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Chapter 12: Maria, Mariaa
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The neon colored âclosedâ sign blares in Kyleâs face, reminding him of his failure as he stands defeated in front of the empty flower shop. He came about an hour after the time Maria said sheâd hold his bouquet until, yet spies them sitting on the cashiers desk, tied up with a beautiful baby blue ribbon heâs sure she handpicked out herself to compliment the white petals.
Sheâd been so caring when he met her yesterday, able to help with Kyleâs indecisiveness on what to get his mom. And now heâd disappointed her, seemingly not even showing up when sheâd taken the time to come up with something she knew heâd love. He bangs his fist against the glass, taking his frustration out on the door. The sudden act surprises a figure he hadnât seen tucked under the desk, who now jumps up and meets his eyes. Maria.
His face turns from helplessness to joy as he realizes heâs not too late, but she retains a cool façade as she comes to the door.
âYouâre late,â she says, pointing out the obvious, yet her words still piercing through his heart even though they were separated by the glass door. âI donât appreciate tardiness in customers.â
âI know, and Iâm so sorry Maria. Iâm a sucker for punctuality as well, but I got sidetracked at work and only remembered you were waiting for me here. I never meant to stand you up or anything, I swear. Iâm not that kind of guy.â
She stares at him for a moment, then sighs. Her gaze towards him softens as she unlocks the door and lets him in. He nods an grateful thanks, then makes his way to the desk and almost grabs the flowers before her voice interrupts him.
âIf youâre really sorry about coming in late, then youâll give me a proper apology,â she exclaims, as he turns around and gives her a confused look. He assumed what he just said was apology enough, but if she wants more, thatâs what heâll give her. Slowly, he gets down onto his knees, thinking about leaving if not just to save his last shreds of dignity. But itâs safe to assume those left when he had to act as Cartmanâs personal slave to stop him from disrupting peace in the Middle East, so he opens his mouth to let the regrets over not coming earlier tumble out. But she looks him up and down, then bursts out laughing before he can say anything.
âOh my god Kyle, I just meant taking me out to dinner or something, what the fuck are you doing?â
Relief washes over him, even if there is a slight suspicion creeping up as well. Why would a girl like her want to be taken out by a guy like him? He wasnât used to women being so forward with their pursuits of him, if they even consider him worth the time of day. But one dinner seems like a simple request, so he gets back on his feet, then takes the bouquet sitting behind him.
âIs tonight alright? My little brotherâs coming into town tomorrow, and I want to get the flowers back home before then.â
A cheeky smile appears on her face, as she opens the door for him.
âLead the way.â
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The restaurant Kyle chose was one close by, a little more intimate than heâd like, but Maria didnât seem to notice. They settle in one of the smaller tables in the corner, forced to sit so close their knees are pressed together in a slightly uncomfortable fashion. He wonders if this dinner is meant to be romantic or not, but the first conversation between the two dismisses any doubt he has.
âSo Maria, why were you still in the flower shop almost an hour after closing time?â
âHmm,â she says, twirling some pasta on her fork as she deliberates on an answer. âI guess I was just waiting for a tall, curly haired red-head to walk in and save my dinner plans with a date so I wouldnât be forced to sit alone in my apartment watching Friends reruns and eating cold lasagna.â
He laughs softly as his face blushes red at her description of him. âHappy to be of service.â
âYou know, Iâve been so busy with the shops that I actually havenât been taken out like this in months,â she exclaims, finishing her food and pushing the plate away from her.
âIâve been busy with work recently too, but even before that I never went out for dinner with someone like this,â he replies.
âHuh, and seemingly something makes you think I regularly do?â She questions, and he accidentally says the first thought in his head.
âCâmon, what guy is gonna pass up the opportunity to take out a girl like you?â
She blushes and bites her lip, before standing up and excusing herself to go to the bathroom, while Kyleâs left embarrassed.
However, her departure gives him time to think. Or more accurately, think about how much he hasnât been thinking about Y/N. This is the first time in weeks that his mind hasnât been occupied with the thought of her glowing presence. And considering what happened yesterday⊠Fuck, did she know how much she turned him on? She hadnât even done anything sexual, but her body being that close to his was all it took. While he had been able to brush it off this morning, how long until he does something he regrets and ruins everything they have?
Getting her out of his head seemed a near impossible task, but Maria was the one who made it happen. So when she comes out of the bathroom and asks Kyle if he wants to come back to her place, he immediately accepts, desperate for a night without Y/N in his thoughts.
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The car fills with a casual silence as Kyle drives them back to her place. Maria seems to be content with staring out the window, which he finds favorable as it gives him more time to mull over the possible repercussions as to what theyâre probably about to do.
It had been a while since Kyleâd had sex. More than a while. Like years. And it was evident that the⊠buildup was affecting his actions, especially towards Y/N. Asking her to grind on him in the kitchen, how just her legs over his lap sent him spiraling⊠He needed confirmation that he was just feeling horny, not wanting to accept the alternative.
He stops at a red light and glances over at Maria, whoâs still turned towards the window. Sheâs an extremely attractive woman, but she and Y/N couldnât look any more different. Maria is beautiful, but Kyle doesnât find himself quite enamored with her the way he does with Y/N. But his cock is saying something different, so he decides to only sleep with her, not to let things go too far.
A one-night stand might just be what I need right now , he thinks as he arrives at her apartment.
They walk up, but just before she opens the door she turns around to face him.
âHey, just so you know, Iâm not looking for anything serious right now. I just want something casual, so if that upsets you-â she says, but Kyle interrupts her with a kiss as relief floods his mind.
Maria leans into him as he uses his tongue to part her lips and dip his own inside. Scrambling for her keys, she unlocks the door, never breaking contact with his mouth. They stumble into the bedroom, breaking apart to remove their clothes before she pushes him lightly onto the bed.
Kyle would normally set aside the first couple minutes of sex for foreplay, but Maria seems like she just wants to fuck already.
âYouâre clean, right?â she asks, crawling towards him on the bed, forcing him back until his back hits the headboard.
âI havenât had sex in over a year, so I really fucking hope so,â he replies, and she laughs, then grabs a condom from the bedside table and straddles his thighs while putting it on.
âMe too, but you know. Just in case,â she insists, and is about to slip herself inside him when he asks to pause, realizing heâs not fully hard yet.
Fuck , he thinks. His entire body was ready for her in the car, yet when it actually matters⊠But he wasnât thinking of her in the car, was he?
âHey, are you okay?â She asks, and he looks away embarrassed.
âDo you mind, uhm, like, pushing your boobs together or something? Sorry, I just donât think Iâm ready yet.â
She smiles graciously and does what he asks, while he tries to avoid eye-contact with her. He knows exactly what he has to do, and even though it goes against the entire point of sleeping with Maria, he thinks of Y/N. And the worst part is, it works.
Luckily, the implications of what that means and the regret over doing it gets pushed out of his brain as she inserts him into her pussy, and starts riding. They start off slow, but the warmth of someone around him that he hadnât felt in a long time makes him let out a soft groan. Speeding up, she moves like she knows exactly what he needs, rolling her hips to get his dick to hit all the right spots. He grips her by the waist to try and contain his moans, but she squeezes around him and he gets washed away by the pleasure of cumming. Heâs a little embarrassed he came before her, but fortunately, she follows suit soon after, and collapses onto the bed next to him after riding out her orgasm on his cock.
âFuck Kyle, that was amazing,â she says breathless, and agreement comes out of his mouth in a murmur, barely able to speak as his mind tries to break free of itâs post-sex haze.
âI havenât had someone that good in a while.â
âMe neither. I mean, I havenât had anyone in a while, but I definitely donât remember it being that good,â he says, his brain regaining its ability to talk.
âWe should do it again sometime,â she exclaims, surprising Kyle. He had never been in a friends with benefits relationship before, and had promised to only make this a one-time thing. But the release Maria gave him from his thoughts of Y/N was too good to pass up, so he looks over at her and smiles.
âIâd like that.â
Her face lights up, and Kyle realizes how pretty she looks right now, her hair spread out on the pillow, a slight sheen of sweat illuminating her smooth face. She gets up and takes Kyleâs phone to put her number into, while he gets up and starts getting dressed. But before leaving, he grabs her by the waist and pulls her in for a long kiss, promising the start of something new.
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Unlocking the door to his apartment, Kyleâs startled to see his little brother Ike sitting on his couch, but not surprised as he waits to hear what reason he has for being here.
âDude, Mom was just pissing me off back home, so I came here a little early. Plus, there was this girl Iâve been tryna hit up for- ever who said she was gonna be in town only for today, so I figured, two birds one stone, am I right? Iâm just lucky you werenât here when I finally got her into bed. â
âThereâs only one bedroom in the apartment, Ike. Did you have sex on my bed?â Kyle asks.
âWhyâd you come so late, anyways?â Ike asks, trying to change the subject. It works, and Kyle clamps up, not wanting to admit he was also out with a girl. Unsuccessful for him however, Ike seemingly figures it out by his silence.
âDude, are you telling me you were out taming a girlâs strange while you had another one waiting for you back home? Damn, I think I might finally be able to call you my older brother with a little respect.â
âThere was another girl here waiting for me?â Kyle asks, confused.
âOh hell yeah, a smoking hot chick named Y/N. Thereâs no way you let a girl like her be a booty call, so I really hope the other girl you were seeing was a goddamn supermodel.â
Kyle pauses, completely forgetting he had asked Y/N to drop his jacket off here for him.
âIke, you didnât say anything stupid, did you?â
âYeah, but I did meet her for the first time while I was naked, so it made whatever I said not that awkward. Donât worry bro, itâs chill.â
âFuck Ike. Ugh, I canât even stand to look at you right now. Pull out the couch and go to bed while I go take a shower and fix all the shit you probably did.â
He leaves Ike alone and pulls out his phone, immediately texting Y/N.
Kyle - Hey, thanks for dropping off the jacket, and Iâm so so sorry for whatever the hell Ike did
Kyle - I swear Iâm kicking him out tomorrow
Y/N - ahaha itâs alright, ik teenage boys can be stupid as hell
Y/N - i was a little surprised that you werenât there though since i came pretty late
He pauses for a moment, mulling over what to say to her. He doesnât wanna come up with a lie since itâs probably gonna come back to bite him in the ass, but telling Y/N he wasnât there to help shield her from Ike because he was out having sex doesnât sound great either.
Kyle - Sorry, I was out having dinner with Maria
Y/N - oh
She takes a little while to respond, and Kyle wonders if sheâs hurt by his lie. But he wasnât lying though, just emitting some parts of the truth.
Y/N - itâs fine, i just hope you had a lot more fun with her than i had with ike lol
And despite liking the message, Kyle can sense that maybe it wouldâve been better to have just not said anything about Maria at all.
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âDUDE, ON YOUR FUCKING LEFT!â
âTHATâS YOUR LEFT DUMBASS.â
Stanâs inability to tell his left from right results in both of them dying, so Kyle gets up from the beanbag he was sitting on and gets some more soda for the both of them. Theyâve been gaming in Stanâs shitty apartment for the past two hours, talking about life and overall catching up with each other after 7 years apart.
âHey, Wendy wanted me to remind you about the Fourth of July party weâre having this weekend. She wants to show off some new burger recipe she learnt how to do, but my Uncle Jimboâs sending some fireworks he got from his recent trip to Mexico, so I really just wanna blow shit up.â
âOh fuck yeah, Iâll definitely come.â
âCool. Weâre planning to invite Butters and Y/N, obviously, along with a bunch of people like Wendy and Iâs coworkers and such⊠Oh, and a surprise guest!â
Kyle nods along, but Stan looks at him expectantly and clears his throat.
âAs I was saying, thereâs gonna be a lot of people. But thereâs always room for more, so is there anyone you wanna invite, Kyle?â
âUhm, I think Iâll just come by myself, since you said you already invited Butters and Y/N.â
âYes, but Kyle⊠Is there anyone special you wanna invite?â Stan asks, and Kyle looks at him as if heâs gone crazy. He shakes his head, and Stan rolls his eyes.
âKyle, are you gonna invite Maria? Youâve been seeing her for a couple weeks, and we all wanna meet her. Well, Wendy mainly, but you already know she speaks for everyone anyways.â
He canât hide his surprise, and sputters out the next sentence in disbelief.
âYou guys wanna meet Maria? Why?â
âWell, arenât you in a relationship with her? Iâm your best friend, why wouldnât I wanna meet your girlfriend?â
âSheâs not my girlfriend,â Kyle remarks, and Stan scoffs.
âDude, you two are totally boyfriend girlfriend. Okay, letâs look at the facts. Have you ever taken her out on a date?â
âYes.â
âHas she ever spent the night?â
âYes.â
âAnd have you ever made her breakfast in the morning?â
âYes.â
âAnd has she done all these things more than once?â
Kyle stays silent, but nods, and Stan leans back on his beanbag, satisfied.
âWell then, you my friend, you have got yourself a girlfriend.â
âItâs not like that. Iâm sleeping with her, so everything Iâve done with Maria has just been common decency.â
âYeah, common decency in a relationship .â
âHow the fuck would you know about what makes a girl your girlfriend? Youâve been in the same relationship since middle school,â Kyle argues, and Stan gives up.
âTouchĂ©. But Iâm just saying, we all wanna meet her.â
âEveryone?... Including Y/N?â
Stan smirks. âDude, Iâm not talking to you about another girl when you have a girlfriend.â
âSHEâS NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!â Kyle yells, and Stan laughs.
âAll right, all right,â Stan says, unpausing the game.
They keep playing normally for a while, and Kyle focuses on keeping Stan alive. But on the car ride home, he considers what Stan said, and realizes heâs right. In the few weeks theyâve been seeing each other, him and Maria have transitioned from two people hooking up into something more. He saw her as more than stress relief, now someone he could rely on to help with his problems. They would often spend hours together after having sex, and as Stan pointed out, heâd even cooked breakfast for her a couple times when sheâd spent the night.
Were they in a relationship? The main reason Kyle didnât want to be with her like that was because he had feelings for Y/N, but he feels less and less for her the more time he spends with Maria. And if Maria is the one girl who can distract him from her, maybe it was worth giving a relationship with her a chance.
She was already meant to come over that night, but her presence doesnât relax him in the way it normally does, instead only emphasizing his nervous fears. Since their first night together, Kyle had become much more confident in the bedroom, but tonight he lets her ride him on top again, too tense to actively fuck her. The sex is of course amazing, but when she tries to get off of him after they both come, he holds her in place and looks her dead in the eyes.
âHey, so uhm, thereâs a party some of my friends are hosting this weekend on Saturday, if you wanna come along? With me, I mean.â
She looks a little confused, and tilts her head slightly to the side.
âItâs a party with all of your friends?â
âYeah,â he says sheepishly, and she stays silent for a moment, averting his gaze.
After a while, she presses her lips together, then looks at him and nods. He breaks out into an elated grin, but when he goes to kiss her, she turns her head and gets off of him. She collects her stuff, asks him to text her the address, and leaves, saying nothing more. He goes to take a shower, then texts her and flops down on his bed, lulling himself to sleep with the thoughts of a normal relationship.
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Maria doesnât talk to Kyle for the rest of the week, ghosting his texts and sending all his calls to voicemail. Sheâs not at her apartment the nights they planned to meet, nor does she show up at his. The first day, he figures she probably needed some time to think. Her coming to the partyâs a pretty big step up from what theyâre used to, so itâs understandable she might want some time to get adjusted. Heâs even able to excuse the next day when he still doesnât receive any communication from her. But on the third day of silence he starts getting anxious, and the fourth makes him downright petrified. By Friday, heâs given up hope, and on Saturday he makes his way to Wendyâs apartment, prepared to battle everyone elseâs disappointment at her not showing up, alongside his own.
Yet, when heâs a couple feet away from the party, someone comes up from behind him and covers his eyes. He assumes itâs Butters or something, but turning around he canât hide the shock on his face. Standing there is Maria, clad in a collage of red, white, and blue clothing, with stars and stripes galore, looking like a true American. Kyle had never seen her looking so enthusiastic, and in a little way she somewhat reminds him of Y/N. But he brushes that thought away, and asks what sheâs doing here.
âI mean, Iâm beyond happy to see you, but you havenât been answering my calls or texts for the past week, so I kinda figured thatâŠâ
âI know, and Iâm so sorry Kyle. I just needed some time to think everything over. But Iâm here, and Iâm ready,â she replies with a big smile, and Kyle wraps his arms around her, gripping her tightly like heâs scared sheâll fly away. She returns the embrace, then starts walking towards the party. Pausing once she realizes heâs not following her, she sticks out her hand, which he happily takes, and they walk in together.
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Chapter 2: An Awkward Encounter
Was it left? Or right? Oh crap, were you even on the right set of stairs? You couldn't for the life of you remember, and the sweat trickling down your back was starting to stick. You had rushed into the law firm without bothering to check your appearance after biking three miles and getting into an accident. A stare from the receptionist however, made you realize that it was probably worth a trip to the bathroom before meeting your new colleagues. The young man at the front desk took pity on you, and gave you a list of directions which would take you to the secret bathroom hidden in the stairwell where you could fix herself up. But the ringing in your ears from running up the stairs meant you couldn't understand a word he said, which leads to you now wandering aimlessly around while your body grew more tired by the second.
However, the glint of a restroom sign on the flight of stairs below gave you a much needed boost of energy. Determined to not be any later than you already were, you hurry down the steps, inadvertently bumping into a tall man who was heading upwards. His scent was familiar, but your eyes were focused on the sign, so you squeak out an apology and practically sprint down towards it.
Luckily the bathroom was unoccupied, so you quickly lock the door and get to work. Looking in the mirror, you wonder if this was how you looked like to the man you crashed into with your bike this morning. Your mind thought back to his curly red hair, standing out against the black and white of his suit. The freckles which were smattered across his face, his lucid green eyes gazing into yours... Deciding that it would be fate if you ever met again, you take a look inside your purse. You had luckily overpacked due to where you were going in the evening, so you take out some deodorant and perfume and eliminate the smell of sweat which was wafting from you.
You fix your makeup, smooth down your hair, and pat down your clothes, before smiling to yourself in the mirror. After long years of study, you were finally here. Your dream job, helping make society a better place. It didnât pay as much as the fancy corporate jobs many of your classmates took, but you had just gotten a new roommate with whom you could split your rent/living expenses with. And anyways, it didnât matter. You were doing what you loved, and that was enough for you.
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Finally making it to the office looking much more presentable, the receptionist introduces himself as Sam, and takes you to meet everyone else. The officeâs designated floor was pretty small, with a big open bullpen for the junior lawyers and separate offices for the senior lawyers. But it's in one of those high-rise buildings with a view over the city anyone would die for. You sneak glances towards it while being acquainted with everyone else, who are all extremely warm and welcoming.
âOh, thereâs one more guy youâve gotta meet, Kyle. Heâs gonna be your supervisor while youâre here, so you better make a good first impression. He was the one meant to greet you, but when he came in he ran straight into his office and shut the door. I actually prepared some coffee for you both so you could sit down and have a little meeting, do you mind taking it to him now? Heâs in the office down the hall on the leftâ. Sam winks as he hands you two cups of coffee and sets you on your way.
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The nameplate on the door reads âKyle Broflovskiâ in gold letters, and you can't tell whether it intimidated or intrigued you. You mean to knock but your hands are full with the coffee, so you sort of thud against the door. When there's no response, you figure he might not even be in there, so using your elbow you push the door handle and open it.
You have no idea what you're expecting Mr. Broflovski to look like, but it's certainly with more clothes on. The man standing behind the desk is half naked, his muscled back facing you while deciding on which dress shirt to take from a closet. He shrugs a white one on and turns around, only to yelp in surprise and take several steps back from where he was standing. Your feet are planted firmly in place, trying to figure out whether or not this is your new supervisor, and avoiding all eye contact with his abs which are barely concealed by his unbuttoned shirt.
