[September 5] [South Park] Something to Say
Title: Something to Say
Day/Theme: Sept 5/3am a school night
Series: South Park
Character/Pairing: Stan, Kyle /Slight Style
Rating: PG-13
Stan Marsh was sleeping peacefully, his hat hanging on the bedpost. His mp3 player had stopped playing hours ago and he had been sleeping a few hours before that. The only thing that could wake him would be his alarm at 7...
or rocks at 3...
He snorted as another rock hit the window, sitting up slowly. He glared at the window, another rock hitting it's surface. Thank god the dickwad who was throwing those damn rocks only threw small ones. He opened the window, glaring down at his green-hatted friend. Kyle looked back at him. “Let me up.”
“It's three in the morning.”
“Just come and unlock your door.”
Stan grunted, re shutting his window. He took small steps down the stairs, pushing the door lock and opening the door. He glared at his green-eyed friend who grinned at him. Stan motioned for him to follow. Kyle shoved his hands in his pockets as they walked into Stan's room.
Kyle pulled the computer chair out and sat down. Stan sat on his bed, glaring at his friend with tired eyes. “Well?”
“I... I have a problem Stan.”
“I say you do. You are knocking on my window at 3 fucking in the morning.”
Kyle rolled his eyes. “Oh and if I didn't you'd be missing me.”
“I'd be sleeping, you douche bag.”
Kyle sighed. “I'm gay.”
Stan blinked. “Huh?”
“I'm gay... you know, as in, I like guys.”
“... really?”
“Yeah...”
Stan sat up straighter. “But dude, we're only twelve, how do you know?”
Kyle rubbed his arm, a pinkish-hue appearing on his face. “I just don't feel comfortable around girls, dude... they don't interest me... at all.”
“But we're twelve...”
“Dude! Does me being gay bother you that much?”
“No, no dude... It doesn't bother me at all... it just surprised me, is all...”
Kyle sighed, rubbing his forehead. “I don't care that I'm gay either... but... what about my parents?”
“Yeah.”
“I mean, I'm their son... their own biological son! I'm a gay Jew... I'm fucked Stan... fucked. My mom and dad will throw me out and disown me.”
“No they won't dude.”
“Dude, my mom... the psychotic bitch of South Park? How could she not disown me!? She'll chop of my dick for being gay... probably say if I'm not using to make a family, I don't need it!!”
“Calm down dude!! If your mom and dad throw you out.... you can stay here.”
“... no way dude.”
“Why not?”
“Because... it would be awkward.”
“...why?”
“I'm gay.”
“I know that Kyle.”
“...I'm attracted to you.”
Stan perked up, eying his friend. It was three in the morning, so did he hear something that wasn't really said? But judging by Kyle's face, he would have to guess that Kyle did indeed say that. Stan flushed. “Oh...”
“Sorry dude.”
“N-No, it's okay dude.... if I were gay, I'd totally be attracted to you too.”
Kyle blushed and kissed Stan.
Stan blinked, then glared at his friend, pointing at him playfully. “If it weren't three in the morning, I'd kick your ass.”
Kyle laughed. “Good night Stan.”
“Yeah, yeah.... whatever.”
Stan watched his best friend leave, smiling lightly. His heart flip-flopping... he blamed it on the time and how early it was.
(THE END)
Day/Theme: Sept 5/3am a school night
Series: South Park
Character/Pairing: Stan, Kyle /Slight Style
Rating: PG-13
Stan Marsh was sleeping peacefully, his hat hanging on the bedpost. His mp3 player had stopped playing hours ago and he had been sleeping a few hours before that. The only thing that could wake him would be his alarm at 7...
or rocks at 3...
He snorted as another rock hit the window, sitting up slowly. He glared at the window, another rock hitting it's surface. Thank god the dickwad who was throwing those damn rocks only threw small ones. He opened the window, glaring down at his green-hatted friend. Kyle looked back at him. “Let me up.”
“It's three in the morning.”
“Just come and unlock your door.”
Stan grunted, re shutting his window. He took small steps down the stairs, pushing the door lock and opening the door. He glared at his green-eyed friend who grinned at him. Stan motioned for him to follow. Kyle shoved his hands in his pockets as they walked into Stan's room.
Kyle pulled the computer chair out and sat down. Stan sat on his bed, glaring at his friend with tired eyes. “Well?”
“I... I have a problem Stan.”
“I say you do. You are knocking on my window at 3 fucking in the morning.”
Kyle rolled his eyes. “Oh and if I didn't you'd be missing me.”
“I'd be sleeping, you douche bag.”
Kyle sighed. “I'm gay.”
Stan blinked. “Huh?”
“I'm gay... you know, as in, I like guys.”
“... really?”
“Yeah...”
Stan sat up straighter. “But dude, we're only twelve, how do you know?”
Kyle rubbed his arm, a pinkish-hue appearing on his face. “I just don't feel comfortable around girls, dude... they don't interest me... at all.”
“But we're twelve...”
“Dude! Does me being gay bother you that much?”
“No, no dude... It doesn't bother me at all... it just surprised me, is all...”
Kyle sighed, rubbing his forehead. “I don't care that I'm gay either... but... what about my parents?”
“Yeah.”
“I mean, I'm their son... their own biological son! I'm a gay Jew... I'm fucked Stan... fucked. My mom and dad will throw me out and disown me.”
“No they won't dude.”
“Dude, my mom... the psychotic bitch of South Park? How could she not disown me!? She'll chop of my dick for being gay... probably say if I'm not using to make a family, I don't need it!!”
“Calm down dude!! If your mom and dad throw you out.... you can stay here.”
“... no way dude.”
“Why not?”
“Because... it would be awkward.”
“...why?”
“I'm gay.”
“I know that Kyle.”
“...I'm attracted to you.”
Stan perked up, eying his friend. It was three in the morning, so did he hear something that wasn't really said? But judging by Kyle's face, he would have to guess that Kyle did indeed say that. Stan flushed. “Oh...”
“Sorry dude.”
“N-No, it's okay dude.... if I were gay, I'd totally be attracted to you too.”
Kyle blushed and kissed Stan.
Stan blinked, then glared at his friend, pointing at him playfully. “If it weren't three in the morning, I'd kick your ass.”
Kyle laughed. “Good night Stan.”
“Yeah, yeah.... whatever.”
Stan watched his best friend leave, smiling lightly. His heart flip-flopping... he blamed it on the time and how early it was.
(THE END)