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**A note about this chapter. I wrote half of this months ago and finished it just now, I apologize if small details aren't correct. I'm trying to finish this story and don't have much time to read through everything to make sure small details are right. Please please please just ignore if you see something small (like eye color, times, etc...) that may not be the same as it was in chapter 1 or 2. So don't leave a review telling me this, because I'm aware things may have changed.
* Also, I do a lot of research for parts of this story. In this chapter for the counseling session, I researched aspects of what an appointment would be like. I have never had one, and there's only so much research you can do. If it doesn't seem right, then I'm sorry, I don't want to listen to people complain about it not being "realistic". It's a fanfic, I'm not a professional author. I'm trying to be as realistic as possible.
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I've never felt so bad about anything in my life. I've done a lot of stupid things in my life but this one takes the cake. What the hell did I just put my best friend through? I stare at my white popcorn ceiling thinking about what happened at school the other day. This wouldn't have happened if Kenny would have just kept his mouth shut, but I can't fully blame him. It wouldn't have happened if I hadn't made Kyle go to school.
Having been suspended for a week from school, now on my third day at home, all I can do is think about everything that has gone on lately. I roll onto my side, ignoring my rumbling stomach that is craving for something to eat. I've been banned from using the computer or going out and I feel like I'm going insane. Kyle and I haven't spoken since the incident in the Principal's office and I miss him like crazy. Before almost falling asleep, a buzzing sound makes me jolt up and search for the source of noise. Oh, it's my phone. I look at the screen, almost dropping it when I see the name. Holy shit, it's Kyle!
"He-hello?" I ask hesitantly, not really believing it could be him. This could be a dream and I'll wake up any second now.
"Hi, Stan…" His voice is so hushed that I barely make out the words. He sounds like he's been crying, but that doesn't surprise me with everything he's been through. Guess this isn't a dream. My stomach flutters just at hearing his voice and I try hard to control my own emotions to be strong for him.
"Kyle…I am so sorry. I feel terrible for all of this. It's all my fau-"
"Stan, stop. Please don't do that. It's not your fault at all."
"Kyle…" I try to plead to him to listen to my apologies and my vision becomes hazy as I realize I'm about to cry.
"It's fine. I just…I wanted to see how you were. You fought for me and got in trouble, I feel bad. You shouldn't have done that. Not for me." Only Kyle would be so kind as to be worried about me at a time like this.
"I would fight for you any time, you know that." There's a minute of silence between us, more awkward over the phone than it would be in person. Was that a stupid thing to say? Maybe talking about fighting at this time wasn't the brightest thing to bring up.
"Listen…I just wanted to ask, um…my parents are making me go to see a counselor…"
"Oh…" I dumbly say, feeling stupid for not really knowing how to reply, or if he's going to continue. "Are you sure you're ready for that?"
"No. My mom told me I needed to go, and there's no way out of it. So I'm going…but…" He trails off again, like he's trying to get me to understand what he's trying to say without actually saying it. "…I want you to come with me."
"Is that really a good idea? I mean, of course I'll go with you. But what about your parents?" He stays silent, like he doesn't know how to respond to that.
"I haven't even told my parents anything really, they just know…it happened. I can't have my parents there, Stan, I just can't…please come…with me." His voice sounds shaky and he's practically begging me to go with him.
"Alright, Kyle. I'll go with you. When is it? Do you have an appointment yet?" Like it really matters when it is, I will go with him anytime, even if I already have something going on. Kyle comes first.
"Whoa, wait, that's…" I quickly look at the little calendar on my night stand, and become confused when I realize that's less than a week away. "How did you get an appointment that quick? I thought it usually took at least a month?"
"This is my mom we're talking about, Stan. The woman who has started protests and wars…she knows how to get what she wants, when she wants…" There's a slight resentment in his voice and I assume he's not very happy that he's forced to go to counseling. A question of curiosity has been gnawing at me and don't know if I should ask him, if it'll only cause problems.
"Right…hey, Kyle, what about…Ike? Does he know?" I knew it was a mistake to ask because the only thing I hear on the end of the line is a quiet sobbing, and I regret it immediately.
"Are you kidding? I wouldn't want him knowing his brother is a wuss, a worthless human being who can't even protect himself…" He chokes out between sobs. Shit, shit, shit, why the hell did I ask that?
"Kyle, no, I just…" I stumble on my words, trying to figure out how to word what I want to say but he cuts me off.
"It's fine. Be at my house next Thursday after school." The line goes dead and I continue to hold the phone against my ear, even though I know he isn't there.
Way to go, Stan, I tell myself as I toss the phone away from me, feeling worse than I did before.
The rest of the week passes incredibly slowly and I can't believe I'm actually starting to miss school. I haven't heard from Kyle since the phone call and it's understandable, I upset him even more. Wendy has been a great girlfriend and has brought me over my homework that I still need to complete before I go back to school tomorrow. Tomorrow...tomorrow is the day of the appointment and I have a feeling it isn't going to go over all that well.
"Here babe, here's today's homework. Not too much, lucky for you." She presses a kiss against my cheek before sitting down on my bed, setting the papers down onto my desk beside me.