âWho are you?â He asks, a slight hint of panic in his voice.
âItâs a pleasure to meet you sir, but Iâd rather tell you who I am when youâre fully clothed and I can actually see your faceâ.
âOh rightâ, he mumbles before turning back around to haphazardly button the rest of his shirt. Taking a seat down on his desk chair, he looks at you up and down before his eyes widen from recognition.
âI know you. Youâre the girl from this morning, the one who spilt coffee all over me, then bought me an apology bagel. What the hell are you doing in my office?â
You finally make proper eye contact with him and realize heâs completely right. You were the girl who spilt coffee all over him, and he was the guy with the gorgeous green eyes. And of course just to smite her, God made him your new supervisor with whom you'd had the most awkward introduction with ever. Twice.
âIâm Y/N L/N, your new junior lawyer, Mr. Broflovski. Iâm so sorry for barging in like this, Iâm normally so polite I swear. Well, I mean, when Iâm not crashing into people with my bike. Sorry about that again by the way. HahaâŠâ
You try to laugh off the last part, but it comes out sounding insincere so you shut your mouth and wait for him to react. He rakes a hand through his red curls then motions for you to sit down on an empty chair in front of him.
âCall me Kyle. Sorry, I shouldnât have reacted like that, I knew you were coming. I just didnât know you would be⊠you.â
He reaches for the cup of coffee and you get a closer look at his face than this morning. Upon closer inspection, you can see the dark circles that outline his face, making him look twice as old than you assume he is. His eyes are still as absorbing however, and you can now notice his hooked nose when he turns to the side and takes a sip of his cup. He still looks extremely attractive, something you now realize youâve already told him. Heat rises to your face and you pray that he doesnât remember how awkward and weird you were, so you sit up straighter in the chair and speak in a strong, confident voice.
âLook Kyle, I know we got off to an unfortunate start, but Iâve worked my ass off to get into this law firm, and Iâd hate for a bad relationship with you to ruin it. So, letâs start over. I already brought you two cups of coffee this morning so Iâd say weâre even for me ruining your shirt. The other stuff Iâm sure we can get over, so if you donât mind, Sam said you wanted to have a meeting with me and I suggest we get that underway.â
You nod at him, watching his reaction, really just seeing if he was going to kick you out of his office for how blunt you just were. But a small smirk appears on his face, and he nods back at you.
âAlright then.â
He spends the next hour explaining to you the inner workings of the company, what youâll be needing to do in your position, etc. You're quite passionate about the job, so you listen carefully to what he says, his face only being a little bit distracting. He then hands you some paperwork to sign in order to complete your employment, but you notice how intently he's staring at you while you fill it out. Like you're a puzzle, and he's trying to figure you out. After you finish signing every dotted line, he extends out his hand to welcome you officially to the company. You shake it warmly, taking note of how much bigger it is than your own, and the slight crackle of electricity you feel crawl up your skin when the two of you make contact.
He leads you out into the hallway, and tells you what to do for the rest of the day and where to do it. You give him your thanks alongside a big smile, which makes the tips of his ears go slightly red. He turns away without saying a word and shuts the door, which you find somewhat rude but assumes he's a busy man with more important things to do than smile back.
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The rest of the day goes by in a flash. Kyle had given you a lot of work to get started on, so after wrapping it all up it's around 5:45. You start to panic as you're meant to be at the bar by 6, so you swiftly pack up all your belongings which had been scattered across your new desk and head towards the stairs. You're about to start running down when someone's arm pulls you back. Kyle's standing behind you, with an amused expression on his face.
"You know, this is one of the best buildings in the city. We do have an elevator." He points his head towards the two metal doors a little further left than where you're standing, something you must've missed in your rushed state both this morning and now. You smile at him and make your way over, and he comes in with you. Both of you reach to press the ground floor button, and your fingers lightly graze each other. You snap your hand back, that familiar electric spark from shaking his hand in the morning returning back to tingle on your fingertips. He pushes the button and both of you head down.
The ride is quiet, the elevator being filled with a silence both of you are comfortable with. You exit the building and are about to wish Kyle a good night but a feeling of anxiousness spreads across your body and face.
"Is everything okay? You look... scared." Kyle asks, as you pace around the outside of the building.
"Shit, I can't find my bike. I padlocked it here this morning, where the hell is it?" You spend the next couple minutes searching for it to no avail, but with the clock ticking down you eventually give up, all the while Kyle watches you carefully.
"You need a ride? It's getting kind of late and with the high chance that you don't find your bike it's probably not a good idea to be walking home alone."
"Really? That would be amazing."
"Cool. My car's parked near the coffee cart from this morning."
You don't really wanna go revisit the place you made an absolute fool of yourself, but you start walking with Kyle anyways and once inside the car you give him an address.
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His car's pretty nice, not surprising considering that he probably definitely gets paid shitloads from the firm. He also keeps it rather clean, a nice contrast to the guys in your college whose cars looked like a visual representation of a landfill. You decide you like this, and want to know more about him.
"Do you normally leave the office this late?" You ask, considering it was almost 6 and everyone else at the office had left at 5 on the dot.
"Yeah. You could've left earlier though, it's only your first day. No one expects you to work late in your first week. Or at least, I don't."
"I wasn't expecting to work that late. Actually I meant to leave early, but I got so absorbed in the work that I just forgot." Your face heats up slightly as you say this, and you hope he doesn't think that you're sucking up to him or anything. You genuinely did enjoy everything you got given to do today.
"Any particular reason for needing to leave early?" He asks, and your face heats up more.
"Uh, yeah. I have a date. That's actually where you're driving me now."
His hands grip the steering wheel slightly harder, but he keeps his tone apathetic.
"Oh, you have a boyfriend?"
"No no, it's just a first date. Kind of like a blind date. He was the one who set it up actually. I wasn't planning to go, but he's been pretty persistent about going out with me, and I figured that if my first day at work went badly I could blow off some steam."
Kyle doesn't respond to this, but you can see his shoulder relax. He doesn't probe further, so you spend the rest of the ride alone with your thoughts, thinking about how you even got roped into this date in the first place. You don't even really wanna go now, but it's too late to cancel. Plus, you told your new roommate that you'd be home late, and you didn't want to seem lame by coming back before 7. She seemed super nice, way nicer than the one you had in your college dorm. You helped move her in last weekend, then split a bottle of wine. She told you that she recently landed a job working at Greenpeace, and you both bonded over your shared passion about saving the world. She mentioned a little about her time growing up in a small town called South Park in Colorado, but mainly talked about her excitement of getting out of there and starting a new adventure in the city. You hadn't seen her much since that night with both of you being busy preparing for your new jobs, but you secretly hoped you would become closer. You don't keep in touch with many of your college friends, and want a best friend to confide in about everything. Especially things like how hard it was to sit next to your boss right now when he smelt so good and his face looked so cute all concentrated on driving. You dash these thoughts out of your mind and stare out the window until you reach the bar you're meeting your date in.
"Thank you so much for driving me, Kyle, I really apprecia-"
"You should give me your number." He says bluntly.
"I'm sorry?" You ask bewildered. You would've given it happily, but the way he asks makes it seem more like a command rather than a question.
"You said this was a blind date, right? If the guy ends up being a creep, you won't have any way to get home. I can come pick you up instead."
He doesn't seem to realize you could probably call a taxi to pick you up, but the idea of your number being saved into a guy as handsome as Kyle's phone wasn't something you were gonna give up. He hands you his phone and you type it in, before expressing another thank you and heading into the bar. He waits until you're safely inside before he leaves, a fact that shouldn't make you smile but does anyway. You text your guy and he directs you to where he is, sitting in a small booth in the corner.
"Hey, I think you're my date. Stan Marsh, right?"
He smiles.
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Chapter 9: Confessions with a side of pancakes
The words leave your mouth in a tone much more harsh than you mean them to, but it seems to stop whatever the two idiots on your couch were just doing, so it feels justified. Stan abruptly gets off Wendy, and she sits up to look at you. For a minute, the three of you are trapped in some kind of sick staring-contest, eyes darting back and forth between each other. But youâre the first to break when the sight of Stanâs happy trail causes you to turn around, nearly dropping Kyle as he drunkenly leans on your body.
âPut some goddamn clothes on,â you demand, and wait until Wendy gives you the all-clear that theyâre decent before facing them. You clear your throat before addressing them again, the anger in your voice gone but the irritation ever present.
âPlease, someone tell me what the fuck was going on here. Because if itâs what I think it is, I swear to-â
âIt was,â Wendy interrupts. âIt is. I donât know, but⊠yeah. Whatever youâre thinking, youâre probably right.â
Kyle stirs slightly after you let out a heavy sigh, and you figure your first priority should be him. You motion for Stan to come take him off you, and when heâs been gently laid on an empty chair, you go and take a seat beside Wendy, ignoring what they were probably doing where youâre currently seated to avoid throwing up.
âWendy, are you serious? I know emotions are running high after not seeing each other for 7 years, but immediately having sex with him? Youâre not teenagers anymore, why rush into something like that?â
âBecause weâre in love,â Stan replies, but your withering gaze doesnât make him shut up, and he continues. âI love Wendy, and she loves me. Iâm sorry Y/N, but you canât stop true love, a love like ours.â
You think hearing the word âloveâ come out of Stanâs mouth one more time will kill you, so you turn to Wendy, and stare deeply into her eyes to discern her true feelings on the matter as you ask your next question.
âAnd you want this? A relationship with Stan again?â
She nods yes, but turns her gaze to the floor to avoid yours, something which tells you she might not be entirely sure. But itâs obvious sheâs not going to share her ambivalent feelings with him in the room, so you decide to let it go.
âWhatever. Fall in love, get hurt, have each otherâs babies, whatever, just keep me out of it. Anyways, is he staying over?â
She shares a look with him, and purses her lips together.
âAsk him.â
You reluctantly drag your gaze to Stanâs, whoâs standing awkwardly next to where Kyleâs slumped.
âI mean, I can probably catch a lift with Kyle right?â
âI guess. He does need someone to drive his car back to his place, maybe you could crash with him there⊠Letâs ask,â you say as you walk towards the kitchen, fixing a cold glass of water for Kyle. You press it against his flustered cheek, and it seems to wake him up from his stupor, if barely.
âHey Kyle, can Stan drive you-â
âHey Y/N,â he replies with a dopey grin on his face, and the sheer cluelessness of his expression results in you giving him an embarrassed smile in return.
âHi Kyle. Look, can Stan drive your car home and-â
âStan? Stan Marsh, from South Park? Fuck no heâs not driving my car, shitâs gonna end up crashed into a beaver dam or something.â
Wendy stifles a laugh while Stan protests in the background that it was a boat rather than a car, and you reassuringly pat Kyleâs soft curly hair, lulling him back to his drunken slumber.
âOkay, so that means all four of us are sleeping in the apartment tonight,â you say, as Stan and Wendy share a look. You catch on, and immediately shut it down.
âNo way you two are sleeping together in the same room. Iâm not falling asleep listening to muffled moans through the wall by you two horny rabbits. What about this, Iâll give my room up to Kyle and Stan, while Wendy and I crash in hers?â
Everyone still awake agrees, and Stan drags Kyle off to your room. You help Wendy clean up, and eventually youâre both settled in her bed ready to sleep. But while the alcohol in your bloodstream is making you more tired than anything, Wendy is buzzing with a nervous energy, so you decide to ask her exactly what happened which led to her and Stan before you and Kyle walked in.
âI donât know, if Iâm being honest. You see, todayâs our anniversary, so of course I was thinking of him. And then he just showed up, talking all about how much he missed me after all these years, how much he loves me⊠And he asked if I loved him back. While we were having sex. Fuck, it all got so confusing, I still canât make sense of it even now.â
âIâm sorry Wendy, but what? I mean, you havenât seen this guy in what, 7 years, and then he shows up on your anniversary and love bombs you like that. And then you have sex with him despite not being completely sure about your feelings? Iâm sorry, but I think that sounds really toxic.â
She just shrugs it off. âI think it sounds really romantic. I mean, now that I know exactly how he feels, it can help me decide how I feel about him. And donât judge me for having sex with him, didnât you bring Kyle here to do the same thing?â
You know sheâs just trying to divert attention away from her and Stanâs relationship which you think is weird, but donât decide to push it any further. Plus, this new topic sheâs brought up has you squirming uncomfortably.
âOf course not,â you reply. âHeâs in no condition to drive home, you saw how drunk he was.â
âSo the only thing stopping you was how drunk he was? It doesnât matter how attractive he looks to be now?â She inquires, and you feel your face heat up.
âI mean-â
âSo you like him?â
You open your mouth to answer, but your brain hesitates for a moment and you close it. Do you like Kyle? You certainly like the way you feel around him. That sounds like what youâd say about someone you like. But maybe that just means you feel safe around him, like heâs a trusted friend akin to someone like Wendy. Yet you donât stare into her black eyes the way you do his emerald green, wondering what heâs thinking behind his often serious gaze. And you donât feel that same electrical tingle run through your body whenever your skin makes contact with hers as you do with his. Fuck, maybe you do like him.
âIâm attracted to him, at the very least,â you reply, and Wendy lets out a teasing smile.
âSo whatâre you gonna do about it?â
âNothing. Itâd be too awkward to do anything about these⊠feelings I have, especially since heâs my boss.â
âSure, heâs your boss right now , but what about when heâs not? I mean, I do remember you mentioning something about how thereâs some changes going on at your firm, and I know youâre anxious about what it could mean for you, but maybe something happens with Kyle instead and youâre no longer working under him. What then?â
You forgot you had told her about the management changes happening at the company. The stress over potentially losing your job was what you used to justify why you came home crying after the Langford trial, the shame of losing too humiliating to relate back to Wendy. But you remember how kindly Kyle had taken you in his arms when you told him, letting you pour all your emotions onto him without uttering a word of complaint. And if thatâs the lengths heâs willing to go to make an employee feel better, imagine what heâd do for his girlfriend. If you were his girlfriend.
âIf there was a chance we could date, then⊠Then I would at least tell him how I feel.â
It feels good, talking it all out like this, expressing the thoughts youâd hidden inside for so long. But the idea of once again being so vulnerable in front of him leaves you nervous, so youâre happy when Wendy slightly changes the subject to something else.
âI get it, to be honest. I mean, heâs changed so much from when I knew him in South Park. Back then, he was just a tall, scrawny Jewish kid who was too smart for his own good and hung out with Stan a lot. But now⊠Heâs certainly come into his looks.â
Hearing her talk about how attractive Kyle is makes you a little uncomfortable, so you take the opportunity to ask about how it was growing up in South Park, and how the three of them really knew each other. Wendy divulges it to you, and for the rest of the night she explains the complicated dynamics of their relationships, along with the other interesting characters of their small Colorado town, until you both grow too tired to keep talking and fall into a dreamless sleep.
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The time on your phone reads 8 am when your eyes groggily open, so you silently slink out of bed to avoid waking a still snoring Wendy and make your way out into the living area, which is where you encounter Kyle with his back towards you in the kitchen. Taking a seat on a nearby barstool, you cram your head to the side and try and see what exactly heâs doing to produce the delicious smell filling the air. You realize heâs making breakfast, cooking enough pancakes to feed you both and everyone else when they wake up.
You reflect back on all the other times heâs gone out of his way to do things that take care of you and others, and your heart warms.
He would make such a good husband one day, you catch yourself wondering, but your thoughts are interrupted by Kyle turning around and getting jump-scared by you sitting down in front of him.
âJesus Y/N, how long have you been there?â
âLong enough that I totally appreciate what youâre doing right nowâ you reply with a playful smile.
âWell, this hangoverâs beating my ass right now, but I hear keeping busy can help, so I thought Iâd make breakfast for everyone,â he replies, turning back to flip over some pancakes after taking a strawberry from a crowded bowl and placing the rest in front of you. âI hope you donât mind.â
âFuck no,â you respond, popping a juicy red one in your mouth. âBut for your information, the best hangover cure is raw eggs, no contest.â
He gives you a confused look.
âThereâs no way that actually works.â
âI swear on the stars themselves it does. Fastest way to reset your body back to normal and it'll probably help stop the pounding youâre hearing inside your head right now.â
Kyle scoffs.
âDrinking a glass of them could open up my third eye, still not drinking that.â
âCâmon, itâs really not that bad,â you say, getting off the stool and heading towards the pantry to grab some. But Kyleâs faster, and comes up behind to put it high enough in the air that you canât reach.
âI told you, Iâd rather die.â
You roll your eyes and strain to get them, struggling while he quietly laughs. But when you jump up, he goes silent. You keep jumping before you realize somethingâs slightly poking in the back.
Holy shit. Is he hard?
In a rush last night, you put on a thin pair of mini shorts, which means you can feel all of him through them. Youâre about to say something when lowers his head down to yours. You feel his curly hair brush against the side of your face, and can smell a hint of strawberry on his breath when he whispers into your ear.
âDonât stop.â
His words tickle and a faint smile appears on your face. You arch your back slightly towards him, and he lets out a soft groan. His breathing becomes more labored as you continue grinding against him, and you feel yourself getting wet. Your entire bodyâs on fire, and the noises heâs making behind you arenât helping cool you down.
But when he tries to pull you closer by your waist, he accidentally lets go of the eggs, which subsequently spill all over you. The cold sensation of the runny yolks spilt on your body pulls you out of whatever trance you were just in, and you and Kyle move away from each other as his eyes widen.
âOh my god, Y/N. Iâm so sorry, I didnât mean to-â
âItâs fine,â you reply, and start to clean up the mess before he stops you.
âNo, let me. You go take a shower and get that off of you, I have to finish cooking anyways.â
You nod and make your way to the bathroom, wishing that the earth would break apart and swallow you whole. But as you open the door, the sight in front of you immediately quells any concerns about what just happened with Kyle.
Wendy and Stan are engaged in a passionate make out session before the sink, hands tangled in each other's hair and lips locked firmly together.
âOh my god, itâs not even been 24 hours after you finished having sex, give it a rest!â You exclaim, causing Wendy to turn towards you while Stan barely notices youâre there. You pull him away from her and tell them both to go sit at opposite ends of the dining table while you take a shower.
âAnd keep your hands to yourselves for fucks sake,â you call out before slamming the bathroom door shut.
You know youâre projecting your anger over what happened with Kyle onto them, but you canât help it. Stripping off your clothes and hopping in, you wonder how far the two of you wouldâve gone if not⊠interrupted. But the stickiness you feel on the inside of your thighs tells you all you need to know, and you sigh before letting the cold water hit your face, scrubbing away the eggs and the shamefulness you feel over what you just did.
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Stepping out of the bathroom, the table is set and filled with a massive stack of pancakes, which all three of the others are helping themselves to. You take a seat next to Wendy and across from Stan, who seems to have already forgotten your angry outburst and is tucking in.
âAlright, I know I said not to get me involved in your relationship, but I at least wanna know what you two are to each other, so I wonât be as shocked next time I walk in and see the two of you dry-humping.â
Stan looks up from his food with a mouthful of pancake, which he swallows before answering.
âThatâs easy, weâre dating. Right Wendy?â
You turn towards her and she shifts uncomfortably in her seat.
âI donât know, I thought maybe we could just take it slow,â she replies, which causes Stan to drop his utensils as he stares at her in surprise.
âWhat the fuck? Fuck that, weâre just resuming from where we left off in high school.â
You sneak a glance at Kyle, whoâs focusing all his energy into not being noticed by you. You sigh and silently eat while Wendy and Stan continue arguing.
