely no idea about my 'crush' on Stan. Wait holy shit. I didn't even think about that. What the hell.

"Okay guys here it is gimme a sec it's loading" Cartman extends out the device for the three of us to see; nothing more than a black screen with a small loading icon.

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"WENDY I CAN'T FUCKING DEAL WITH THIS ANYMORE IM LEAVING-"

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING STAN? STAN COME BACK!"

"Oop the volume is a bit loud lemme ju-"

I instinctively swat Cartman's hand away from the phone. The video has almost no visuals aside from a slight amount of light entering from the closet's gaps, but the audio is haunting. What the actual hell am I listening to.

"PLEASE, PLEASE LET ME LEAVE WENDY I NEED-" *Loud Slam* "STAN!" *Silence* "....oh god what has he gotten himself into. fuck."

"Ya that's all I got. Dey started yellin' n I was like 'this is for da boys!"

I can't think. I can't... "Cartman," Both himself and Kenny look to meet my gaze. "What, and I can't stress this enough, the FUCK was going on in that video?"

Is-, is Stan okay? holy shit...

"Aight so like Stan was drunk n like he dumpeded Wendaye and said how nobody loves him n eveyone abandons and lies to him n how he wants to kill hims-"

"Don't joke about that." Kenny interrupts.

"Dude I'm not! Shit was kinda sad actually..."

Now I really need to go to the bathroom. Just... just anywhere to get away from here right now.