StanxKyle Story Chapter 7

Stepping out of Stan's house that night was probably the most embarrassing moment of my life. All of the faces starring at me, the sudden hush that flocked the whole backyard, the snickers coming from behind the punch bowl, the look on Cartman's face...
Just that alone makes me want to crawl deeper into Stan's arms and never, ever come out.
"Kyle? Kyle come on, it really wasn't all that bad."
Yet this might have just been the best night of my life at the same time.
"Mmphmmphmhm" I replied into Stan's shirt, not exactly sure what I had said.
"Kyle, we can't hide in my shed forever…What if my parents come in? You know I don't have a lock on this door."
I sighed and drug my face away from Stan's chest, my left hand still resting there below where my head had been.
"I guess…it wasn't that bad." I admitted. "But Cartman…"
Stan quickly placed his finger over my lips and kissed me. "Who cares about Cartman? We're happy now right? That's all that matters."
My eyes widened in reflex, but slowly fluttered closed again as I leaned against the wall behind me, Stan towering over me as he leaned in closer.
Stan smiled in the kiss and broke away for a moment, staring at me with his shining blue eyes.
He laughed and gathered me into a tight hug. "Kyle…"
"Stan?" I stared back. "Why was that funny?"
"It wasn't." He replied, pulling away from me and placing his hand on my cheek. "I just cant believe this is for real."
He paused again, looking into my eyes as if he was searching for something. "I finally...feel happy."
I blushed, unable to pull the embarrassed smile from my face. "Me too."
He nodded and stood up, pulling me with him and kissing me again.
"Lets just go outside okay? Nothing anyone can say will change how we feel."
I glanced down at Stan's hands as they held mine tightly. "O-okay."
Stan squeezed my hands and released my right and opened the door. The crowd had not moved since we, well I with Stan attached, ran in here. Cartman was still by the punch bowl, Wendy was still nowhere to be found, and Kenny was still leaning against the wall of the shed protectively.
"Thanks dude." Stan sighed, patting Kenny on the shoulder.
Kenny responded with a slight nod, sticking his red sucker back in his mouth. "No problem."
I glanced around at the motionless crowd staring back at us.
"What?" Stan said to the crowd, pointing towards the dance floor. "Mind your own business and get back to the party would ya?"
Everyone did as they were told aside from two. Cartman scoffed and walked towards me, patting my head. "Well Kahl…I have to say. Of all the ratty Jew things you have done with your life, this one has got to be my favorite."
I glared at him as Stan stood in front of me protectively, shoving Cartman aside.
I took a step away from Stan and looked back to where the crowd had been. Kenny walked towards the lone person standing in the crowds place and took his hand.
"Hah, well whatever fags. I must say I never would have imagined all of my friends turning gay. It's quite amusing."
I glared at Cartman, my fists clenched. "Shut up, fat ass."
"Seriously man." Kenny added, tightening his grip on his boyfriends hand. "At least Kyle can get a man."
Cartman's fists clenched at his sides. "God damn it Kenny shut yer gay ass mouth!"
"W-well that's not very nice Eric." Butters murmured, staring at Cartman with his wide, curious eyes. "Why j-just the other day you wanted me to come over to your house again for some more-"
"T-Tutoring!" Cartman interrupted, glaring at Butters. "Tutoring."
"Wow…" Kenny laughed, followed by a chuckle from Stan.
"Shut yer poor ass, gay lovin', Jew ridden mouths!" Cartman retorted, storming away from us.
"Ass hole." Kenny laughed, rubbing Butters hand.
It was silent for a second before Butters spoke up.
"W-we're going to…go eat." Butters said, looking up at Kenny. Kenny nodded smiled back. "You guys wanna come?"
Stan squeezed my hand, making me look up at him. "You wanna go?"
"Sure." I replied, walking towards Kenny and Butters. Stan following close behind me.
The four of us walked towards the gate. Kenny let go of Butters hand and hopped the fence to get to the other side. He opened it for us and held it so we could walk through.
"Stan, wait up man!"
Stan and I turned to see who was calling.
I froze as my eyes met with almost everyone from our class staring back at us in a small group, leading this pack was Token.