âI think our high-school relationship was riddled with a bunch of problems Iâd rather forget, so Iâd rather we just start newly-fresh.â
âWendy, what ânewly-freshâ couple says I love you the first time they have sex?â
Wendy's eyes dart from her breakfast to Stanâs face, while his gaze remains secured on hers. She shyly tucks a strand of hair behind her ear while tilting her face away from him before replying.
âWell, you see, the thing is, Iâm not really sure I meant it. I think I was just caught up in the moment.â
Kyle seems to sense that Stanâs about to start yelling, so he stands up and clears his throat.
âAlright, I think itâs time for Y/N & I to head off to work, we can drop Stan off on the way if Wendy doesnât mind cleaning up here?â
He looks at her and she enthusiastically nods, obviously willing to do anything to not continue her conversation with Stan. But he declines, standing up and stating heâd rather stay here and keep talking, which is when Kyle grabs his wrist and mutters itâs probably best to leave Wendy alone for now, since she looks like sheâs on the verge of tears. Stan clenches his jaw, but agrees, and soon enough the three of you are in Kyleâs car.
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The ride is quiet, Kyle focused on driving, you trying to avoid his gaze in the passengerâs seat, and Stan simmering in the backseat. You eventually reach his place, and he mumbles a thank you under his breath then gets out of the car, leaving you and Kyle alone with the memory of what happened in the kitchen. The car is too silent, and you hate the idea of going back to where you used to be in your relationship because of one silly mistake, so you try to start a conversation about something else entirely.
âHey, so what did you and Stan talk about last night after Wendy and I went to bed?â
He sighs, before letting out a faint smile.
âHonestly? I have no clue. He probably did say something to me, but I was too drunk off my ass to take it into consideration.â
âLightweight,â you reply, and he smirks.
âMaybe. I donât know, I donât remember getting drunk like that, ever. And itâs funny, I wasnât even planning to drink that much. But I guess you just bring out that side of me.â
You turn your head away, flustered at the implication.
âI wonder what other sides I can bring out of you,â you accidentally say out loud, and now itâs Kyleâs turn to blush.
For the rest of the ride, the both of you sit in a comfortable, albeit embarrassed silence. Upon arriving at the firm, you get out of the car quickly, claiming itâs just so Kyle can go park without you distracting him, but you both know itâs so you can catch your breath. The fresh breeze hits your face, cooling your cheeks down significantly. You walk into the building and elevator by yourself, wanting some time to collect your thoughts before going in without his intoxicating presence to fry your brain. But thereâs a blond-haired man standing at the front desk who you assume is Samâs replacement, so you plaster on a big smile and introduce yourself.
âHi, you must be the new receptionist, Leopold! My nameâs Y/N, Iâm a junior lawyer here.â
âOh well hey there!â he replies in an enthusiastic, slightly southern voice. âYou donât have to call me Leopold. I mean, itâs technically my name, but I'm only using it to get away from a toxic ex I have. I really prefer it when people use my nickname,-â
âBUTTERS?â Kyle calls out from behind you, and you recognize the name from what Wendy told you last night about their hometown.
âButters? From South Park?â You ask, and he shyly grins.
âYep, thatâs me.â
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Chapter 7: Caught
The next couple seconds seem to stretch on for multiple lifetimes. Y/N remains looking shell shocked at Kyle while he tries to remain as nonchalant as possible, ignoring the blaring alarms going off in his head. Her eyes survey his body, taking in his distorted face and bloody appearance.
âOh my god, Kyle.â
She then rushes out of his office, and Kyle runs after her into the kitchen, thinking of every possible way to justify how he looks.
âY/N, wait. I can explain everything. Just let me-â
She puts a finger to his lips and he stops talking, his brain turning blank at the sudden contact
âNo, let me,â she says, pointing towards her desk. âGo sit down.â
He hesitates, and she looks at him with pleading eyes.
âPlease Kyle.â
He nods and takes a seat on her chair, while she assembles something he canât see. She comes back a moment later with an hastily mustered ice pack, which she dumps into his open hands and then walks back to his office. Returning with a clean white shirt, she takes the ice away and looks him up and down.
âTake your shirt off.â
Her sudden bluntness stuns Kyle, and she turns away upon realizing.
âSorry, I meant take your shirt off so I can assess the damage,â she elaborates, her voice suddenly quite shy. Once he confirms itâs off, she turns back around and inspects his body. He watches her intently while she does, but her face only exhibits concentration. She sighs once sheâs done, and tells him to put the new shirt on.
âLooks like they didnât do much to your body. The main issue is your face, but we can get that patched up in no time,â she says, handing him the ice pack to put over his black eye before walking back to the kitchen. She comes back with some gauze and a cold, damp cloth, which she lightly presses on the area around Kyleâs lip. Sheâs way too close to his face for his liking, so to avoid eye contact he glances at the clock, which reads 10:15 pm.
âWait, why are you here in the first place? Itâs quarter past 10, everyone else wouldâve left hours ago.â
âOh yeah. Well, itâs kinda embarrassing, but I thought you might not have left yet, and I wanted to see you. Good thing too, otherwise no one would have been here to help you after getting mugged.â
Wait, mugged? Kyle thinks, then he smiles as he realizes why she must assume that.
âHow do you know the blood on me is mine?â He asks with a playful tone, and she smirks.
âI donât think I could imagine you purposefully hurting anyone, ever,â she replies, and his heart skips a beat.
I was standing in front of her covered in blood, yet she still refused to believe that it was my fault. Imagine what sheâd say if she knew the truth. He shook that thought out of his mind.
âWhy do you think that?â He questions, and she shrugs.
âYouâre normally so calm, and you always keep your emotions in check, unlike me.â
She turns somber, probably remembering how she cried on his shoulder that evening after the trial.
âHey, donât worry about the case. Youâre gonna make a great lawyer. I mean, you care so much about everyone around you, and always see the best in people no matter what they do.â
Embarrassed, she shyly tries to turn away but he stands and tilts her chin back up so sheâs forced to look at him.
âYouâre lovable, and charming without even trying. And youâre so beautifulâŠâ
His voice trails off after the last word, and her breath hitches as they look into each otherâs eyes. She again tries to avert her gaze down to the floor but he snakes a hand to the back of her neck, and leans in so close he can feel the warmth emanating from the inside of her mouth through her slightly parted lips. His own are tingling with anticipation and theyâre about to make contact with hers when the door bangs open, startling Kyle so much he jumps 10 feet away from her.
âY/N? And Kyle? What are you two doing here?â Samâs voice penetrates through the empty room, instantly killing whatever mood was just in the air. Kyle turns away to hide his blush while Y/N answers him.
âOh Sam, itâs just you. Kyle got mugged, so Iâm patching him back up.â
âKyle got mugged? Is he alright?â Sam asks as he hurries over and starts examining Kyleâs bruised eye.
âIâm fine,â he says, pushing Samâs intruding hands away from his face. âWhat are you doing here?â
Sam looks around sheepishly before replying.
âI quit.â
âWhat?â Y/N asks bewildered, while Kyle tilts his head in confusion.
âYeah, all the management changes going on also means budget cuts, so I got told that I can keep my job, but at a lower salary. And I donât know, I joined this firm years ago because I needed work straight out of college, and I think if I donât get out now Iâll be stuck here for the rest of my life. So I quit, and it feels so liberating knowing that I have so much ahead of me, and that Iâm free to follow my dreams.â
Y/N moves to hug him, while Kyle awkwardly pats him on the back. He had known Sam for a while now, but had kept him at armâs length like he did everyone else. Everyone until Y/N entered his life.
âAnyways,â Sam continues after she lets him go. âThey called me an hour ago and apparently already found a replacement, some guy called Leopold. Heâs starting in a couple days, so they want me to take all my personal belongings out of my desk, which is what I came here to do.â
âOh, well Iâm pretty much done with Kyle over here, so we can help! Right Kyle?â
He nods, and they head over to the receptionist desk. They pack all Samâs things away into cardboard storage boxes, and he complains at how fast the company replaced him, while Y/N reassures him that itâs a sign that he did the right thing by quitting. The name of his replacement sounds familiar to Kyle, but his brain is still buzzing from the almost-kiss and he canât concentrate on where he knows it from. In fact, he canât concentrate on anything other than Y/N, and keeps stealing glances at her while they load the stuff into Samâs car. She however, is firmly avoiding eye contact, and when Sam offers to drop her home she jumps at the chance.
She gives Kyle a tight smile before telling him to go home and heal up, then practically sprints into the passenger's seat of Samâs car. He drives them off, leaving Kyle standing all alone, wondering what he did to make her go from nearly kissing him to not even wishing him goodnight.
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The bruise on Kyleâs face along with his split lip healed nicely overnight, but every time Y/N averts her eyes from his the next day at work, he swears the pain comes back. Sheâs carefully seated at her desk the entire day, not looking up from her paperwork at all. Not when Kyle walks over to wish her good morning, or when he asks her whether she got home safely last night, or when he offers to bring her some coffee. Itâs like heâs ceased to exist in her eyes. After many failed attempts to get her attention, he solemnly walks back to his office, working there quietly until 6 pm, when Sam pops his head in.
âHey Kyle, since itâs pretty much my last day, a couple of us were gonna go down to the bar and grab some drinks. You wanna come?â
Normally Kyle would refuse an invitation to hang outside of work like this, but he figures this would be the perfect time to confront Y/N about what was wrong, so he grabs his coat and walks out with Sam. Y/N is still working peacefully at her desk, and upon seeing Sam she gets up, but a glimpse of Kyle behind his shoulder gives her pause. Sam walks into the elevator and she rushes to follow him in, but Kyle grabs ahold of her wrist to pull her back.
âHey Sam, you go into this one. Weâll come in the next.â Sam looks slightly confused, but shrugs and closes the doors, leaving the two of them alone.
Kyle loosens his grip and Y/N slides her wrist out of his hand, then waits patiently for the elevator to come back up again, refusing to look at him.
âY/N, please,â he pleads, but when the doors open she steps in and presses the ground floor without so much as a glance at him. He gets in beside her and the doors shut behind him. His eyes unconsciously look over at her but she suddenly finds much interest in the elevator buttons, which is where she keeps her gaze set.
Fine, if thatâs how she wants to play this.
Kyle presses the emergency stop button and moves to face her, closing the gap between them and pressing her back to the elevator wall.
âLook, I know youâre probably mad at me for what happened yesterday, but what weâre not gonna do is playing this fucking silent treatment game. If you have a problem, you tell me right now, and Iâm not letting you out of here until you do.â
Her body shifts uncomfortably from being in such close proximity to his, but she keeps her eyes firmly on him as she replies.
âIâm not mad. But to be honest, what youâre doing right now is giving me a reason to be.â
Kyle steps back from her and she returns to where she was standing, letting out a heavy sigh. She presses the emergency button again and the elevator starts moving again. She glances at him, and heâs about to utter an apology for his abrasive behavior when she cuts him off.
âIf you want to know why Iâm acting weird, at least get a couple drinks in me first,â she says grinning, and Kyle smirks. The doors open and she steps out into what heâs sure is gonna be an interesting night.
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Sam and the others cleared out a couple hours ago, so when the clock strikes 11 pm, only Kyle and Y/N are left sitting at the bar. Empty shot glasses with dribbles of various alcohol lay in front of them, and Y/Nâs sipping a craft beer while Kyle rests his head on the bartop. His mind is hazy and his thoughts unclear, as opposed to how they were when he entered.
His sole purpose was to have one drink with Y/N and get her to spill her guts, but her natural charm made him forget what he came to do. Their conversation topics ranged from how nice itâs been to have the sun out recently to whether or not Kanye would actually make a good president, and all the while the liquor kept flowing. Kyle was never a big drinker, so after a couple shots he practically collapsed on the bar, as Y/N just laughed. He now turns his head to look at her, watching as she sets her beer down and faces him.
âWhatâs wrong Y/N? You can tell me anything, you know?â he says, slightly slurring his words. She looks him up and down before taking a swig of her drink and sighing.
âI think losing the case yesterday has made me depressed,â she replies. âI mean, I did everything right, yet it still wasnât enough. Thatâs why I didnât want to see you today. I thought youâd be⊠disappointed.â
Kyle canât imagine a world where Y/N could ever disappoint him. He found it stupid of her to think that, even for a second.
âItâs also why I havenât texted Gemma back,â she continues. âI canât face her knowing that she has to go back to working under that horrible man because of my failure.â
âOh, sheâs not going back to work for him. I took care of that. I took care of him.â
Y/N gives him a confused look, but his tipsy state wonât let him stop talking.
âI didnât want that guy to be here, so I made sure you never had to see him again. I killed himâ
âWhat, like physically?â She asks, perplexed.
âPhysically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually. You name it, and heâs dead. Chopped him up into some pieces and tossed him into the underworld,â he says, and she chuckles in response, so he elaborates.
âIâm kind of like the modern day Hades, you know?â
âOh really, how so?â She teases, and he spends the next couple minutes talking about all the similarities the Greek king of the underworld and him share. She listens along with a smile, but when she gets a text from her phone it quickly disappears. Even in his drunken state he figures something must be up, so he asks her whatâs wrong.
âOh, itâs just Stan,â she says apathetically, texting him back before setting her phone face down on the table. âI helped him get a job recently so he wants to meet again to see me.â
âWhat, like on a date?â Kyle questions, suddenly sitting upright.
âNo silly, I already told you weâre not dating.â
âOkay. Good. I donât like the thought of you two⊠dating.â
âOh yeah?â she asks playfully. âWhy not, you feeling jealous?â
âYeah. The only one you should be dating is me,â he says, and Y/N tries to laugh it off, but he stares straight at her and she stops. Sheâs looking at him with those damn teasing eyes of hers, and his heartbeat skips just like it did at the office yesterday. He feels like he canât breathe, and he needs her mouth to provide him with the oxygen he so desperately craves. Leaning forward, he prepares to join their lips together and finish what he couldnât last night, but his intoxicated brainâs misjudges where her face would be, missing her mouth completely and causing him to fall off his chair, kissing the floor instead of her.
Y/N immediately rushes to help him, but upon realizing that heâs alright, she canât help but giggle at what just happened. She slings his arm around her shoulder so that she can walk them out of the bar, and the refreshing summerâs night air slaps Kyle across the face. It feels good, but unfortunately doesnât help his wasted mind, so all he can do is garble an incoherent sentence when she gets him into his car and asks for the address. She sighs, and her getting into the driver's seat is the last thing he can remember until he awakes to the sound of her yelling.
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His arm is still slung over her shoulder, and when his eyes open he immediately recognizes that theyâre at her apartment. What he doesnât immediately recognize are the people inside, and it takes him a couple moments of rapid blinking and squinting to perceive the scene in front of him. Stan is naked on the couch, and who looks like a more naked version of Wendy Testaberger from his hometown of South Park is under him. Theyâre both covered in sweat, and it doesnât take a genius to figure out what they were/are in the process of doing. And thatâs when Y/Nâs yelling starts to make sense.
âWHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?â
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Chapter 5: Truthfully
You canât quite find the words to describe how mad you are right now. You keep muttering obscenities directed towards Stan and his entire bloodline while you check the apartment for any sign of Wendy. Confirming she had left for work, you go to the door to let Stan in. But your hand hesitates while reaching for the doorknob. You arenât sure if itâs the best idea to let him inside. You had pegged him as sort of a dorky lover boy who wanted help getting his soulmate back, but him showing up here like this without your consent makes you think twice. Plus, it would probably be a major violation of Wendyâs trust to let her potentially psycho ex-boyfriend into your home. Deciding itâs best to talk outside, you open the door and firmly close it behind you. Stan looks confused and says something, but your eyes are firmly trained on whatâs leaning against the wall behind him. Your previously thought lost pink bike.
âWhat the hell is this doing here?â You ask, walking over and checking the handle bar to confirm itâs really yours. Sure enough, the carving you made when you first got it at 13 is still there, staring back at you.
âOh, Kyle dropped it off,â Stan explains, and your heart drops. âYeah, he just left, without saying anything either. He asked if I was here to see you, then walked away.â
âKyle was here?â
Stan nods, and a hundred different scenarios as to why he left go through your head. You had told him you were meeting your date from last night here, so he comes with your bike and finds⊠Stan. Fuck.
You sprint down the stairs, the only thought in your mind is to talk to him before he gets the wrong idea. But itâs too late, you run outside and find no sight of him. You slowly trudge up the stairs, walking until you come face to face with Stan. The sadness of not being able to catch up and explain everything to Kyle couples with the stress of Stan showing up unannounced, and you explode.
âWhy the fuck are you here Stan? I made it very clear, I would only help you if you gave both Wendy and I space, yet not even 24 hours after, you show up at our apartment!â Stan opens his mouth to say something, but youâre too angry to let him get a word in. âDonât fucking tell me youâre here because you love her, or because youâre desperate. Because right now, all I see is a selfish, pathetic excuse of a man whoâs relying on two women to fix all his problems. And now youâve gone ahead and fucked up my life since of course you canât be the only miserable one. You have to drag down everyone else with you. But if your life sucks, you donât go and screw it up for others.â
You push past him and open the door. Stepping inside, you remember one last thing that you hope gets stuck in his thick skull.
âOh, and if I ever see you within twenty feet of this apartment again, Iâll pepper spray your ass and call the cops while youâre on the floor crying for your mommy.â
And with that, you slam the door in his bewildered face and fall onto the couch. You need this day to be over with, so after leaving a voicemail to Sam saying that you wonât be in for the rest of the day, you curl up and float into a dreamless nap.
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You awake with the time on your phone reading 11:03pm. Your inbox is filled with messages from Stan, and you groan. You had meant to sleep until morning and let him be your future problem, but the pillow squished under your head and the heavy blanket on top of you reminds you that Wendyâs too nice for you to carry on lying to her.
You get up, grab two beers from the fridge, then walk over to her room. Sheâs sitting on her bed watching some Netflix show, which she pauses after inviting you in.
âHey, thanks for making it comfortable enough for me to sleep on the couch, you were the only thing standing between me and a really bad neck sprain,â you tell Wendy as you open the drinks and hand one to her.
âNo worries. You said you might have to work late this evening, so seeing you crashing on our couch at 3pm kinda made me think something happened that made you need a nap.â
You avoid eye contact and sip the beer. It tastes bitter in your mouth, so you sigh and set it down.
âGuy troubles.â
âOh yeah, I had a couple of those in the past. Actually just the one.â She takes a sip and you figure youâre not gonna get a better opportunity than this.
âDo you mind telling me about him? Sorry if itâs kinda invasive, but I think hearing about someone elseâs experience might make me feel better about mine.â You take a deep breath, hoping sheâll open up.
âSure. I mean, it happened so long ago. My first boyfriend was a guy called Stan. He was from my hometown in Colorado; really cute, and super in love with me. In fact, he used to throw up every time he talked to me, he was that nervous,â she says, growing quiet with a sort of dreamy eyed look crossing her face. You have to clear your throat to get her to continue.
âOh right. We started dating in middle school, and we were kinda on and off from then until high-school. Even though he was sometimes emotionally distant and I dated other guys, I truly loved him. I thought we might go the distance, but during our senior year, he got exceedingly more and more depressed. And instead of turning to the people who cared about him, he turned to alcohol. He was scared about his future, and to cope, drank himself within an inch of his life. Interventions, detoxes, rehab, I tried everything to get him to quit⊠But you canât save someone who doesnât want to be saved.â
Her eyes go glassy, so you reach over and give her some tissues laying on her nightstand, but she shakes her head and she carries on.
âI stuck with him until our graduation. By then, everyone else had left, deemed him a lost cause. They were right, and as much as I loved him, I couldnât stay with a man trying to kill himself. I broke up with him at his house after the ceremony, which he hadnât bothered to attend despite the fact Iâd made valedictorian. I told him I was leaving for the city, and that I hope when he gets the help he so desperately needs, that heâll call me. And considering I havenât heard from him since, I assume heâs still in South Park, staring at the bottom of an empty bottle.â
She takes a long look at her drink before setting it down, and you mentally kick yourself for bringing beer to a conversation about an alcoholic. And when thereâs perfectly good ice-cream in the freezer! But you digress, and summon enough courage to ask the question thatâll determine your entire future with Stan.
