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Post by annanova on Mar 30, 2011 15:43:53 GMT -5
The back country roads melted together as Kyle Broflovski sped down a deserted street somewhere behind South Park's main town. Driving while ignoring the speed limit may have been dangerous, but to Kyle it was the most therapeutic form of relaxation he could think of.
The radio blasted along with the sound of the wind ripping through the partially open windows of the car. It was all in a vain attempt to end all thoughts in Kyle's head. His emotions seemed to be rushing faster than the vehicle, and it terrified the redhead.
This was his last year in South Park. His last few months before he had to pack up and live on his own. Before he had to give up all of his past and get on without any reminders of home, at least not any living reminders of his beloved South Park. He hated the thought of leaving his girlfriend, Bebe, he hated the thought of being away from his brother but most of all the idea of leaving his best friend Stan could have brought tears to the Jew's eyes. Maybe he was growing to attached to his way of life, but it had been eighteen years, and he couldn't bear to change anything. Change only meant a new differences to have to learn to overcome.
He slammed on the brakes, belatedly realizing that he should have check for cars. Thankfully nothing collided with him. He leaned over into the passengers seat, rummaging through random school papers and fast food wrappers searching for his mobile phone.
He needed to talk to his best friend. He needed someone level headed and even when he didn't tell Stan what was happening in his life, the boy had a way of forcing Kyle to think with more logic and less raw emotion.
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Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on Mar 31, 2011 11:19:24 GMT -5
"Wendy-- Wendy--!" Stanley "Stan" Marsh growled slightly in frustration as he disconnected the call to his on-and-off (though most definitely off) girlfriend Wendy Testaburger, and pressed a hand to his eyes; sometimes she seriously pissed him off, and they argued as badly as when they were together, and then she actually wondered why they were not together. Flopping down onto his bed the dark haired male exhaled a deep breath and blinked his deep blue eyes as he stared up at his blank ceiling, thinking everything was just so damn complicated now.
When his previously abandoned phone suddenly started to buzz by his ear he started violently, "Shit!" he gasped out hard as he bolted upright, a hand going to his chest and atop his pounding heart as he suddenly registered what was going on. His anger dissipated slightly when he realised who was calling him and he took a breath and released it before answering the phone. "Please don't tell me that you're driving whilst speaking on the phone, dude." He knew the other, despite being so stringent with everything else, was a bit of a speed demon and had a tendancy to use his phone when he was on the road.
The sound of the Jewish boy's soothing voice immediately had Stan relaxing slightly and he stretched his tall, broad-shouldered body out before asking, "What's up?" They had yet to see one another that day, and Stan hadn't received so much as a text from the other until that point, which was unusual in itself since they were always, always in contact with one another. "And don't tell me nothing, Ky, I can tell when something's wrong with you," he reminded the other.
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Post by annanova on Mar 31, 2011 16:50:53 GMT -5
"What's wrong with you?" Kyle asked, switching the focus point of their conversation. Recently the thought of talking to Stan about himself made his stomach a bit queasy. He bit his lip as he continued to drive. It was the most reckless think he ever did, and took pride in being able to call himself brave well he did it. Really, nothing in his life was his choice, and he felt cowardly for it. His mother even chose his college.
"You talked to Wendy didn't you?" Kyle asked a bit bitterly. He hated when Stan was with her instead of with him. "I keep telling you dude, you need to stop talking to her." Kyle had changed the conversation as quickly as possible and he figured it worked out well. Anyway he never missed a chance to display his hate for Wendy. He knew it wouldn't work, but his goal was to show Stan how horrible she was and how great he was. Not that his plan worked the dozens of years he'd tried it. "She's a bitch." He grumbled.
Not that he was gay or anything. He wouldn't let those thoughts enter his head.
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Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on Apr 1, 2011 0:14:55 GMT -5
"Dude, do we really need to have this conversation again?" they had actually fallen out about Wendy in the past when he had been out with her (actually, they had fallen out numerous times) and he hated when he felt out with Kyle. Falling out with his best friend actually made him feel as though his whole damn world was coming to an end. Not that he would admit that thought in such words out loud, but the sentiment was right.
"I talked to her a little, yeah, but we're not like, back together or anything," Stan didn't know why he felt so compelled to tell the other that they were not involved but he had. "Where are you, anyway?" The other had been a bit weird with him lately and Stan wasn't at all sure that he liked it. They were usually so close and told one another everything, but Kyle barely so much about his mother's latest outrage anymore-- this bitch about Wendy was probably the most emotion Kyle had shown him in weeks come to think of it.
"Why don't you come over?" he offered the other, "My folks are out and I could use the company."
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Post by annanova on Apr 1, 2011 6:20:39 GMT -5
"Yeah, okay." Kyle agreed easily. He turned the car without slowing his speed a bit. It had been forever since he'd seen Stan and he missed him dearly. He bit his lip, thinking of something to say to keep the other on the line. He didn't want to end their conversation, Stan's voice was comforting and welcome.