âBut if he did get the help he needed, and got better, would you still wanna be with him?â
You hold your breath, and after a couple moments, she replies.
âI have no idea. He was such a train wreck when I left, and was so adamant to refuse any help. But⊠I suppose if he was truly better, and had truly changed⊠Then I would at least be willing to see him. But if we were to date again, he needs to be completely sober and have his entire life together. I canât go through what I did with him when I was 18 and in love all over again. But I donât think I ever truly stopped loving him, so I donât know. I might be willing to give our relationship another chance.â
You smile, and thank her for telling you. She tells you she hopes everything works out for you, yet still looks sadly at her abandoned beer bottle. You take it along with your own and walk out of her room, dumping them both in the trash before pulling out your phone. You step out onto your small balcony, breathing in the fresh air, and call Stan back.
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He picks up on the first ring.
âHello? Y/N, is that you? Look, if it is, I am so sorry for showing up at the apartment, and you have every right to be mad at me. So yell, scream, cuss me out and call me every name in the book. And if you think Wendyâs life is better without me in it, and that she doesnât feel for me what I feel for her, so be it. But I want you to know that I genuinely feel better about my life after the advice you gave me, and I want more of your help.â
You sigh. If helping him is whatâs gonna make Wendy happy, youâll do it. But first, you need assurance that heâs mentally and financially stable enough to be let back into her life.
âDr. Grossbard. Heâs a therapist I know who specializes in helping recovering addicts. Iâll send you his address, and you can reply by sending me a copy of your resume. Iâll see if thereâs anyone hiring an errand boy and if we can get you a job.â
âThank you Y/N. Oh thank you so much. Iâll get right on that.â
You almost cut the call, but decide to say one last thing.
âOh, and Stan? Wendy feels more closely than you think.â He starts to say something, but you hang up. The air has turned cold around you and you start to feel sleepy again, but before you go inside, you send off a text to Kyle.
Y/N - thank you so so much for dropping off my bike â„ïžâ„ïž
Y/N - whereâd you find it?
Read at 12:03am
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The next day at work you try to ignore the nagging feeling that Kyle left you on read because heâs mad at you. Or maybe itâs all in your head, and in reality he just forgot to reply. Guess Iâll find out today. You sit down at your brand new desk which was delivered before you got here, and inspect the thick manila folder lying on it. Inside is information about Gemma Langford, whoâs boss Lenny Ying failed to provide sufficient maternity leave when she was pregnant with twins, for which she is now suing as a human rights violation. It seems pretty simple, but what surprises you is that the prosecutor's name on the case matches your own. You realize what it means and canât stop smiling. Your first case! You wonder if Kyleâs the one who assigned it to you, being your superior, and you decide to go ask him.
Walking into his office, the air seems cold, despite the morning sun shining through the unopened windows. Kyle is working diligently at his desk, not pausing to look up when you enter. You ask him whether it was him who gave you the case in your hands, but he doesnât reply, his eyes glued to the computer screen in front of him. You think he didnât hear you and asks again, yet he still doesnât say any response.
So he IS mad at me, you discover, and sigh before walking out and closing the door behind you. He probably needs a little space, god knows why . You return to your desk and decide itâs best to just focus on your work. Itâs what best distracts your mind from other thoughts, and you feel yourself getting lost in gathering all the information you need to help Gemma.
Sam comes to your desk around 12 and gives you some lunch he picked up from the deli nearby. You express your gratitude by thanking him, and itâs around this time Kyle also ventures out of his room to grab some coffee. Watching as he moves around the kitchen, you not so subtly stare at how fast he looks like heâs trying to get out of there. Sam calls his name so he turns around and accidentally makes eye contact with you. You smile, but he averts his eyes and walks back to his office post-haste.
Definitely mad. Shit.
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Itâs around 4:30 when you hit a snag with your work. The timing for when Gemma asked Lenny for maternity leave is weeks prior to when he officially filed a request, and you wonder if this is something you can use against him in the case. And even though heâs trying to avoid you, the only person who would know the answer to this is Kyle. In fact, heâs your senior, the person who should be by your side during this entire thing, helping you along. Deciding enough is enough, you march over to his office and knock.
âCome i-,â he starts to say as you open the door, but his voice abruptly stops upon seeing itâs you and he returns his gaze back to his computer.
âKyle? I need your help with finding something about this case, if you donât mind?â
âWe have an extremely talented research team if you need help.â
âYes, but I think itâs something youâd know, so I thought to ask you.â
âTry them first.â
âAlright, thatâs enough.â You walk over to his desk and unplug the computer, yet even then it takes a couple seconds for him to turn his chair to face and for his eyes to flicker up to yours.
âI wanna know why the hell youâre being so weird and distant today, no more of this passive-aggressive bullshit. Just tell me whatâs bothering you,â you say exasperated, but he remains silent.
âIs it something I did? Something I said? Or is it about who you saw at my apartment yesterday?â
His jaw tightens slightly at the mention of Stan, and you canât help but let out a small laugh.
âOh my fucking god, this is about him? The guy I told you I went on a date with like two days ago? Why do you care so much about my dating life?â
âI donât,â he says, standing up to match your height. âYou can date any guy you want, just.. not him. Not Stan.â
âI never said we were dating. And I also never told you his name was Stan. What, do you know him personally or something?â
âAs a matter of fact, yeah. I spent my entire childhood being his best friend, so if youâre involved with him, I think I have a right to know. So tell me Y/N, are you two dating or not?â He asks, his fiery gaze only accentuated by curls of red hair falling down onto his face.
âNo,â you say, your voice strong and clear. His stare relaxes faintly, but upon realizing you arenât gonna give him anymore information, he sighs and collapses back down onto his chair. You also find somewhere to sit in the room, and the both of you remain silent for a moment.
âLook. I didnât mean to get angry like that. It just feltâŠweird to find out that Stan was your date.â
âListen. Weâre not dating, but chances are Iâm gonna be seeing a lot more of him now. So if you have some sort of shitty relationship with him because heâs a bad guy, Iâd rather know now than later.â
Kyle sighs and leans back. âNo, heâs a good guy. Or I donât know, he was when we were kids. Our friend group was always getting into trouble, but Stan had my back through it all. He helped make my middle school life bearable, especially when there were other guys who were hell-bent on ruining it. But I still blame myself for what happened during senior year. I was too focused on having good enough grades to get out of that shithole town that I neglected our friendship, and Stan turned to alcohol to deal. I only realized how bad it had gotten when I graduated, but by then it was too little too late. I tried to keep in touch with him after I moved, but yesterday at your apartment was the first time Iâd seen him in almost seven years. He never told me heâs in town, and the last place Iâd have expected him to be was there. Probably why I left without saying anything.â
You pick up your chair and place it right next to his, plug back in his computer, then grab the file and open it up.
âOh yeah, thanks again for finding my bike and dropping it back at my place. It really means a lot.â
He mumbles a âno worriesâ, then leans in closer to get a look at the information in the folder. He leans so close, in fact, that you can smell faint traces of the coconut shampoo he probably used this morning while washing his hair. A soft smile falls on your lips, and you listen eagerly as he explains to you the best way of attacking the case.
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Time goes by quickly with the both of you working on the case in Kyleâs office, and before you know it the clock reads 6:30 pm. He notices it first, and looks at his watch to double check.
âOh fuck, weâve been working for 2 straight hours,â he says, as he starts to gather up all your papers spilled across his desk. âI have a couple things I still have to do so Iâll likely be here until around 9⊠But you should get going, itâs pretty late.â
âItâs okay, I wanna finish what Iâm working on. Plus, my bikeâs got a flat tire and I had to get my roommate to drop me off today, so if we leave at the same time you can drop me back! Iâll just keep you company until then,â you say, and his eyebrows knit in confusion.
âYou donât mind?â He asks, and when you shoot him an enthusiastic smile he turns away to hide his blush.
âAlright, Iâll go get us some dinner,â he says before leaving the office.
You fire off a quick text to Wendy saying youâll be home late tonight, and grin softly as you look around the room. After an eventful couple of days, everything in your life seems to have fallen into place, and you hope youâll always feel this happy.
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idk if its still kyle week but could u do something about kyle n jenny simons âïžâïž
hi of course! my requests are always open for any character, i just thought kyle week would be a good time to focus on everyoneâs fav redhead :P
anyways the premise of this story is that it takes place a week after the events of season 11, episode 14: The List! the characters have not been aged up (still in fourth grade), but sorry if anyone is acting ooc as i had to take some liberties to move the story alongâŠ
Why Me? Kyle Broflovski X Jenny Simons Oneshot
It was just a dumb list.
Nothing to get upset about, and definitely not enough for Jenny to be in this classroom right now.
âI donât get why Iâm here right now,â she exclaims to the black-haired girl in front of her, Wendy Testaberger. Wendy is shorter than Jenny, and if needed, Jenny knows she could easily push past her and go out through the door. But Wendy is one of her classmates, and a part of the girls friend group. All the drama that could come from a simple shove is just not worth it, especially when everyoneâs already on edge after that damn list.
âYou know why youâre here,â Wendy squeaks, staring pointedly. âYou had a hand in creating the list of the most to least attractive guys in our class, so now you have to apologize to who you put at the bottom of the barrel. Sorry, Kyle.â
Ah, right. The redhead has been quiet ever since he was ushered in here by his best friendâs ex, and only assumed the worst when he saw who else had been forced in here with him. He had never really known Jenny, until that fateful day last week. Seeing her up there with Bebe and Lola, agreeing that he was the ugliest boy in their class changed his whole perception of her. No longer was she Jenny Simmons, one of the girls. Now, she was Jenny Simmons, shallow bitch.
âItâs fine, Wendy. I actually-â
âWho cares?â Jenny says. âI donât see the point in apologizing for something that happened days ago.â
Kyle shoots her an aggressive glare for interrupting him, but he digresses, just wanting to be out of here as soon as possible. âI actually agree. I donât think her saying sorry is necessary, Wendy. Can I go now? I think Stan and Kenny are still playing basketballâŠâ
Wendy simply responds by rolling her eyes. âLook. I donât care how long it takes. Kyle deserves an apology from every girl involved in that list, so I donât want you guys to come out until then.â
And before either of them can blink, Wendy walks out of the classroom, shutting the door behind her with a loud slam.
Jenny lets out a sigh, and Kyle shifts around awkwardly where heâs standing.
âLook. You can leave, if you want. Iâll tell Wendy you said sorry and everything, itâs all good.â
She looks him up and down, trying to discern whether or not heâs telling the truth. She doesnât want to risk opening the door and telling her friend she apologized just for Kyle to turn around and say she lied. The girlâs relationship with Wendy is already rocky because of what happened, and Jenny doesnât need Kyle Broflovski of all people to completely ruin it. But, the other option is staying in here with him until the end of the world, so she nods and heads towards the door.
She tries to pry it open, but it doesnât budge. It takes a couple more tries of pushing and pulling the handle until Jenny realizes what happened.
âThe bitch locked it!â
Rolling her eyes at the immaturity of her friend, Jenny turns around, only to come face to face with Kyle. Theyâre so close that she can count the freckles on his nose, ones she didnât know he had before then. She also never knew he had green eyes, as they always appear hazel under the harsh brightness of the classroom lightbulbs. But now, with the sun streaming in through the windows and onto his face, she can truly see the flecks of emerald. Huh.
âYouâre not trying hard enough. Move.â
âAsshole,â she mutters, making way for him to try to open the door the exact same way she just tried 10 seconds ago, to no avail. Eventually he gives up, and leans his forehead against it in defeat. She buries her face in her hands, growing more irritated by everything as the seconds tick by, when suddenly she has an idea.
âKyle!â She practically yells, so loud he gets startled and moves away from the door. Jenny presses her mouth against it, trying to amplify her voice as much as possible. âIâm really sorry that I had anything to do with that list, it was just supposed to be for fun, I never meant for you to get hurt.â
Kyle gives her a quizzical look, before realizing why sheâs facing the door and not him as she apologizes.
âThatâs okay Jenny! I forgive you, and I am totally over my feelings on that dumb list anyway. Thatâs why girls like Wendy Testaberger donât need to stick me in classrooms anymore, and should just let me go out and play with my friends.â
Jenny shoots him a small smile at how quickly he caught on, and it sends something stirring in his chest. She peers outside the small peephole on the door, not finding any sight of Wendy in the hallway.
âShit!â She yells out of frustration, turning around and kicking a nearby chair over. The action makes Kyle take several steps back from her.
âWhat the fuck are you doing?â
âShut up,â she tells him, advancing to where he is and wagging her index finger at his face. âThis is all your fault, you know. If you didnât have to be such a whiny fag about a stupid list, she never wouldâve locked us in here.â
âThis is not my fault,â he announces. âIf you and your dumb girl friends just didnât make the list in the first place, none of this wouldâve happened in the first place.â
âOh my god,â she cries out. âThe list doesnât even matter. We just made it so that Clyde would finally be popular, and we could all get free shoes! I donât even think youâre that ugly.â
âThanks, that makes me feel so much better,â he replies, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Jenny simply scoffs and walks away, pacing up and down the front of the class to try and think of a way to escape, while Kyle leans his back to a nearby desk. There's a few moments of silence, before he decides to break it with a question thatâs been plaguing his mind ever since he learnt of his placement.
âWhy me, though?â
He practically whispers the question, but Jenny stops her strolling and brings her eyes up to face him. His own are studying the floor, and they drag up to her expectantly when he hears the footsteps stop.
âHuh?â
âItâs just,â Kyle sighs, turning his face to the side so she canât see his expression. âI was at the bottom. The very bottom of the list. Why couldnât I at least have been, like, above Cartman or something?â
âBecause Cartmanâs psycho,â Jenny states matter of factly, staring bewildered at Kyle. âI thought you of all people would know that. We couldnât put him at the bottom because heâd kill us all. We figured second to last would be enough to keep him sane, while still making it all seem believable.â
âYeah, but⊠Why me? Why couldnât Tweek or someone else be at the bottom? Am I really that ugly that I absolutely had-â
âKyle!â Jenny shouts, sick of his ranting. Seeing that sheâs startled him once again, she sighs and collapses on a nearby chair. âListen, youâre good looking. We just put you at the bottom because we figured youâd care the least. It never felt like you were into your looks that much, and youâre really nice, so we thought that you wouldnât make such a big deal out of being last. It was a fake list anyways, donât get your panties in such a twist, god.â
Another moment of silence occurs, as both of them let her words hang in the air. Jenny drops her head down, utterly done with it all, while Kyle completely turns around so that the black-haired girl canât see his blushing face. Heâs not used to girls casually admitting that heâs good looking, or that heâs nice and humble. The heat crawls up his neck, due to both embarrassment and sudden timidity, so he opens a nearby window to get some fresh air.
The breeze feels nice on his hot face, and he doesnât realize that Jennyâs come up behind him until he turns around to see her head near his shoulder. Her face looks oddly similar to how it did right before she started yelling out her apology for Wendy to hear through the door, and Kyleâs eyes dart from her furrowed brows to the open window.
âYou know itâs like a 10 foot drop, right?â He says, anticipating her next words about how they should try to jump to their freedom. âPlus, that massive bush underneath isnât going to do anything to cushion the fall.â
Her eyebrows are still pinched for a second more, before her face breaks into a wide grin.
âPussy,â she calls him, right before tumbling out. Kyle cranes his neck out to check if sheâs alright, but when his vision is obstructed by the bush, he curses and decides to follow her lead.
Luckily, neither are injured, and they find each other amongst the greenery they are sitting in. Kyleâs ushanka has slipped off, revealing his leaf covered bright-red curls. Jenny had seen his hair a couple times before, but seeing it in such close proximity made her wonder why he would ever want to keep it covered up. The lack of distance between them was also affecting him, and he pulls a small twig from her bangs and holds it between them. Both of them gaze at it, before letting out roaring laughs at how stupid the entire situation is. Kyle feels his face turning red again, and Jenny starts clutching her sides.
âHey! Whatâre you doing in that bush?â
The voice of Mr Mackey sobers them both up quickly, and they duck to avoid their counselors' rapidly approaching gaze.
âYou better not be smoking pot, mmkay?â
âFuck,â Kyle whispers, as he already knows what kind of assumptions Mr Mackey will make if he finds both him and Jenny together, alone in a bush. She seems to think the same, and grabs his hand.
âRun.â
The simple command prompts both of them to get up and start sprinting away from Mr Mackey, who yells out at them, but doesnât follow. Jennyâs a faster runner than she seems, but Kyle has no problem matching her pace, and soon enough she leads him into a random alley in town. They both take a minute to catch their breaths, during which Kyle canât help but sneak glances at the girl. Sheâs slumped down on the side of the building, and her skin is given a golden glow as the sweat from running causes her bangs to stick to her forehead and it drips down the side of her cheek. He wonders if maybe she isnât as one-dimensional as he originally thought, and sticks out a hand to aid her in getting up. She glances up at the green-eyed, freckled boy, and as she grabs his hand, wonders how she could ever think of putting him on the bottom of the list. Fake or not.
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Chapter 4: Easier said than done
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Her last message seems to taunt Kyle as he paces around his kitchen and adjacent living room. His mind is scrambling, so he goes to sit down on his bay window which overlooks the city and get his thoughts in order. What the fuck was this girl doing to his head? And why does it bother him so much? He's known her for less than 24 hours, why does he care if she goes out with another guy? Or gets a boyfriend. Who isn't him. Oh fuck.
He gets up to go lie down on his bed, but only makes it as far as the couch. His head lolls off the arm rest, and he closes his eyes. He tries to think about something to get his mind off it, but every train of thought leads back to her. He remembers he has to get a haircut soon, then thinks about how her hair seems to frame her face so perfectly, illuminating those gorgeous eyes that look like they can still see the good in him. His body hurts from going to the gym after work so he spreads his hand across his aching abs, and recalls the electric touch from her fingers touching his in the elevator. Suddenly, his abs aren't the only thing aching.
He sits up straight upon realizing heâs growing hard. A loss in sex drive was one of the side effects that happened to his body when he started killing, any erotic thoughts becoming muddled along with thoughts of the mutilated bodies he had massacred. But as he reaches down his pants, his mind can only think about her. Of her body on top of his this morning after knocking into him, of her shocked expression at seeing him shirtless, of how the grazing of their fingertips jolted every sense in his body. But then his brain takes it a step further.
How would it feel seeing her naked? To be in front of her dripping pussy, all for him to worship and adore. Or to see her down in front of him, on her knees, begging for his cock. He pulls it out of his boxers and starts to massage the tip, letting his pre-cum drip out along his shaft. He strokes himself thinking of how soft and warm her breasts would be in his hands, all ready for him to suck and nibble on. The hickeys he could leave on her neck, marking her as his only. But in his mind, the hickeys start to look too much like the bruises on the corpses he would drag to hell. He closes his eyes and grips his cock harder, trying to distract himself with other thoughts of her. Like how her face must look when he brings her to climax, the walls of her pussy tightening all around him, screaming his name only. Crying out for him to let her cum, just like how his victims used to cry out for him to let them live.
His eyes open wide and he lets go of his cock. It twitches, waiting for him to finish it off, but heâll be damned if he cums to the thought of Y/N & murder, no matter how much his body wants it. He gets up and goes to take a cold shower, letting the icy water hit his skin as he feels the heat in his lower area die out. He combs a hand through his wet hair, wishing he could just be a normal guy that can think only of a girl and not what sheâd look like with blood spray painted all over her body. The only reason heâs thinking of her like that is because of how close in contact they had been today, so he decides to simply stay clear of her. If he puts some distance between them, these perverted thoughts will stop, and he can go back to his life of solitude, focusing only on ridding the world of the truly filthy.
He steps out of the shower, grabs his phone, and texts her a small reply along with a simple âgoodnightâ. Getting back to planning his next kill, the images of his upcoming casualty washes his mindâs images of Y/N.
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Kyle gets to work early at 8 the next morning, intent on staying shut up in his office and avoiding Y/N as much as physically possible. But that doesnât mean he can stay away from her mentally, with every inch of his mind being infected with the thought of her. Howâs he this enamored by a girl he met yesterday? He tries to keep busy with work, succeeding until 9:15, when his sleepy eyes tell him itâs time to get some coffee. Stepping out of his office, heâs determined to get his drink while keeping his eyes firmly planted on the ground so as to not have to make even the slightest eye contact with her. Unfortunately, he didnât account for his ears, and his head snaps towards her direction when she calls out his name.
âKyle! Thank god, I wasnât sure if youâd be in yet. Do you mind taking a look at this? Sam & I have no idea how serious the damage is, and how much it ruins my chances of working today.â
Kyle walks towards them to see Y/N is sitting down next to a tilted desk, while Sam is standing above her inspecting the splintered leg that made it that way.
âYeah dude, I have no idea what made it snap like this, maybe just being out of use for so long or something,â Sam says, sighing. âThe company we normally get all our office stuff from says they can deliver a new one, but itâs only gonna come tomorrow. That means the main issue is where the hell Y/Nâs gonna work until then.â
âYeah,â she interjects. âThereâs no empty desks out here, and I said I could work on the receptionist one with Sam but he called it âunprofessionalâ.â
Sam bickers with her about how unbecoming it is for the first thing visitors of the firm to see is all her papers scattered across his desk, while she asks him if he would rather her just work on the floor instead. But Kyle knew that they were skirting around the obvious answer, so he offers it for them.
âSheâll come work with me until the desk arrives. Iâm her senior after all, Iâll be the one looking after her,â he tells Sam, before turning to Y/N, whoâs looking up at him with those pure eyes of hers. âPack up your stuff and follow me.â
He leaves before she can thank him and curses under his breath. So much for avoiding her.
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Getting her set up takes no time, and soon enough every time he looks up from his papers or computer, there she is. For the most part, sheâs pretty quiet, getting along with her stuff from yesterday. But around two hours in, her gaze breaks from her work and drifts up to Kyleâs, and despite avoiding eye contact, he feels his face start to heat up. He hates being the center of someoneâs attention, and is thankful when her eyes wander more upwards. They settle on the bookshelf above Kyleâs desk, where he keeps a couple books to read whenever things are slow at the office. She gets up from her seat and walks over, so close that Kyle can smell the shampoo she used on her hair that morning. He awkwardly tries to turn away, especially since sheâs now having trouble reaching her desired book and heâs inches away from her chest. He canât bear it anymore and abruptly stands up and grabs the book, only to come dangerously close to brushing his lips against hers. He can feel the heat radiating from her body, and sheâs looking at him with those damn eyes again. She tilts her head up and for a second he canât remember his own name, but she grabs the book from his hand and he comes back down to earth.
âSorry, I hope you donât mind. I was just admiring your office when I saw you have Pride & Prejudice by Jane Austen on your shelf. This used to be my favorite book in high school and to be honest, I didnât think any guy would actually own it,â she says, a small smile on her lips as she looks him up and down, eyes full with curiosity,
âOh yeah,â Kyle replies, turning away to hide his blush. âI found it at a garage sale when I was 16, which is probably why itâs a little worn. Sorry about that.â
âItâs okay,â she replies, sitting back down in her seat. âI love worn books. I never got the whole thing of keeping them preserved in plastic cases. Books are meant to be read, over and over again until the words are ingrained in your mind. If they get a little damaged along the way, so be it. I like to think it gives them character.â
âDo you feel that way about everything?â Kyle asks. He knows he shouldnât be engaging in a conversation with her, but every new fact he learns about her only makes him hungry for more.
âI guess,â she says while flipping through the book. âI know it sounds a little clichĂ©, but I want a full life. Full of adventure, excitement, loveâŠâ
He notices her voice falls off after that last word, and thinks back to what she told him last night.
âIâm sure youâll find it. I know dating in your early 20s seems like a lost cause, but it gets easier to get a partner. Everyone deserves to love and be loved. Especially a girl like you,â he says without thinking. His eyes widen slightly while debating whether to try backpedal and take it back, but her head tilts as she looks at him with a confused expression.
âOh, I didnât know you had a partner.â Her eyebrows knit together, and he swears he sees her lips tug downwards.
âOH NO. I mean, no, I donât have a partner. Or anyone. Not that Iâm lonely,â he replies, feeling the blush creep back up onto his cheeks. âIâm not lonely. Iâve had, like, companionship. A lot. Not like a lot actually. A little bit. When I was younger and more attractive.â Fuck, why canât he stop talking? Heâs normally so collected, what is she doing to him? âI just mean I havenât had anything serious,â He sighs, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck, trying to calm the burning sensation he feels.
âI think youâre still attractive,â she says nonchalantly, and gets back to skimming Jane Austen. He has no reply to that, and buries his face back into his computer in hopes she wonât compare it to a tomato. They stay silent for the next hour, until she snaps the book shut, making Kyle flinch out of pure unpreparedness.
âLetâs get some lunch.â She says, more like a command. Kyle normally takes his lunch break whenever heâs finished with that morningâs work, which is around 1-2. But with Y/N in the room with him, he ends up working faster than ever, so he grabs his coat and joins her.
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They step out into the soft summer air, which breezes past them as they walk down the street.
âIâm in the mood for burgers. Do you know any good places near here?â Y/N asks.
âYeah, we could go to Peteâs. Heâs the only guy around who can make a good burger thatâs still kosher. But itâs a cart so thereâs nowhere to sit. If you wanna sit down and eat, I would say Siennaâs. Itâs a small diner tucked away on 68th street with a really nice atmosphere, plus they serve stuff other than burgers if you change your mind.â
âSiennaâs sounds good, but you spoil me with choice. How long have you lived here?â
âI moved here after three years of college, so I was around 21? I think I'm the same age as you are now actually.â
"Close, but I'm 23. Took a gap year before going to law school. I only moved a couple months ago into an apartment building near (your lucky number) street, mainly because it's my lucky number. But I guess I still have a lot to learn about the city, maybe you can show me around your favorite spots sometime?â
His heart beats a little faster. Is she asking him out on a date? A soft smile appears on his lips, before turning his eyes to the floor and muttering a âsureâ. Heâs still awkwardly gazing at his shoes when her phone rings. She initially cancels the call, something that pleases him more than he should let it, but when it rings a couple more times she excuses herself and answers. He canât hear whoâs on the other line, but her tone turns from happy to anxious the more they talk.
âHello? Hey, why are you calling me? Youâre where?? What the hell are you doing there? I told you Iâd- Fuck. Okay, you canât be there alone, Iâm on my way,â she says, before cutting the call and turning to Kyle with an apologetic smile.
âIâm so sorry, that was my date from last night. I have no idea how or why but heâs at my apartment right now. I have to go.â
âYou have no idea why heâs at your apartment? Are you sure itâs safe to go back there alone? I mean, you only met the guy last night. I can come with-â Kyle begins, but Y/N cuts him off.
âOh, heâs harmless, donât worry. But thanks. Raincheck on lunch? Iâll pay for it next time, my treat for leaving you high and dry like this.â Her voice is frantic, and Kyle tells her go before she spontaneously combusts.
âThank you so so much. I promise Iâll take you out soon!â She says, practically running away from him back to her home.
He sighs, before realizing his appetite is gone and decides to make the journey back to the office.
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Kyle's worried about her. He's been sitting at his desk for the past 10 minutes, and he just can't find the willpower to open his computer. He keeps looking up to where she used to sit, always hoping she might have the powers of teleportation and will be there, reading his book. He gets up and faces the chair she was sitting on the other way, so he can finally get back to his job, but his thoughts of work seem to keep floating to back to Y/N. He wonders why she was so panicked, whether she was able to get safely back home, how she's doing etc. He debates texting her to ask, but she's probably busy dealing with something else right now. Plus, he shouldn't be checking up on the girl he's meant to be avoiding. He takes long strides across the lengths of his office while his mind goes into overdrive trying to figure out what to do now. Ignoring her until these feelings of his go away is the best option, but the memory of the way he felt near her today... Just being in her presence sent his heart racing. It was a rush that he thought he could only get from killing, and there's no way he could give that up. He stops walking and looks around him. Why does this room feel so empty all of a sudden?
Please don't let it be because she's not here, he thinks, but the gnawing feeling he's right prompts him to leave the building altogether.
He steps out and wonders if some food would help him feel better. Or an entire packet of cigarettes. He hasn't smoked since middle school, but he'd be willing to try anything to stop the ache he feels. He starts drudging down the block towards the nearest convenience store, when something lying in the bushes catches his eye. A neon pink bike he would recognize anywhere with a couple scratches and a flat tire looks back at him. He picks it up and inspects it, making sure it really is hers. A broken padlock confirms his suspicions, that someone must have stolen it before one of the wheels deflated, then dumped it in the shrubs beside them thinking no one would notice. Kyle can even see the small etching Y/N made of her initials alongside a love heart in the handlebar of the bike, and smiles to himself. Sheâll be so happy to have this back. But how the hell am I gonna get it to her?
The back wheel tire is flat, so riding it back to the office is out of the question. And even if he could get it back, he doesnât have any security equipment to keep it safe, which means itâs probably just gonna get stolen again. Another possibility would be to go to her apartment and just give it back. He knows which building she lives in, and sure itâs a little far, but if he takes an extra long lunch break, heâll have enough time to walk there and back.
Going to her home is really the only option, he reasons in his mind, ignoring how feverish he feels about seeing where she lives. And if her dateâs there, so what? Heâll just meet the guy, see that heâs a creep and convince Y/N heâs not good enough for her, then go back to work. Very efficient of him, solving two of his problems at once. So he strolls on over to her apartment, the bike being dragged alongside him, while he practically whistles with delight.
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Arriving at her building fills him with the same sensation he felt when he gave her a ride home. Like they were becoming closer, spiritually. The place she lives isnât that great however, with such lackluster security Kyle is able to just walk right in. He runs into the landlord and asks what number apartment Y/N is staying in. He kind of hopes that the woman wonât tell him, but he must look trustable as she relays the info to him without question. He gets into the elevator and pushes the button to her floor, while making a mental note that he should remind Y/N to complain about that. Iâm just returning something that belonged to her, imagine if I was someone who actually wanted to do her harm. Like her asshole date. He realizes heâll be meeting that guy in a couple seconds, so he runs his hand through his thick red hair, praying that it doesnât look too unruly from walking all the way here in the summer wind. The elevator doors open and he walks towards her number, but stops when heâs only a couple feet away. Is thatâŠ?
He walks closer to get a better look, and comes face to face with his childhood best friend. Stanâs hair had been dyed back to black from the blonde Kyle remembers from last seeing him in high school, and he wasnât wearing his signature blue and red jacket + matching beanie, opting for a more professional look. He seemed much more clean-cut, and Kyle could barely recognize him. He still remembered Kyle though, eyes widening upon seeing him and his mouth forming a giant smile.
âKyle Broflovski, no fucking way. Dude, itâs been years. Nice to see youâve picked up cycling again, even if your bike is a little gay. How are you?â
Kyleâs eyes dart from Stanâs face to the door number behind him. What the hell is he doing here? Out of all the places in the world, what the hell is he doing here? And despite the fact that he has a million questions for the man who used to be his best friend, only one comes to mind.
âAre you here to see Y/N?â His voice remains calm as he asks this, careful not to show any emotion until he hears what Stan has to say.
âY/N? Oh yeah, sheâs inside. I think we're about to leave though, so she told me to wait out here while she gets ready.â
Stanâs her date. Stanâs her date from last night. Stan Marsh, the guy who he once threatened to kill Jesus for, is dating Y/N. His Y/N. His stomach drops to the floor while his heart sinks even further. But sheâs not his Y/N. Sheâs seeing someone else, and looking at Stan right now, all he can see is red. He needs to get out of here before he does something drastic like let his Jersey side come out, or worse, his serial killing side, so he lets go of the bike and practically runs back to the elevator. Stan calls after him, but Kyleâs ears are ringing and he feels sick. He rushes out of the building and vomits into a nearby trash can. He tries to inhale air in order to keep calm, but heâs forgotten how to breathe. He stills remembers how to walk though, and his legs take him all the way back to his own apartment and sit him down on his couch while his mind tries to catch up. The only images running through his mind are of Y/N and Stan, and all of them make him want to hurl his guts out onto the rug beneath his feet.
He canât fucking believe Stan. Or Y/N. How the fuck are they compatible in the slightest way? The Stan he knew in middle school, sure. That Stan was kind, compassionate, always trying to be the peacemaker when things got out of hand. But the Stan he knew when he left South Park was an alcoholic tool who maxed out his daddyâs credit card at the liquor store every Friday night to try and fill the emptiness that came from being a dick who used other people to get what he wants. Sure, he might look more put together 6 years later, but guys like that donât just change. What does Y/N see in him?
Thatâs when Kyle realizes he didnât know what Y/N saw in Stan. Because he didnât know Y/N. Y/N was a girl he met two days ago when she became his junior lawyer, and no matter how gorgeous or smart or adorable she was, she would always remain just that. His junior lawyer. Even if Stan wasnât in the picture, he wonât have a chance with her anyways, so why waste his time? Besides, there are more valuable things he could be doing. Or more unvaluable people he could be eliminating.
He walks over to his computer and looks at the recent casualty heâs been researching. It says that heâll be attending a fancy dinner party with all his corrupt friends, so they can laugh about how easy it is to fuck over the helpless. Kyle sets to work on getting an invitation, because in his mind, all the thoughts of Y/N are being replaced with the ones of him killing that man and whoever stands in his way.
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Chapter 1 : Split Blood and Coffee
Killing wasn't something that came naturally to Kyle. It took a lot of work, both mentally and physically, to block out the moral compass he'd had since middle school in order to get the job done. He always made sure the death was quick and painless, no matter how much the casualty deserved it. He didn't like to call them victims as in his mind, that word was reserved for helpless people who had no idea about what was coming. The people that Kyle killed did, and that's why they earned the punishment he gave them.
He had never planned to become a killer. He was smart, the smartest out of his redneck town of South Park. He was gonna make it out of there with a full scholarship into the most prestigious school in the country, and become a human rights lawyer to make the world a better place. But a few years of doing that destroyed any hope he had left for humanity. Day in, day out, he would fight for the little guy, and every time the politicians and businessmen with more money and power would crush him. He would come home defeated and distraught at his inability to do anything to help. So, he took matters into his own hands.
It started a year ago. He had just lost a case to a particularly sleazy fellow lawyer who had raped his secretary, but due to her not having the proper paperwork and him greasing the hands of the judge, he wasn't charged. The man had no remorse, and that night at a nearby bar Kyle overheard him brag about how that girl wasn't the first and he planned to hire 'another piece of ass that I can tap then send back over the border when she gets boring'. Kyle couldn't take it, so that night he followed the man home and waited until he fell asleep. Kyle had never planned to kill him, maybe rough him up enough to get him to leave the country. But seeing how soundly he slept after ruining that poor woman's life snapped something inside of him. He took the sharpest knife he could find and made several quick plunges into the man's heart. Apart from the blood pooling around him and the several stab wounds in his body, the man looked exactly as he did when he was sleeping. Kyle took the knife and ran back home, his adrenaline catching up before his mind did. He only realized what he had done when he was back home safe in his apartment, his hand gripping the knife so hard he was sure it's handle print would be carved into his skin. He spent the next month agonizing over what he'd done, or more importantly, how good he felt doing it. Eliminating scum like him from the world was exactly why he'd become a human-rights lawyer in the first place, and now he had found a way to do it permanently.
Since then, there have been a handful of others. People the world would be better without. He made sure to pick casualties that he would felt no remorse over, and then took them out. It was painful work, and not just the physical aspect of murder. The constant justifying as to why he had to do what he did, it exhausted him to no end. He grappled with it everyday, along with the restless anxiousness of being caught. Since that first kill, he made sure that nothing could be traced back to him, from shoving on boots double his size to wearing wigs in order to hid his unruly (noticeable) red hair. Still, sometimes he wondered if it would really be the worst thing to be sent to prison for his crimes.
His parents would be distraught, but since moving out of his hometown he didn't see them that much anyways. The only family member he kept in touch with was his little brother Ike, who even then only came to visit him when he needed a break from school. Kyle appreciated these visits, and decided that he would give Ike his apartment if the cops ever came knocking. He was the only other person who even came to it nowadays. He didn't have any friends in the city. He thought he would be lifelong friends with his South Park buddies like Stan Marsh and Kenny McCormick, and he wished he could blame his declining mental state from the killings on it, but the honest truth was that they just lost touch. At the end of senior year Stan had stayed in South Park, while Kenny had fucked off to who knows where the minute he turned 18 to get away from his abusive parents. He hadn't heard from either in years, and while sometimes his fingers lingered on their phone numbers when he was feeling extra miserable with the world, he never saw the point. They would exchange pleasantries, reminisce about their childhood nostalgia for a couple minutes, and upon realizing that they no longer had anything in common, hang up. It wasn't worth the effort. Nothing was worth it anymore, apart from the killings.
He still worked at a law firm however, which had recently hired a new junior lawyer who he was supposed to 'mentor'. He heard she had graduated top of her class and made the Dean's List. Anyone with her achievements was surely sought after by much more high-paying firms, so despite not knowing her, he found it admirable that she had decided to go into human rights. He wanted to be excited to meet her that fateful morning, but he barely registered joy as an emotion anymore. The only time he ever felt anything was the rush of adrenaline he got from removing the dirt that roamed the earth. Plus, he had spent the night stalking researching a potential casualty, and finding out all the shitty things the person he was destined to kill had done always depressed him. So he stopped by a coffee cart before going into work. He had just been handed his usual when it was splashed all over his shirt. A young woman on a neon pink bike had just crashed into him, toppling them both to the ground. Neither were hurt, but she acted like she had accidentally maimed him.
"I am so so so sorry, are you alright? Oh god, please don't be mad at me or anything. I swear it was just an accident, sometimes I get lost in my thoughts when riding, and then shit like this happens. I'm so sorry once again. Here, I'll pay for a replacement coffee, and I'll pay for you to get a bagel because your shirt looks really expensive and I really don't want you to ask me to pay for that".
She was talking and moving at 100 miles an hour, so much so that by the time he'd gotten up, she'd paid the owner of the cart and was back on her bike again. Her helmet was about 2x the size of her head, Kyle was surprised she could see clearly under there. Or considering she'd just crashed into him, maybe not. His eyebrows were burrowed together in confusion, and she was still talking about how sorry she was, so he leaned in closer and tipped her helmet back so he could see her face properly. He had done that so he could reassure her not to worry about the coffee, but he was so taken back by her face his mouth just gaped open. She was beautiful, glowing under the soft light of the morning sun. Her lips were slightly parted, like she wanted to say something to him but the words weren't coming out. He was as much gazing into her eyes and she was his, but after a moment hers widened. The look of tenderness she once had was replaced with anxiousness, but Kyle was too dazed by her appearance to offer any kind of comfort.
"I, uhmm, have to go. I'm sorta already late for my first day at my new job, and as cute as you are, we can't spend all day staring at each other".
She fastened the helmet back onto her head, and cycled away from him. He watched her do so, only interrupted from his trance by the owner handing him the coffee and bagel. He grabbed it and headed back on his path to work. The spilt coffee had now dried and made a nasty stain on his shirt, but he had spares in his office. Plus, he didn't care. Only two thoughts were racing through his mind.