"And so what if we've had this conversation a thousand times?" Kyle's soft voice raised suddenly. He knew he was taking his anger from leaving out on this subject, but he didn't care. "It obviously hasn't changed your mind. If I put you through half of the shit she did you'd bitch out at me but when it comes to her it's like you enjoy being her back-up boyfriend." Did he just relate his relationship with Stan to Stan's and his girlfriend? Kyle mentally kicked himself.
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Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on Apr 1, 2011 8:31:44 GMT -5
"I-- what-- dude?" Stan spluttered down the phone. It wasn't often that Kyle directed his anger towards him -usually Stan was the one defusing the infamous temper- and whenever it was he was always at a loss at to what he was supposed to do. "I don't-- I'm not her--" Except, he was, wasn't he? Fuck.
"I wouldn't bitch out at you, dude," not in any way that was serious, anyway-- and Kyle should know that. When he broke up with Wendy he was always right there with Kyle to tell her what he thought about her, and it wasn't his fault that she had just been so constant in his life that he found it hard to break habits... "Why are you so pissed at me?" Stan demanded, "And don't think you're gonna avoid this one!" Kyle could be a sneaky conversationalist when he wanted to be.
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Post by annanova on Apr 1, 2011 15:31:19 GMT -5
"Avoid this one? What is that supposed to mean?" Kyle asked. Of course this wasn't nearly the kind of anger he really had. It was simply harsh and bitter tones. Besides it wasn't true anger, Kyle had just been hostile towards the other for a while. It was weird lately. He didn't exactly hate Stan, but every second with him was agonizing. It was like he was trying his hardest to impress the other boy, and even though that was how he normally acted, now it was an even bigger deal. Instead of wanting to impress him, he needed to. Looking stupid in front of Stan was no longer a option. Eventually the pressure must have turned into anger.
It was a stupid reason to dislike Stan, and a stupider reason to pull away from him. He just couldn't shake the strange feeling when he was near his super best friend.
He knew Stan wouldn't fall for his conversation twists, so he spoke up again. "I'm just stressed. Dont start giving me that shit about how you always come back to me, or how she's only in your life because you have a thing for repetition. I've herd it too much. You'd bitch at me and you know it."
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Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on Apr 2, 2011 3:58:38 GMT -5
"What the fuck, dude?" Stan demanded, hurt and confusion welling in him, sitting up on the end of his bed now and phone held so tightly in his hand that the item creaked in an ominous fashion that he supposed he should watch out for lest he accidentally put the phone down on the other or something because his cheekbone clipped the button. "No, you know what? We can talk about this when you get here. And don't call me when you're supposed to b driving again." He had warned the other not through a sense or right and wrong, but because he was terrified of the prospect of Kyle crashing or something through lack of concentration.
The ravenette put the phone down before Kyle could protest and then got off of his bed to go downstairs, leaving his phone there on the covers so that someone calling or texting him wouldn't interrupt him talking to Kyle. The other had been so weird with him recently and he could feel that his temper was rapidly beginning to give way underneath all the strain. He didn't even know what he was supposed to have done wrong which made the hostility of the other even worse.
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Post by annanova on Apr 2, 2011 13:05:42 GMT -5
Kyle was about to protest, but Stan all but hung up the phone. Kyle really didn't think talking on his hone in the car was the most dangerous aspect of his driving, but a part of him was thankful that Stan worried for him. And an even bigger part of him was happy that he seemed to be brave. Since Kyle sped so quickly he was able to arrive at Stan's house in a record of ten minuets.
He arrived in the other's driveway, and attempted to sooth his hair. Though he had insisted on straightening it every day since he was fourteen, it still seemed to curl and fuzz at the worst timings. Knowing that Stan's parents weren't home, Kyle simply let himself into the house. Normally when Stan told him to do so, Kyle hated it because because he felt rude, but when only Stan was home he didn't mind. He walked up the stairs quietly in vain, hoping to catch Stan indecent though he knew it was wrong.
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Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on Apr 2, 2011 14:48:36 GMT -5
Rubbing a hand over his eyes Stan sighed and sat up, pulling his t-shirt down a little over his abdomen with a slight frown; maybe his mother was right and he hadn't finished a growth spurt yet, which considering he was already 6'2", was rather worrying, 'cause it meant he'd have to be shopping for new clothing soon. His body had changed: broad shoulders, lean aesthetic but muscled, trim waist and slightly shorter hair... The only downside was minor roundness remaining in his face.
Realising that Kyle was in his doorway he jumped-- and landed in an indignant heap on the floor before his bed end because of how close he was sitting to it. "Jesus, dude!" Stan choked slightly, rubbing his chest and taking deep breaths; knowing his luck he'd spark off one of his (now, mercifully) latent astma attacks and he really didn't want to do that. "I didn't hear you come in," he admitted, blushing slightly as he got up. He genuinely hadn't heard a thing which must have meant he'd been deeper in thought than even he'd realised.