I just met the most heavenly woman I've ever seen. And she thinks I'm cute.
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Chapter 13: A spark
A poof of red curly hair above the crowd is the only sight that snaps you out of your disassociation. The party was coming along nicely, a lot better than anyone wouldâve thought considering the amount of people invited versus the amount here. Yet, none of them faces you recognize. But Wendyâs ecstatic about the turn out, considering how sheâs been glued to the grill all day, not letting anyone leave the party without trying her new burger recipe.
âItâs halal and kosher!â She keeps declaring, making you help her hand out plates to any passersby who didnât already have one. You donât mind, of course. She was one of three people you even know here, with Stan on the phone in the corner while Butters is waiting in line for the bathroom.
But the entrance of Kyle was enough to pull you out of your soulless stupor, and you canât help smiling as his eyes search for yours over the hordes of people. He makes his way over, but your grin slightly falters as you see who he has behind him.
Maria. He actually brought her, you think. She hadnât been mentioned by Kyle since he went out with her for dinner the day you met Ike, but you had heard snippets about their relationship from the rest of the group. You did vaguely remember Stan saying she was invited to come here, and while Stan may say something then do something completely different, it was nice to know Kyle was a little more mature. Even if this was the one time you wish he hadnât been.
He brings her over and you canât help skim over her outfit. Very⊠festive. You couldnât deny she was an extremely attractive woman, but she looked nothing like you. And if Kyle showing up with a girl your polar opposite wasnât enough of a signal that he didnât like you, it was hard to see what was.
âHey, Wendy, Y/N. This is Maria, my-â
âFriend. Iâm his friend,â she says, cutting him off. He gives her a sideward glance, and sighs before pressing his mouth into a thin line.
âI gotta say Wendy, this is a really cool party! I could never host so many people, but youâre making it look easy,â Maria says, giving Wendy an affectionate smile. Wendy slightly blushes at the compliment, but tries to remain a steady face as she gives a modest thank you.
They converse about such and such little more, and as much as you try to help it, your eyes wander towards Kyle. He shifts uncomfortably where heâs standing, all enthusiasm from entering the party forgotten. You wanna ask if heâs okay, but he tugs on Mariaâs arm under the guise of introducing her to more people, and drags her away before you can even open your mouth.
Wendy flips a couple patties then turns her attention towards you.
âYou alright?â She asks in a soothing tone.
âOf course I am, why wouldnât I be?â
âOkayy,â she says, averting her gaze back to the grill. âItâs just that, I know you have feelings for Kyle, and he just kinda showed up with another girl. So I thought-â
âMaria said they were just friends, so Iâm not too worried,â you reply, and Wendy gives you some serious side eye but smiles and nods. You excuse yourself to get a drink and try to collect your thoughts.
There was no fucking way that Maria and Kyle were just friends. How they walked into the party holding hands, how comfortable Kyle was touching her, the way she barely resisted when he grabbed her arm and pulled her away. Fuck. But she said they were just friends, and you would rather believe that lie than face the truth, that the chances of you and Kyle getting together were getting slimmer and slimmer.
You grab a beer and let the liquid flow down your throat, trying to numb the ache in your heart. It works, while making the dance floor look more and more attractive. You gulp the rest of the bottle and set it on the table before making your way to the heart of the party as it blazes around you.
You have never been one for dancing, but the nervousness loosens as the bass pumps through your bones, making you dull to your surroundings. Yet you still feel the piercing green stare of a certain red-head watching you through the crowds, his eyes not leaving your body for a second as he intently watches you glide across the dance floor. Mariaâs sitting beside him, looking bored and ready for a distraction, yet none comes as her âfriendâ canât tear his gaze away from you.
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The party carries on, with you trying your best to avoid Kyle. The way he was watching you out there an hour ago ignites all your five senses, and youâd much rather ignore him than figure out what it meant. However, the universe decides it wants a little entertainment, and when you go to sit down and take a break from dancing, you find yourself sitting next to an inattentive Maria.
Shit.
âMaria, hi!â You open the conversation with, as not saying anything feels rude considering sheâs done nothing wrong other than date your potential future husband.
âOh, Y/N! Hey, Iâve heard so much about you from Kyle, sorry we didnât get much of a chance to talk when he introduced us,â she exclaims, and you try not to let the fact that he talks about you to his girlfriend get your hopes up.
âOh yeah, he mentions you all the time as well,â you lie, and a look of sadness sweeps across her face.
âHe does? OhâŠ. You know, he told me you two work together at the law firm. I always thought lawyers were hot, with their big briefcases and fancy suits.â
You canât help but laugh out loud at her suggestion. âYouâre thinking of corporate lawyers, weâre not that. Nah, unless you find permanent raccoon eyes and working late hours hot, I donât know what youâd see in Kyle.â
âYouâre right, Iâm just using him for his body,â she replies with a wink, and you choke on some air at her sudden bluntness.
âYeah, I mean, I guess his body is fine,â you stammer out. âBut I donât know, I really like how passionate he gets about the things he cares about, how heâs kind to everyone he meets, the respect he shows-â
You cut yourself off when you realize how weird this sounds, rattling off all the things you loved about Kyle to the girl he was sleeping with. She tilts her head slightly in confusion, then gives you a soft smile.
âFunny, those sound like the same things he said he liked about you.â
You stand up suddenly and excuse yourself, trying to avoid her gaze so she wonât see the heat steadily creeping up on your face. Making your way back onto the dance floor, you find Wendy, who Stanâs managed to pry away from the grill, and dance with her, wishing the thoughts of Kyle away.
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The setting sun signals the end of the party, and most people drift back home. Your bladder makes the decision to retire from the floor and go upstairs to relieve yourself. You take the lock off the bathroom, something you put there to stop the entire city from flooding your toilet. Finishing up, youâre about to go back down when a ray of light hits your face from an open window. The gentle breeze flowing in causes you to rest your arm on the windowsill and simply stare out into the horizon, itâs glowing aura drawing you in. You feel almost sleepy, but rising voices from below startle you awake.
âMaria, please.â
The unmistakable sound of Kyle makes you stop breathing, and you can tell from his pleading tone that this is probably a conversation theyâd like to have in private. Yet, your feet wonât drag you away, your body too curious to hear what theyâre gonna say to each other. So you duck down, knees bent to be up to your chin, and listen in.
âIf you have something you want to say, be direct,â Maria says, the harshness of her voice indicating that sheâs disgruntled.
âItâs just⊠Itâs annoying that you introduced yourself as my friend to everyone today. I thought inviting you here was my way of saying that I wanted to be more than that. More than âjust friendsâ.â.
âKyle, you knew that this was always meant to be a casual thing. We both planned for it to be, anyways.â
âWell, plans change. My feelings have changed, at least, I donât want to be just a casual thing anymore.â
She scoffs, and her next words come out in such a humorous voice she sounds like sheâs saying a joke.
âHave your feelings for that Y/N girl changed?â
You slightly gasp at the sudden mention of your name, then clamp your hand over your mouth to avoid making any further sound. Kyleâs silence to Mariaâs question causes her to continue.
âGod, I was around you guys not even a full day, yet even I can see thereâs something between the two of you, whether you wanna admit it or not. And no matter how hard you try to force a relationship between us, in reality all youâll ever really want is âsomething casualâ until you can have something more serious with her.â
All three of you are silent for a moment, then Kyle mutters something you can barely make out.
âItâs not like that.â
Maria sighs, and you can hear the disappointment in her voice.
âIâm gonna go. Thank you for everything Kyle, truly. But delete my number from your phone, and fucking ask that poor girl out already.â
You make out her softly walking away and Kyle crumbling to the floor, the image of what his anguished face must look like embedded into your mind, despite how you canât even see him from where youâre sitting. It causes your body to jump into action as you rush out of the bathroom and fly down the stairs, desperately searching for Wendy. You find her dancing with Stan, her arms lovingly wrapped around his neck as his own cradles her waist. You pause, wondering if itâs the best idea to interrupt this tender moment with your own worries, but Stanâs hands start to travel down to Wendyâs ass and you decide to separate the two before the dance floor turns into an orgy.
Disregarding Stanâs cries of annoyance, you grab Wendyâs hand and drag her inside.
âWhat the fuck is going on?â She asks, obviously sensing your panicked manner.
You let it all pour out of you, all of what you heard during your sneaky eavesdropping on Kyle and Maria. You feel ashamed that you were privy to one of your best friends' most private moments, but when you finish the retelling, Wendy has an excited look on her face.
âY/N. This is it. This is your opportunity.â
The confused look on your face urges her to grab you by the hands and pull you back outside, a couple feet away from where Kyle is sitting with his head tucked between his knees and his hands on the back of his neck. The air around him reeks of dejection, but Wendy doesnât seem to care.
âGirl, this is your chance,â she whispers in your ear. âTell him how you feel right now.â
You start to voice your lack of approval with what she wants you to do, but she doesnât wanna hear it, instead pushing you towards him and subsequently running away.
You mentally wish a thousand curses on her family, then take a seat beside Kyle. His head hangs low between his slightly parted legs, so you unconsciously pat him on the back, trying to reassure him everythingâs gonna be fine. He softly turns his head to the side, his eyes gradually opening until they go wide upon realizing who you are. He abruptly stands up and takes several steps back from you.
âY/N? What are you doing here?â
You also decide to stand, and clear your throat to tell him what you know. But his expression resembles one of a deer caught in headlights, and fearing that the truth might send him running, you lie.
âOh, I was just, uhhh⊠Well I noticed that you and Maria had been gone for a while, and Iâd wondered where the two of you had gotten to. Or if youâd decided to leave without saying goodbye.â
He sighs, then rakes a hand through his curls.
âShe left. Sorry.â
âOh,â you say, feigning disappointment. âWell, I really liked having her.â
âThatâs too bad, considering she probably wonât be around anymore.â
âSorry,â you mutter, shifting uncomfortably on your spot.
He scoffs.
âWhy? You barely knew her.â
âKyle,â you say, giving him an indicative look. âIâm not an idiot, I know you two werenât âjust friendsâ.â.
He sighs again, before turning his eyes towards the ground.
âWell, apparently thatâs all we were to her.â
You take a step towards him, and put on an encouraging smile.
âDonât worry. Youâll find someone right for you one day.â
He looks at you through his knitted eyebrows, then takes a step towards you, closing the gap so youâre both only a foot away from one another.
âSo what do I do if I already found that⊠someone right?â
You feel a shiver crawl up your spine from the intensity of his gaze, and gulp.
âKyle,â you say delicately. âI know youâre hurting right now, but I donât wanna just be some rebound girl that you use to get over the one you actually want.â
He exhales, then stares at you directly, as if he needs what heâs about to say to be engraved in your mind for all eternity.
âDonât you get it? Youâre the one I want.â
You try to turn your head and look anywhere but his pleading eyes.
âYou donât know what youâre saying,â you murmur, but he ignores your words and takes your face in his hand, then leans in closer so that his mouth is inches away from your ear.
âY/N,â he says, whispering your name like a prayer. He looks at you head on as his gaze searches your face for any resemblance of affection, which you canât help but give him. His pupils flicker from your eyes to your lips, and every cell in your body feels electric as you close your eyes when he leans in.
BANG! BANG BANG BANG!
Were those⊠fireworks? You didnât think you and Kyle kissing would have this crazy of an impact, but upon realizing that your lips havenât actually made contact yet, you open your eyes and look up as the sky blooms a specter of color.
Oh shit, actual fireworks .
They decorate the night sky with a symphony of flames, long enough to distract Kyle and for your mind to wrap itself around the moment. You decide to do what Wendy asks and take the opportunity, lightly kissing him on the cheek before his eyes turn back to you.
âI hope you find that someone right Kyle. I really do.â
He opens his mouth but you walk away before he can utter a single word, reveling in the adrenaline pumping through your blood.
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Butters, Wendy, and Stan are sitting on a picnic blanket on the grass, while some blond guy wearing an orange shirt is lighting up the sky with some shitty fireworks. You stand still, uncertain as to who he is, but Kyle comes up behind you and clears up any confusion.
âKENNY?â
The name sounds familiar, and when he turns around, you immediately recognize his blue eyes and messy blond hair. This was Kenny McCormick, one of Kyleâs best friends from South Park. You had to admit however, he looked slightly different without an orange parka covering half his face.
Kyle runs to hug his estranged friend, while Stan jumps up from the blanket.
âSURPRISE!â He yells. âDidnât I tell you Iâd have a killer special guest Kyle? Well, Kenny told me heâs in town, and I thought, fuck, how cool would it be if you guys met again at MY fourth of July party? So, surprise!â
âYou mean our fourth of July party,â Wendy reminds him, standing up and ushering you over to meet the esteemed guest.
âY/N, this is Kenny. Kenny, Y/N.â
You shake his hand, getting a good look at his pierced face.
âHoly shit, Iâve always wanted a lip ring just like that!â You exclaim, and his face lights up.
âNo way! Get some ice and a needle, Iâll give you one right now.â
You laugh. âMaybe another time. Right now though, I kinda need to borrow Wendy and Butters if you donât mind?â
You notice his face drop slightly when you mention wanting to take Butters with you girls, but he agrees, saying itâll be a good opportunity to catch up with the boys. So you drag the two inside, then give one last glance to Kyle, who meets your eyes with a fond smile. You return it along with a wink, and the blush on his face is enough to make your heart beat a little faster.
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Chapter 11: A New Face
You had always thought that a spontaneous life was a good life, but routine seemed to suit you nicely. Wendy and Stan had made up after their fight, so everyday you wake up to her moans, and while youâre as sex-positive as they come, you really wish you had spent some more money soundproofing your walls. Sure, it was awkward, but the idea of another argument happening between them because of something you say causes you to keep your mouth shut.
Plus, if youâre being completely honest, you didnât mind the extra âromanceâ, especially coupled with how things were going with Kyle. The story about your late best friend Aminda was one you had repressed for a long time, despite the fact it was the reason you had even gone into human rights law in the first place. But sharing it with Kyle reminded you about what you were both fighting for, and made you closer than ever.
A week ago he said it was getting too hot for you to keep cycling to and from work, so he offered to start picking/dropping you off, which you happily accepted. Even though you knew nothing was ever going to happen due to the difference in your positions, it still excited you that he cares enough about your wellbeing that heâs willing to waste some extra money on gas.
Normally, Kyle arrives at your place at 8:45 am on the dot, as you learned that punctuality was an important value he cherished. And though you didnât want to admit it, you had started getting ready earlier, if not to impress him to some degree. Youâre standing outside your apartment building on a fine summer's morning, waiting patiently for your ride. But 8:45 comes and goes, yet he isnât there.
Odd, you think, but you give him the benefit of the doubt and decide itâs probably traffic or something thatâs making him late. You hum a song youâd heard Wendy playing late last night on her vinyl player, then begin to tap your foot impatiently along to the tune as 9 am creeps closer with no sign of Kyle. Itâs 9:05 when his car flies by so fast that you have to take a step back to avoid getting blown away by the gust it creates. He gets out and hurriedly rushes over to you, holding onto your shoulders as his eyes look over your body.
âFuck Y/N, are you okay?â He asks in a panicked voice, slightly panting. âIâm so sorry, I didnât mean to-â
âItâs fine Kyle,â you say, and afraid it came out harsher than you meant for it to, you give him a reassuring smile, which seems to relax him. He lets go of your shoulders and nods, before opening the car door for you. He closes it behind you once youâre in, then gets in on his side and lightly rests his head on the wheel.
âIâm so sorry Iâm late, I hope you werenât waiting too long.â
He turns his head and looks into your eyes with a truly apologetic stare, which makes it harder for you to lie through your teeth.
âOh no, I was late waking up, so you actually came just in time!â
He smiles, before starting up the car.
âI was late for the dumbest reason too. My little brotherâs coming to visit in a couple days, and itâs my momâs birthday today, so I went to a flower shop to get something nice that he could give to her. But I lost track of time trying to pick out the right bouquet.â
Finding out that Kyle cares so much for his mom makes your heart swoon, and all the previous anger you felt being stuck on the sidewalk evaporates.
âWhatâd you end up picking?â You ask, mainly wanting to know what his taste in flowers was, and if it matched your own.
âOh, thatâs the worst part. I didnât even end up buying it. I couldnât find the particular kind my mom likes, even though Maria tried her best to provide some alternatives. Luckily, she said that the store could get some in stock for tomorrow, if I can stick around long enough to pay for them.â
He smiles fondly, and you can feel your heart twitch. You understand that in a relationship, there needs to be a strong level of trust between you and your partner to ensure that the other wonât be unfaithful. But Kyle didnât need to be faithful to you in the first place, since you werenât in a relationship. Of course you understand this. Of course, of course, of course. So why did him mentioning her name hurt so much?
Maybe there was something primitive being awakened inside of you. Once Kyle was yours, you could rest easy that no one would come between you two. But until that day, every other girl was the enemy. Yet, who knows when âthat dayâ will happen, if ever? Itâs not like Kyleâs aware of your feelings, and you canât confess to them anytime soon, so heâs free to talk to and date and marry whoever he wants, something youâll just have to suck up.
Putting on a complacent face, you smile at him, then revert to looking through the window so he canât see the ice forming on your heart.
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Itâs also become routine for you and Butters to have lunch together, since Kyleâs too busy to âhave lunch with us blue-collar working folkâ, as Butters so eloquently puts it. You donât know if youâd say it was exactly like that, but you didnât care since itâd been nice having someone else to interact with in the office other than him. You had been so wrapped up in him the first couple weeks that you neglected to make friends with anyone else other than Sam, and when he left you were almost made a complete outcast whenever Kyle wasnât around, until Butters came along to save the day. Or ruin the day, as his childhood alter ego Profession Chaos, that he told you about during one of your lunchtime chats.
You could tell Butters felt homesick about South Park, which made sense considering it was the only place heâd ever known before moving here. So you let him ramble on with his stories, normally just nodding along and taking in all the details as he describes the time they almost reignited the Civil War by letting the confederacy win. But today you put in a request.
âHey, did Kyle ever have any girlfriends back home?â
You have to admit, itâs slightly inspired by the girl he mentioned this morning. But if Butters is surprised by the sudden question, he doesnât show it. The only thing you can tell from his face is that heâs deep in thought, until he replies.
âI guess there were a couple chicks. Rebecca Cotswold, but she ended up being a big olâ whore, so Kyle cut her off after they kissed. Maybe Bebe? But she only wanted him for his ass. Hmm, I think he had a crush on Nicole for a little, but she got with Tolkien instead... Huh, that's weird. I donât think Kyleâs ever had a real girlfriend.â
He gives you a puzzling look.
âYou donât think heâs gay, do ya?â
You think back to the incident in the kitchen a couple weeks ago.
âDefinitely not gay,â you pronounce, turning your head slightly to the side so Butters wonât see your face heating up.
âWell, I guess I was only really close with him in middle school, and then the only thing we did was go to school, play basketball, and occasionally tell everyone our parents molested us.â
âHey, sometimes weâd watch TV,â Kyle says, suddenly appearing behind you. Turning around, you wonder how long heâd been there. Hopefully not long enough to hear you say you knew he definitely wasnât gay. Fuck.
âOh right! Terrance and PhillipâŠâ Butters says, and both the boys fall silent as they seemingly reminisce on the show which shaped so much of their childhood. You watch them, then eventually clear your throat to get Butters to continue.
âHey, I hear thereâs a new movie coming out on the Canadian Network. You planninâ to watch, Kyle?â
âI would love to, but I donât have access to that channel.â
The name sounds familiar, and you ask if it also used to show that series, CrĂšme Fraiche . Both the boys nod, and you instantly realize where you know it from.
âOh my god, the Canadian Network! It was like the only channel Wendy and I could get working when we first moved in, so goddamn annoying. Neither of us wanna touch it with a ten-foot pole now, but if you guys want, you can come over and use it to watch the movie,â you offer with a smile, and the boys break out into matching grins.
They agree, and you text Wendy.
Y/N - hey girl, is it cool if we lend our tv to kyle and butters tonight?
Y/N - they wanna watch some movie which is apparently only streaming on that fucking canadian channel we couldât get rid of lol
Wendy đ€ - u mean terrance & phillip? actually, stan wanted to watch that with me tonight as well, please get them to come over so I donât have to suffer through 90 minutes of fart jokes alone đ
Y/N liked a message â€ïž
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Empty pizza boxes scatter around the living room, with half-drunken cups of soda standing on the wooden coasters Wendy made everyone use. The both of you are strewn out on the couch, while the boys are huddled in front of the TV like theyâre 10 years old again. Theyâre relatively quiet while the movie plays, only laughing every couple minutes when a fart joke happens. You and Wendy want to be embarrassed by their immaturity, but as soon as the Queef sisters make a special appearance, theyâre suddenly the oneâs looking over at you disgusted. Overall, the night was shaping up to be one of your favorites. Something about it felt so nostalgic, watching a childish movie with people you care about. You donât know how to describe it exactly, but you close your eyes, wanting to stay trapped in this memory forever.
Soon enough, the movie ends, and the boys sit back up on the couch. Butters sits alone on one edge, while Wendy and Stan are cuddled up on the other, leaving you and Kyle together in the middle. Too busy talking to notice another movie started playing, you and Wendy simultaneously groan upon seeing what genre it seemed to be. The Canadian Network was notorious for their shitty horror movies, ones that would always let you girls know it was time to turn off the TV and go to bed. You bring this point up, but the boys protest, saying thereâs no way it can be that bad if it plays on the same channel as the legendary Terrance & Phillip. Wendy rolls her eyes and tells them theyâre about to eat their words in 10 minutes.
The film starts with the clichĂ© scene of the guy and girl making out in a steamy car somewhere isolated, so isolated they donât see the masked freak coming to attack them. Stan and Kyle groan at how played out the trope is, while Butters is the only person who truly gets jump scared at the murderer killing them. In fact, he yells at every corny twist, which is the only thing keeping the rest of you entertained. Eventually though, he tires out, curls into a ball and falls asleep. Wendy and Stan follow suit not long after, nestled in each other's arms. So now itâs you and Kyle, practically left alone.
Youâre sitting fairly close, yet not touching the other, both your arms laid firmly at your sides and feet planted on the floor. This is, until a scare you didnât expect comes on and you jump up and into Kyleâs arms. Youâre holding onto him now, legs across his lap while your hands drape over his neck and chest. He no longer seems interested in the movie, and you can hear his breaths turning slow and deep, probably due to being in such close proximity to you. He wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you in closer. You keep your eyes glued to the screen, since you know a simple look in his direction will send you crumbling.
The movie plays, as neither of you dare to make any moves. You stay put, unconsciously cuddled in this comfortable silence, but when a moment of cheap gore comes on, you hide your head in Kyleâs chest as a way to avert your eyes.
He smells good, you think, his signature scent of faint coconut further lulling you into staying wrapped in his arms forever. You sneak a peek up to his face, but it surprises you. Kyle looks like heâs trying to hide that heâs in pain, with his jaw clenched, and eyes staring straight ahead. You move slightly and he murmurs a groan. Upon realizing that youâre watching him, he suddenly lets go of you, prompting you to stand straight up, with him doing the same. The sudden withdrawal of his body from yours sends goosebumps up your skin, but you willfully ignore them as you look at Kyle. He turns his head to the side, avoiding eye contact, as a faint blush appears on his face.
âUhm, sorry, I-â
âNo, Iâm sorry,â you say, mentally kicking yourself for accidentally letting things get carried away again, just like in the kitchen. Your eyes unknowingly flit there, and Kyleâs follows yours. It takes him a couple seconds to realize, and he lets out a small cough.
âI, uh, think Iâm gonna go. Thanks for having me,â he says, scrambling for the door.
âOh, uhm, donât worry about it,â you reply, and he turns around to give you a quick wave before shutting the door behind him, leaving you standing there in his absence.
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You message Kyle that you donât need to be picked up that morning, as you want to postpone the awkwardness thatâs sure to come after what happened last night. You donât know why you did what you did, getting so close to him like that. You were even closer than Wendy and Stan, and theyâre the ones who are dating, not you two. Everything about Kyle is gorgeous, in such a way you hope to never see him again, for thatâs the lesser evil compared to what he makes you feel whenever youâre together.
But, 9 am rolls around and he strolls in. Youâre seated firmly at your desk, pretending to look like youâre focused on work, when he comes up behind you and presses both his hands flat on either side of you, so that he's practically leaning over your body. Ignoring him will do more harm than good, so you swivel around in your chair, trying not to focus on how near in proximity you are to each other. His scent triggers your memory of last night, and you gulp as you stare up at him. He seems unaffected by anything you-re currently thinking of, and gives you an easygoing smile.
âHey Y/N. It was fun last night, right?â He asks, and your eyes slightly widen. What was he saying? Was he seriously talking about what happened? For a guy who looked like he hated every minute of it, he seems surprisingly calm bringing it up. You nod, wondering where heâs going with this, and he continues.
âI havenât seen Terrence and Phillip in forever, so watching it with friends was super nice. It felt so⊠relaxing.â
âOh!â you say, unable to hide your relief over the fact he wasnât talking about what you thought he was. But thinking back, you realize how loose he was last night when he was around his old South Park friends. More confident, self assured. And as hypnotizing as it was to be around him sometimes, you would never do anything to take those people away from him. âYeah, it was actually nice hanging out with everyone. We should do it again sometime.â
He flashes you a grin which you take as a yes, so you give him a matching one in return. He stops leaning on your desk and starts walking towards his office when youâre reminded of something.
âKyle, before I forget, you left your jacket at my place last night.â
His eyebrows slightly burrow together, before he replies.
âOh, uhm, okay. Do you mind dropping it off at my place after work?â
âWhy donât you come over and get it yourself?â You ask in what was supposed to be a playful tone, but came out unnecessarily dirty.
âI mean, wait. I didn't mean it like that, itâs just-â you say trying to backtrack from how it sounds like you just propositioned him, but he frowns.
âItâs fine,â he says, interrupting your rambling excuses. âI canât unfortunately, Iâm meeting Maria after work so I can pick up the flowers today. My brotherâs staying over this weekend, and I wanna get them before the shop closes so he can pass them on to my mom when he returns home. Sorry.â
He takes a piece of paper from your desk and a pen from his pocket to scribble down an address, before handing it to you. You give him a tight smile in return, trying to conceal the emotions you feel after hearing him mention another girlâs name. But itâs not your place to be jealous, so you stuff your feelings deep inside, and take the paper.
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You pop into his office just before youâre about to leave at 6 pm. Itâs later than you thought it would be, and you expect him to already be gone, but heâs working diligently at his desk, not taking his eyes off the screen until you enter.
âHey Kyle, whatâre you still doing here? Itâs already 6, shouldnât you be home by now, or at least getting the flowers?â
He glances at the clock, then at you, then at the clock again as his eyes widen drastically.
âSHIT. AH SHIT. I meant to leave at 5, but I got so caught up in my work thatâŠâ He doesnât finish his sentence as he rushes around the room, collecting all his things. Heâs about to push past you to get out but stops and grabs onto your shoulders instead.
âJust in case you get to my place before me, thereâs a spare key under the doormat. Take it and let yourself in, I shouldnât be long.â
He gives you a reassuring smile then hurries out of the office, leaving you standing there in the dust yet again.
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Jacket in hand, you get to his apartment a little later than need be, purely because the idea of seeing Kyleâs place for the first time without him being present scares the shit out of you. But luckâs not on your side, and when you knock on his door no one answers. Sighing, you pluck the key from under the doormat and jiggle it in until you hear a click, letting it open all menacingly-like. However, his apartment isnât nearly as terrifying as you expect. In fact, it actually looks quite nice.
Painted a beautiful shade of olive green, itâs not similar to any places owned by guys youâd ever seen before, mainly because this one has actual furniture and not inflatable bean bags strewn everywhere. He has a couple tasteful paintings hung up on the wall, some vibrant plants scattered around, and a nice 50 inch tv in his living room. A few pictures on the mantelpiece above it catch your interest, so you drop the jacket on a nearby chair and go over to take a look.
Thereâs one of him with one arm draped around the shoulder of some shorter guy, with beady eyes and black hair. A Canadian. From what heâs wearing, it looks like theyâre at his high school graduation, him looking extremely embarrassed while Kyle beams proudly at the camera. You smile, then your eyes wander to another picture, this one with a much younger Kyle. Heâs with three other guys, one conveniently cropped out of frame. You recognize one of them as Stan, wearing practically the same clothes he was when you first met him, except that in the photo they look like they actually fit him. Another guy is wearing a yellow parka which covers almost his entire face and body, only his eyes visible. And Kyle⊠his curly red hair is hidden behind a green ushanka, while his crooked teeth are again smiling at the camera. Damn, he looked cute as a kid.
Youâre lost in your thoughts when you hear some strange noises coming from one of the bedrooms. You think it was maybe something that fell down, but the noises carry on, and panic sets in when you realize youâre not alone.
Kyleâs been here the entire time? You think. What if heâs been watching me snoop through his old pictures? God, this is so embarrassing.
You make your way to the bedroom, a handful of apologies running through your head that you prepare to give to him for being nosy. But the noises are starting to sound like theyâre coming from two people, one more feminine than the other.
Holy shit, is he with a girl? With Maria??
You didnât realize Kyle was that kind of guy. He mentioned meeting Maria only yesterday, so to already be having sex with her⊠But were they even having sex? You had to know for sure, the uncertainness clawing at your brain. The door is already slightly ajar, so you try to peek through the gap, but accidentally lean against it and it bursts wide open, causing the two people on the bed to turn and face you.
The girlâs face is one contorted with a mix of pleasure that is slowly turning into fear, while the guy seems unaffected by your presence, giving you a sleazy look as your eyes wander down and you see what heâs currently doing balls deep inside of her. She screams, and you realize you recognize the guy from the picture, his name leaving your mouth in a confused voice.
âIke?â
âIke?â The girl repeats, her eyes darting between you and him. âHow do you know that girl?â
He looks you up and down. âI donât. But she obviously knows me, which means sheâs welcome to join,â he says with a lazy smirk, which causes the girl to kick herself out of him, standing up to slap him straight across the face. She takes Kyleâs bed sheets to cover herself up, then grabs the rest of her stuff, leaving the room as she mutters something about how she was warned never to date an ice-hockey player.
Ike follows her, still fully naked, a fact youâre trying really hard to ignore. Once she slams the door shut, he turns his attention to you.
âOkay, who the hell are you?â He asks, and you take a deep breath.
âIâm Y/N, a friend of Kyleâs. Iâm assuming youâre Ike, his younger brother, right?â He slowly nods, and you continue, keeping your eyes firmly trained on the upper half of his body. âI only came to give something back to him, and Iâm assuming he didnât tell you I was coming.â
âNah,â he says, before looking you up and down once again. âBut if youâd like, I can make sure the entire apartment building knows youâre coming.â
He winks, so you awkwardly laugh. And when his head is turned, you make a beeline for the door and get the fuck out of there.
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Chapter 10: Oh Hamburgers
Please note there are mentions of implied drug use and implied domestic threats in this chapter, so reader discretion is advised.
Is Y/N a Whole Foods disguised as a beautiful girl? Thatâs the only explanation Kyle can think of as to why so many of his South Park friends are suddenly appearing back in his life after he met her. He knows itâs probably all a big coincidence, but even if it is true, he canât blame them. She has a magnetism around her that draws people in, one he himself fell prey to earlier that day. He knew it was impossible to control himself when heâs around her, yet did it anyway. But⊠she didnât pull away when he asked her not to stop what she was doing, and that single thought fills him with an inexplicable feeling of hope that he hasnât felt since he started killing.
However, he has no room in his head to think about these feelings right now , instead his mind is darting between asking what the hell Butters is doing here, or how the hell Y/N seems to know him. Deciding that the first question was less awkward to put forward, he does, and Butters sighs.
âWell, I was just telling Y/N over here that my boyfriend and I broke up, so I came here for a fresh start.â
This didnât really come as a shock to Kyle. He had sort of always assumed that Butters wasnât the straightest guy, especially when he got sent to that conversion camp and gave an impassioned speech about bi-curiosity that would rival one of Kyleâs own.
âEx-boyfriend in South Park? Anyone I would know?â
âYou sure would know him, it was Eric!â
âE-Eric Cartman?â
This did come as a shock. It came like a slap in the face actually. Kyle didnât even know they were dating, much less that theyâd broken up. Sure, heâd lost contact with most of South Park years ago when he moved, but this was big news, and he feels like it still shouldâve reached him somehow. Even if someone like Ike had to pigeon carry it over.
The revelation of his mortal enemyâs recent love life stuns Kyle into disturbed silence, so Y/N clears her throat and smiles at Butters.
âWell Butters, it's a pleasure to meet you. We should have lunch together sometime.â
âGoing out with some friends sounds a helluva lot better than eating a ham & cheese sandwich at my desk, how about today? â he asks, and Y/N nods, before dragging a still shocked Kyle away to his office, setting him down in his desk chair and leaving him to rethink his life choices at how Eric Fucking Cartman has had more romantic experiences than him.
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Siennaâs was Y/Nâs choice, the familiar ambience relaxing a tense Kyle. The three of them are huddled together in a booth overcrowded with food, while Butters catches his friend up on all the things that went on in South Park in his 7 year absence.
âTweek and Craig are still going strong. I actually think theyâll be engaged soon, if Tweek can stay still long enough for Craig to ask. Oh, and ClydeâŠâ
Kyle absent-mindedly nods along to what Butters is saying, wondering when heâs gonna get to Cartman. Sure, itâs nice to hear what his old friends were up to, but he canât deny that the only thing he wants to know is whether or not his former adversaryâs life has gone down the shitter like he expected. He knows he shouldnât compare or whatever, but the verification that years of tormenting had come back to bite Cartman in the ass is something Kyle didnât realize he needed until his name was mentioned. Realizing that Butters could talk about Tolkien and Nicoleâs kids for hours, he tries to delicately plant the idea of talking about his ex into his mind, but accidentally drops it like a bomb.
âSo Butters, why the hell did you date Cartman?â
Butters nervously drops the fry he's eating and turns his gaze down towards the food, while Y/N kicks Kyle under the table for being so rude.
âOw. Sorry dude, I just meant-â
âNo, itâs alright. I donât even know myself. But all of you fellers left, so it was just him & I stuck together. He was pretty sour about it, ya know? Everyone leaving? Thatâs probably why he clung to me so much. And well, I know it sounds clichĂ©, but he started growing nicer the more he felt he needed me, and one thing led to another⊠We ended up living together in my parents house, but money was tight, since Eric never had a steady job and I didnât make enough as a waiter at Dennyâs to support both of us. Plus, I had always wanted to move to this city, but Eric was firmly against it. âToo many minoritiesâ he would say when I brought it up. So when I saw this job opportunity as a secretary, I figured, âScrew Eric, I wanna do what I wanna do!â. So I broke up with him, hopped on a plane, and here I am!â
âAnd Cartman was just⊠fine with that?â
âI think so. We both know it's for the best. In fact, he kept making funny jokes when I broke up with him about how he was gonna come find me, bring me back to South Park, and keep me trapped in his secret bomb shelter until I learnt to love him again. Silly old Eric.â
âOh my god Butters,â Kyle says, dumbfounded at how lightly he took Cartmanâs threats. âPlease tell me you havenât seen him since he said that.â
âNope! The only people I know in the city right now are you and Y/N unfortunately.â
âActually, Wendy and Stan are also living here now too,â Y/N informs him joyfully, and a big grin emerges on his face.
âOh gee, thatâs great! Now if Kenny could come back from god knows where and Eric could get over his fear of other races, we could reunite the whole gang!â
Kyleâs mouth falls agape as the realization hits him that Cartman could move here to be closer to Butters. Eric Cartman, the guy who made his entire childhood miserable, who inspired so many of Kyleâs insecurities that he thought he would never like himself ever again. Until Y/N.
Fuck. What happens if Y/N meets him?
Kyle knows that Y/N is pure-hearted, and would never fall for Cartmanâs lies and deceptions. But⊠if he managed to turn her against him, Kyle doesnât know if heâd be able to control himself. He swore he would only kill for the necessity of it, but with someone like Cartman in the picture, who can rile Kyleâs anger up in a way no one else can⊠Or even worse, if he managed to find out about what Kyleâs been doing in his free time⊠Let's just say he wouldnât let it slide.
He canât manage another word for the rest of lunch, sulking in silence over the possibility of Cartman returning to his life, while Butters and Y/N continue with their introduction to each other. She keeps sneaking glances at Kyle every time thereâs a lull in the conversation, but she eventually sighs when she realizes he's going to be no help, and leaves him to wallow in his own self-pity.
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After they all return back to the firm, Y/N pulls Kyle into his office and shuts the door behind her, forcing him into his chair before sitting down opposite him.
âAlright, whatâs up?â
âNothing.â
âDonât ânothingâ me. You were acting really weird that whole lunch, super sad for no reason. So somethingâs gotta be up, tell me.â
âYou noticed? Sorry.â
âOf course I noticed. I didnât mind talking with Butters since heâs really friendly, but I wouldâve liked a distraction from you when he started talking about how he got grounded by his parents for making all the aspiring athletes of South Park and Tom Brady drink his âcreamy gooâ. Which, by the way, what the fuck is up with your town?â
Kyle lets out a small laugh, but remembers who told Butters to do that in the first place, and a somber expression crosses his face. Y/N notices, and gets up from where sheâs sitting and kneels down in front of Kyleâs chair, taking his hands in hers.
âKyle, you know you can tell me anything, right?â she exclaims softly, and the look of pleading for him to be honest with her breaks the last wall in his heart.
He pours out his entire history with Cartman, all the bickering and fighting, along with the constant taunting of his deepest insecurities. Y/N listens carefully to every word, never interrupting, just taking it all in. He finally sighs, and turns his head to the side to avoid her gentle eyes.
âI just⊠I donât like who I am when Iâm with him. I turn angry and volatile, pretty much the worst version of myself. And I would hate for you to ever see me like that.â
âKyle,â she whispers, clutching his hand closer to her chest, looking up at him with her affectionate gaze. âDid I ever tell you about the time my best friend got arrested?"
He shakes his head, and she continues.
"Yeah. I had grown up with this girl for most of my life. I knew everything about her, how smart and funny and talented she was, all her passions and dreams. I thought she would be destined for big things, but during our teenage years, she got peer pressured into taking drugs, and eventually became addicted. It was so painful, seeing her turn into the shell of who she once was. Everyone had given up on her when she turned 18, yet I still had hope. I was on my year abroad when she told me she got pregnant, and wanted my help delivering the baby. She had realized that this drug-addled monster wasn't who she is. It had been forced out of her by her 'friends', and it wasn't who she wanted her child to define her as. So, I came back, she got clean, and stayed that way."
She suddenly stops, switching her eyes to the floor.
"But some people didn't like that. And she was found with traces of cocaine in her room despite the fact she hadn't touched the shit for months. But no one believed her, since finding the drugs already fit with the image they had of her in their mind. They refused to let what they thought they knew go, and she ended up in jail."
She takes a deep breath before looking up at Kyle.