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Post by annanova on Apr 2, 2011 19:57:14 GMT -5
"Stan?" Kyle said a bit terrified. He'd only witnessed a few of the other's asthma attacks and they seemed to bother the redhead more than Stan. It was like seeing the boy die in front of him, and though Kyle was sure he could handle coaxing Stan and giving an inhaler, he sure as hell didn't want to have to do it. "I-I'm sorry."
He slid next to the other boy, sitting on the floor and fitting his thin, lanky body easily against the other's. "Breathe," he ordered, rubbing a hand against Stan's back. He was so handsome, and even though Kyle denied being gay (he had been dating Bebe for five months, regardless of the proven fact that she slept with Clyde every other day) he had to force himself not to look at him longingly. "You always tell me to just come in, and I told you I was coming. Besides, you know I walk like a fucking bull. I thought you'd be able to hear me for miles." He took his hand off of the other, but still projected concern. "If you start wheezing and shit I'm going to cry. Just keep that in mind before you decide to close up your throat. You'll have to live with knowing you caused me to burst into tears." He laughed lightly at his lame joke.
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Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on Apr 3, 2011 1:52:00 GMT -5
Even though Kyle was so obviously joking it was the thought of seeing the other in tears that forced Stan to just stop and to focus on that well articulated voice telling him to breath, his hand gently squeezing Kyle's thigh in rhythm as he relied on sensation to keep him grounded. Finally, after a few tense moments, he could breathe easy once more.
"S-Sorry, dude," he panted slightly, wiping a hand over his sweaty forehead. "I was just... I dunno..." he shrugged and then pushed himself off of the floor, extending a hand to Kyle on reflex to pull the smaller boy up easily. Kyle wasn't too much smaller than him (it was actually not even that noticable) but he was so much more slender in the shoulders and stuff that he just appeared freakishly large next to him.
Motioning the other to sit down he moved and got them both a can of pop from the mini-fridge that his parents had gotten him that past Christmas; something that he kept fully stocked. "You got here quick," Stan mused after a few quiet moments where they both just seemed to be composing themselves. The words he next spoke stuck in his throat strangely and he nearly had to damn well force them out, "Were you out seeing Bebe or something?"
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Post by annanova on Apr 3, 2011 12:20:41 GMT -5
KYle perched himself on the foot of Stan's bed, took the pop and ocupied himself with tapping at the top of the can to sustain froth. He smiled softly when Stan asked him where he was. Finally - he hindted a not of jealousy - it was his turn to force Stan to envy his girlfriend.
"I am dating her." He said as if that should have been a good enough anwser. When Stan didn't respond right away the redhead continued. Maybe he was getting all the use he could out of this newfound advantage, but he couldn't help it. "It really shouldn't surprise you all that much if I was hanging out with her. But no. I hung out with her last week and I can only take so much talk about what color she's going to highlight her hair, or what stupid shit Wendy did that week."
He twisted the opening of the can, taking a sip of the cool drink. "Shes probably out with Clyde." He said, not seeming bothered. "Why? Jealous?"
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Post by Kurt "Fashionista" Hummel on Apr 3, 2011 13:01:41 GMT -5
"Jealous of her?" Oh, shit, that wasn't how that was supposed to come out. Immediately he backpeddled, "Jealous of what, exactly? I know she's your girlfriend--" and he always found it ironic that Kyle had always used to have a go at him about letting Wendy walk all over him, tell him what to do and whatever, and she was the one who was out there shagging about with Clyde, in front of Kyle, and the other didn't seem to care.
"Dude, why are you even with her?" he found himself asking, looking at the other, "If you know that she's always messing around on you, because that isn't cool not even a little bit." Taking a deep drink from his own can, if only to occupy his mouth and keep him from putting his foot in it anymore than he already did, Stan watched Kyle out of the corner of his eye. Was it just his imagination or did the other look somewhat disappointed by his response? He wasn't too sure.
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Post by annanova on Apr 3, 2011 13:30:42 GMT -5
"She can have friends that are guys." Kyle snapped back. He hated when the other confronted him about his relationship with Bebe. Though he knew for a fact that sue was more than friendly with other guys. Playing ignorant just seemed like the easiest course of action. Bebe was there to make sure Kyle had a girlfriend, diffusing any talk of him being anything but straight and she had Kyle to come off as less of a whore. Neither really had feelings taped the other and it was obvious. "I'm not going to control her every move. And what makes you the master at finding girls? Wendy is a total bitch to you and you don't care about that."
Kyle sighed and looked defeated. "It's love dude. Makes you think crazy things and do crazy shit." of course he wasn't talking about Bebe. "Gotta love hormones."
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