"She and her unborn baby died in there, due to how the doctors thought she was still taking, and she didn't receive the proper treatment a pregnant woman needs. That's when I knew I wanted to become a human rights lawyer, to protect not only those who are innocent, but those who become innocent. But what I'm saying is, I believe that our past selves are better left there, in the past. The way you are right now is how Iâll always see you. You could never be ruined in my mind.â
He breathes deeply, trying to control the rapid beats of his heart as he fails to contain the blush spreading across his cheeks. Fuck, how does she know exactly what to say to make his insides glow?
She goes back to her seat, but rests both her arms on his desk and delicately places her head on top of them.
"So that girl is the reason why you were so upset over Gemma?" Kyle asks, and she nods.
"It's also why I said I would help Stan get Wendy back. I'd like to believe there's good in everyone, despite how their past might make it seem. But.. I don't wanna talk about them. Tell me more about South Park, and try to leave Eric Cartman out of it as much as possible. Unless he did something stupid.â
Kyle smirks, leaning back in his chair as he recounts the time Cartman thought he got his period because he was bleeding out of his ass, the anxiousness Kyle feels towards him slowly fading away with every one of Y/Nâs soothing laughs.
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Chapter 6: Even the best laid plans
Please note there are mentions of drug use and violence in this chapter, so reader discretion is advised.
Kyle was never a morning person. Even in childhood, he always appreciated a long sleep, one which was uninterrupted by noisy roosters, blaring alarm clocks, or Cartman giving him aids. That last one was maybe a little more personal than the others, but it stood nonetheless. Kyle was not a morning person. But the day after he and Y/N had made up, he finds himself going into work earlier than usual. He rationalizes it by saying that due to how much time he spent helping her with the Langford case, he needed extra time to work on his own stuff. Yet, the satisfaction he finds from completing his morning tasks prematurely isnât what makes it worth waking up early. Y/Nâs face searching for his when she gets in does, and the smile she gives him when she finds it.
He feels happier when heâs around her. And now that theyâve got that whole Stan business sorted out, he can feel them becoming closer. She seems to be more comfortable around him in all aspects, speaking up whenever she needs help or speaking her mind when somethingâs bothering her. Heâs so enamored by her passion for life, that unfortunately itâs getting in the way of his undertaking of ending it.
He hasnât opened the file about his casualty in days. Every time he gets close, all he can think about is what happened during his last masturbation session. The lust he feels for her combined with the cruelty he associates with the act of murder is a combination he never wants to feel ever again. But he canât give her up. And if heâs being honest with himself, heâs not sure if heâs ready to kill again. Slaughtering a piece of scum one day then walking in to see Y/N the next isnât something heâs sure he wants. And if that means he has to stop killing, so be it. Plus, who knows. If his feelings towards her ever die down, the file is sitting in his computer, waiting for him to be ready again.
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He canât deny how nervous he is the day of Y/Nâs first trial. Offering to drop her off and pick her up from the courthouse is just an excuse heâs using to see her and offer any support possible. He remembers how daunting it was for him to walk up the steps as a fresh-faced 21 year old, scared shitless that this was the defining moment of his career and would prove whether or not he had what it took to be a good lawyer. And looking at Y/N in his passenger seat, he can tell sheâs feeling the exact same way. Her stocking-clad leg wonât stop bouncing, and without thinking he puts his hand on her inner thigh to try and calm her down. Her leg stops, and Kyle immediately returns his hand back to the steering wheel. She doesnât seem to notice, turning her head to stare out the window, but when he gazes at her in his peripheral vision, he sees her hand lightly caressing where his once was, and his insides glow.
They arrive and she turns towards him.
âThank you so much Kyle. For everything youâve done. Truly, Iâve never felt more prepared in my life, and itâs all due to you. Anyways, wish me luck!â She says, her eyes filled with enthusiasm.
âGood luck,â he replies smiling, and she nods before getting out of the car.
Kyle watches her carefully as she walks up the steps of the courthouse. Sheâs dressed in a crisp black blazer and matching blouse, along with a dark gray skirt that hugs her ass. He curses himself for thinking such thoughts on such a stressful day for her, then curses himself again for not being by her side during it. He wishes he could, but the firmâs having an important board meeting today to discuss some potential management changes, which Kyle cannot miss.
It doesnât matter anyway. He canât concentrate the entire time, his mind constantly wondering how Y/Nâs doing at that moment. The chairman drones on about budget cuts while he thinks of ways he can take her out to celebrate after sheâs done. Today was supposed to be the day of his casualtyâs dinner party/death, and while he did manage to secure an invitation under the alias of one âBrad Championâ, he doesnât feel up for it. Not when he has Y/N to look forward to.
The meeting drags on for longer than it should, eventually ending with enough time for Kyle to zoom back to the courthouse and pick Y/N up. He realizes she might not be done yet, so he parks his car and gets out. However, he finds her sitting at the bottom of the steps, a miserable expression befalling her face. Her head is resting on her knees, tilted to the side, yet her eyes are staring at the floor. Kyle calls out her name but she doesnât seem to notice heâs there until he takes a seat next to her.
âY/N? Are you okay?â He asks, his voice slightly panicked.
âOh, Kyle,â she says sadly, turning her head to face him.
âY/N, what happened? Why are you sitting down here?â
âKyle,â she takes a moment and turns her gaze back to the floor before uttering her next words. âI lost. I lost the case.â
His eyebrows knit together in confusion. How did she lose? The case was pretty clean-cut in Gemmaâs favor, with Y/N having airtight arguments and plenty of evidence to back them up.
âWhat do you mean you lost? Like the judge found Lenny not guilty?â
âNo. Well, kind of. It was so clear that we were going to win, but his lawyer called for a recess and tried to get Gemma to agree to a plea deal. Lenny would plead guilty, but Gemma would be paid $5,000 in compensation, even though we were suing for $20,000. I told him no, but Lenny threatened Gemma, saying if she didnât accept he would get her blacklisted from every company in the state. And of course with two twin babies at home, even if she won the $20,000, she canât afford to uproot her and her husbandâs entire life somewhere else, so she said yes to the plea deal, no matter how hard I tried to convince her to do otherwise.â
Y/N lets out a heavy sigh, and Kyle feels his heart drop.
âSo he won. It didnât matter how unfair it was for him to blackmail her like that knowing her situation, heâs still walking away practically unscathed and sheâs walking away with nothing but trauma.â
She stuffs her face into her hands, letting out stifled sobs which make Kyle reach out to wrap his arms around her shoulder and hold her body close to his. She keeps crying and he whispers into her hair that everythingâs going to be alright and that heâll take care of it. Which he will. Unfortunately, that means he canât take her out to dinner tonight. For heâs found himself a new casualty, someone who Gemma Langford, Y/N, and the world will be better without.
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Fuck. Shitty Ass Fuckballs. Kyleâs middle-school potty-mouth often returned to him in moments of crisis, such as right now. The murder of Lenny Ying wasnât supposed to go like this. Sure it had been last minute, but it had all miraculously fallen into place. After dropping Y/N back at her apartment, Kyle had gone back to his own and researched all about Lenny. He had issues with the way he treated the women working under him in the past, along with a not-so-secret reputation for bribing his way out of sticky situations like his drug problems. This made him popular among the spoiled of society, and why he had been invited to the fancy dinner party that Brad Champion also had the pleasure of attending. Perfect.
Donning a formal black tie suit, Kyle entered the party at 7:30 with his striking red curls hidden under a brown wig, and his shoes being a size smaller than usual. He had made sure to look as plain as possible to avoid getting recognized, and luckily for him no one seemed to pay him any attention. He kept his eyes trained on Lenny the entire night, watching the way he commanded every conversation he barged into with his obnoxious presence. Kyle often found his thoughts drifting back to Y/N, but forced her out of his mind. He doesnât want even the thought of her to see him like this, stalking his prey like a lion would a gazelle. Or by the way Lenny was laughing, an ugly hyena.
He was guzzling down champagne like there was no tomorrow, which made it simple for Kyle to slip something into one of the glasses whose contents ended up in Lennyâs stomach. He finally left the room to take a piss around 9:30, and after waiting a couple minutes, Kyle made his move and followed him in. He expected to find Lenny disoriented and confused, not doing lines of cocaine on the bathroom sink. The lethal combination of the drugs which Kyle had slipped him alongside the drugs he was now taking made Lenny an unstoppable beast, who was determined to kill anyone in his path. He lunged for Kyle with a punch he narrowly avoided, and then tried again, and that time Kyle wasnât so lucky. Lennyâs hand connected with Kyleâs face, hitting his left eye and splitting open his lip. Kyle was slightly winded, but remained in his strong fighting stance, and when Lenny tried to go again, Kyle was ready. He ducked from Lennyâs punch and in one swift movement, Kyle pulled a switchblade from his pocket and slashed Lennyâs throat in a single swipe. Lenny fell to the ground, but not before splattering his blood all over Kyleâs face and body.
Standing over him, Kyle tries to figure out what the hell heâs going to do next. He had planned to make it look like a simple drug overdose, so simple that he could walk out the front door with no one the wiser. But the blood all over him makes that impossible, so he has to improvise. He locks the door to make sure that he and the dead body are alone, then gets to work. He props it up against the wall, then grabs a shitload of tissues and scrubs the floor until his fingers bleed and the tiles are only a subtle hue of light red. But the biggest problem he has is how to get the body out of the bathroom without anyone noticing. Lennyâs too big for Kyle to carry out on his own, so he takes the blade back out of his pocket and chops off Lennyâs limbs until theyâre small enough for him to fold into a trash bag he had found stashed. He heaves it over his shoulder and silently walks out of the back entrance of the bathroom and outside, where he dumps the bag into a nearby container and quickly walks over to his car. He gets in and starts to speed away from the scene of the crime, before the metallic smell of blood hits him and he realizes itâs too risky to go back to his apartment. Itâs only 10 pm, which means thereâs a lot of opportunities for his neighbors to see him covered in red like this. He needs to change first, and the only place he keeps clothes other than his home is the office. Plus, everyone wouldâve gone home by now, so itâs kind of the perfect place for him to hide and collect his thoughts. With a heavy sigh, he makes a U-turn and changes course towards the firm.
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He unlocks the front door with his security key, too preoccupied with remaining unnoticed by people on the street to remember to lock it. He sprints up the stairs all the way to his floor, then rushes into his office and immediately starts undressing. He takes off the size too small shoes and the irritatingly itchy brown wig, shaking out his red curls before running a hand through them. He removes his jacket and starts to inspect the damage, but a voice behind him stops him cold in his tracks. A voice he recognizes so well, a voice that was crying to him only hours earlier.
âKyle? What are you doing here?â
He turns around and stares into the wide, unblinking eyes of the person he never wanted to see him like this.
âHi, Y/N.â
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Chapter 3: Really just a simple favour
Please note there are mentions of suicide/substance abuse in this chapter, so reader discretion is advised.
This has got to be one of the most uncomfortable dates of all time. Not that you've been on many, but if this is what dating is like, you think it's time to ask your parents for an arranged marriage. And it's not that your date is ugly or anything too. Stan's wearing an oversized blue and red jacket with a pair of ripped blue jeans. He has a little bit of scruff on his chin, with his hair dyed blonde rather than natural, something you could tell by his black roots still showing. He didn't look so much like a creep as Kyle predicted, more like a washed up rock star wearing clothes from the kids section of a Wal-Mart. But your main problem with him is how fucking boring he's acting right now.
You've been making polite conversation with him for the past 5 minutes, and he's giving you nothing to work with. When you asked about his day so far, he gave you a curt 'fineâ, then didn't bother to ask about yours. So you try again, telling him that you recently started a job at a law firm, but he looks like he'd rather be anywhere else but listening to you.
What a dick you think. I mean, he was the one who practically begged to have this date with me, yet he's acting like I'm not even here! Fuck my life.
âHey, do you have any friends you think you could set me up with?" He asks, and it takes all your willpower to not openly slap him across the face.
Is he insane? Or does he find me so utterly awful that he's decided he's done with this date and wants to start planning his next one. Piece of shit.
"Like any cute friends?" He asks again. "Anyone with, let's say, straight black hair and choppy bangs in the front. And black eyes you can feel your soul getting lost in, that make you feel safe and like she's gonna take care of you forever... Oh, and a pink beret, maybe in some childhood photos or maybe still now?"
"Wendy? Are you asking about my roommate Wendy?"
His eyes light up when you mention her name and you feel your heart sink.
"Wait, so you asked me on a date only so you could get one with my roommate? Are you fucking serious? Nah, fuck you and fuck whatever this is." You get up to leave and make it out the door before he grabs you by the arm.
"Y/N please. I swear, I never meant to play you or anything, I'm not that kind of guy. Just let me explain." Stan pleads with you.
"Did you set up this date because you genuinely like me or because you're a stalker creep who likes my roommate so much that you'd do anything to get with her? Cause if it's the second one, that explains everything to me right there." You say, and he turns silent.
You look at your phone and the clock reads 6:15. You wonder if Kyle's still nearby when Stan interrupts your thoughts.
âLook, Y/N. I'm sorry, it's true. I did set up this date because I wanted you to help me get in touch with Wendy, but please hear me out. I met Wendy when we were in pre-school, and I've been in love with her ever since. We were one of those on again-off again couples in middle school, but during high school I fucked up. She broke up with me and moved away for college, while I stayed in that shithole town and let the loneliness consume me. I hated myself for letting her get away, for losing one of the most perfect girls to ever exist. But I came to my senses, decided enough was enough and came here."
You hate how sincere he sounds, and you feel yourself sympathizing with him. With a heavy sigh, you start walking back to your apartment, and motion for him to follow.
"I don't know Wendy that well, but I really like her. Also, she's doing well right now. And I'll be damned if I'm gonna let some douchey ex of hers come into her life and screw it all up. So I have to know the full story, which you're gonna tell me as we walk back to my apartment. If it's good enough, I'll invite you in to meet her, but if not, you leave both her and I the hell alone. Deal?"
He sighs loudly, but nods his head and reluctantly starts following you home.
"Deal. So, it all started when my friend Eric Cartman got an anal probe..."
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Hearing Stan talk about his middle school relationship with Wendy softens your heart towards him, if only a little. The way he used to throw up when she talked to him, and how she paid a group of Iraqis to capture one of their teachers whom he had a crush on and shoot her into the sun. Okay the second one sounds kind of crazy, but it's obvious that they cared for each other a lot, at least when they were young. But when discussing what happened to them in high school, Stan freezes up.
"I fucked up. I really fucked it all up. Everyone else knew exactly what they were doing with their lives, and I had no fucking clue what to do with mine. I got really depressed, and turned to alcohol to numb the pain. My dad's an alcoholic, so maybe it's just something I inherited. But I pushed everyone away. My family, my best friends, and especially Wendy. She tried her hardest to get me to quit, to try and salvage what we had. But she broke up with me, saying that she couldn't watch me kill myself, and that it was time for her to move on. I was so wrapped up in all my shit that I didn't even care. I didnât put up a fight, just watched her leave. I stayed in South Park while I watched everyone else get on with their lives, and all I wanted was to be back in middle school, when my friends didn't look at me with pity in their eyes and the love of my life was still mine."
So far, he had been walking alongside you while talking, but now he stops in his tracks and stares at the ground for a moment before his next words.
"I tried to kill myself two months ago."
Your eyes widen, seeing him so vulnerable like this. He turns to look up at the star pierced night sky which had befallen the both of you, obviously trying to will away the tears which were forming in his eyes. You're about to step forward and try to comfort him but he resumes walking, so you follow him while he continues on with what he was saying.
"Well, not really. It wasn't like I got a noose or a gun and just ended it. I had been on a three day bender with my dad's hidden supply, and in my drunken state I stumbled onto some train tracks. And I saw the train heading towards me, yet I didn't move. I think the alcohol was a way for me to slowly kill myself, but here was the perfect opportunity to finish the job. And my mind was hazy, and I thought that getting run over was exactly what I wanted. But then the train got closer and closer, and I hesitated. Was this really how my life was gonna end? Having achieved nothing, dying alone on some fucking train tracks? I had wanted to go back to my middle school self so bad, but would he have liked how I turned out? The train was a couple miles away when I hopped off the tracks, I was still so close my beanie flew off by the gust it generated from passing me. But I was alive, and had reached a moment of clarity. I didn't want to revert back to my middle school self. I want to become a man my middle school self is proud to grow up into. A man whose family and friends still care for him, and is still dating the girl of his dreams. So I checked myself into rehab, determined to change my mindset and ways."
He lets out a heavy sigh, and you pat him reassuringly on the back. He continues.
"I got out a couple weeks ago, and my first thought was to reunite with Wendy. She was the one who always had faith that I could recover, and with her by my side I would be able to get a job, reconnect with my friends, conquer anything. But I needed to know how she felt about me now, and when I found out that you were her roommate, I figured you were the one to talk to."
"But why not just ask me to help you? Why'd you ask me out on a date instead?"
"To be honest, I just thought it would be the quickest way to get your attention. Sorry for the way I acted on it by the way. I swear I'm a much more interesting guy to be around, but I was so worried about how'd you react to what I was gonna ask you that I guess I was kind of rude. My bad. But now that you've heard me out, you'll help and re-introduce me to her, right?"
You're in front of your apartment building now, and Stan's looking at you expectedly. You don't know what to think about everything heâs just told you, and him staring at you with puppy dog eyes isn't helping. You turn your back to him, and try to recollect your thoughts. He seems genuinely sorry about how he treated Wendy in the past, but does that mean he's changed?
You wheel around and look straight into his eyes as you say your next words.
"'ĐkĐ°Ń.â
His face breaks out into a massive smile, but you hold up one finger indicating that you're not done.
"I'II help, under some conditions. And you're not meeting her until all these conditions have either been completed or agreed to. 1. You clean yourself up, both mentally and physically." You look him up and down, and raise an eyebrow.
"Mainly physically. Get some better clothes, clean up that scruff you call a beard sitting on your face, etc. 2. You get a job. Wendy deserves a guy who's stable, both mentally and financially. And 3. If you meet her again and she wants nothing to do with you, you suck it up and move on with your life. No weird stalking, no setting up a date with another one of her friends, nothing. Until then though, I'll help you get your life together. We can meet up tomorrow, when you should've already completed condition 1, and we can work on condition 2. Here's my number, don't abuse it."
You stick your hand out for his phone, and type your number into it. He takes it back and has a small smile on his face.
"Thanks. For everything. Even the small possibility of seeing her again makes my heart feel whole."
You let out a matching small smile. He does seem like a really sweet guy, and you can only hope he's serious about changing.
"I'll text you tomorrow when and where to meet up. Goodnight Stan."
And with that, you leave him standing on the street, and wonder what the hell you're gonna tell Wendy.
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You decide to not tell Wendy about your date with Stan. Youâll find out how she feels about him as per Stan's request, but there's no reason for that to happen tonight. You walk into your room and practically collapse on your bed. Everything about today drained you, and the urge to sleep it all away is getting stronger and stronger. But before your droopy eyes fully close, your phone vibrates twice from an unknown texter. Assuming it's Stan, you breathe a heavy sigh. So much for the 'don't abuse itâ rule that came with your number. But you sit up straight when you actually read what it says.
Unknown Number - Hey Y/N, it's Kyle
Unknown Number - I just wanted to make sure you got home safe. So text me when you do.
You can't stop your face from smiling. You save his number into your phone and reply back.
Y/N - i came home a couple minutes ago, thanks for checking in âĄ
Kyle ⥠- How'd it go?
Kyle ⥠- The date, I mean
You try not to read into why he cares about that. Probably just trying to make conversation, right?
Y/N - It wasn't what I anticipated, but the guy seems pretty nice so we're gonna meet up again tomorrow.
He leaves you on read for a while, only replying back five minutes later with a curt:
Kyle ⥠- Nice to hear. Goodnight Y/N.
He doesn't say anything else, leaving you to wonder what the hell you did wrong.
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