"Ugh, this fucking sucks. It's actually better to just be at school rather than being at home, waiting for my homework to come to me." I moan, leaning back in my chair and rubbing my tired eyes.
"Well, next time don't get into a fight. It's not worth it. Cartman isn't worth it. How…is Kyle doing, after…you know?"
"Not well. Wendy, don't tell anyone else okay? Keep it to yourself, even though others saw the whole thing, they may just think it was a prank or something."
"I won't say anything, I promise." She simply states, and I know she's telling me the truth. She may be controlling and can spread news faster than anyone else, but she's really a good person.
"I'm so stupid, this whole thing is my fault. My best friend needed help and I made it worse." My room becomes black as I cover my eyes, the whole scene replaying over and over in my head. She doesn't say anything for a while, allowing me to have time to myself to think things over.
"I have to go," I hear my bed creak a bit as she gets up and she places her soft hand on my shoulder, "it isn't your fault. You were just trying to be a good friend. A good person. Kyle's lucky to have you as a best friend. Don't get too upset over the thing that happened at school." Her lips place a delicate kiss on the top of my head before I hear her footsteps become quieter, the steps squeaking as she leaves.
My room reappears as I remove my hands from my now sweaty face, staring down at the pile of homework left for me to do. I heave out a sigh and think about what Wendy said. Maybe she's right, but those words alone don't comfort me enough to not blame myself for what happened. Tomorrow will come soon enough, and I'll see Kyle again, hoping he forgives me for everything I've done.
My day at school couldn't have gotten worse if I wanted it to. I arrived late to class, I had to deal with Cartman mumbling smart ass comments behind my back and the stares I've gotten from random people in the hall are starting to make me feel uncomfortable. Luckily I finished all of my homework, even though I stayed up until 3 AM doing it. The teachers were quite surprised that I actually finished in time. When the bell rings, finishing up the school day, I take a deep breath and pack my things up to leave.
"Asshole." Cartman grumbles as I brush by him on the way outside. I turn around and give him the finger, wanting to beat the shit out of him again but I hold myself back, not wanting to get in trouble again.
"Fucker." As I'm about to turn around, I see Kenny step outside with Bebe hanging off of his arm, attempting to hit on him. Our eyes meet for a split second and I give him a half smile before he turns away, leaving me feel awkward for trying to be nice.
I haven't spoken to Kenny since the incident, either. I see him in the hallways and he only gives me guilty glances now and then. We both feel terrible about everyone finding out about Kyle. Our group has become a total mess and who knows if we'll all be able to hang out again or not. There isn't time to worry about any one else other than Kyle right now. I'm on my way to Kyle's house right now and I feel like there's a dark cloud above my head, ready to continue bringing me bad luck.
"Hello Stanley." Mrs. Broflovski greets me when she answers the door. I step inside and feel her glaring at me, not really understanding why she's angry at me or if she really is or if she's upset that Kyle doesn't want her to go with him to this appointment.
"Hi, Stan…" Kyle appears, his eyes cast downwards at the floor, eyes fixed on one spot. I've never been more nervous to be around Kyle than I am right now.
"H-hi, Kyle…ready to go?" I ask, my eyes only on Kyle. He looks absolutely terrible, his eyes are dark red and there are dark bags under them and he looks like he hasn't slept in ages.
"Mhm…" He responds, his gaze meets mine and I just want to throw my arms around him and beg for forgiveness for being a terrible friend. We both step out after Kyle slowly puts his jacket and his green ushanka on, his red curls springing out from underneath it.
"Kyle, please come home right after. You're going to tell me everything that happens." Kyle's mother shouts from the doorway, sounding desperate and firm at the same time. Kyle doesn't respond and doesn't even look up from the ground. She seems extremely concerned but still being the harsh mom she's always been.
South Park isn't big at all, and it's possible to walk anywhere in the town and be there in timely fashion. As we walk I debate on whether or not it would be best to hold his hand, or just leave him completely alone. I decide on the latter when I look over and see the expression on his face. I think it's best if we just walk in silence with absolutely no contact.
The walk is slightly awkward, for me anyway, seeing as there isn't any talking between us. He seems to only want silence and usually I would respect that and leave him alone but I won't feel any better until I say something.
"Kyle. Please, I'm sorry for what I said. I didn't mean to upset you." I reach and touch his arm, feeling slightly better when he doesn't pull away from my touch.
"It's okay…" Those are the only words he says to me, but in a way I can hear the acceptance in his voice, that he isn't really angry at me. We take about 20 minutes to get to the office and I welcome the nice warmth as we step inside. Kyle just takes a seat with his head down and I take the lead and go up to the lady behind the desk, smiling softly at her.
"Can I help you?" The lady asks with uninterest, as if she doesn't want to be there. I hope the counselor isn't like this or it'll be a waste of time, I think to myself.
"Uh, hi. Um, Kyle Broflovski has an appointment at 3." She looks at the computer for a moment and then looks back and fourth from Kyle to me.
"Yeah it'll be a few moments, please take a seat." She points to the chairs as if I didn't know where they were before. I don't waste any time and immediately go back to sit beside Kyle, plopping down and remove my coat, tossing it on the empty chair next to me.
"Bitch…" I murmur to myself, feeling thrilled when I hear Kyle let out the tiniest laugh. We always made fun of people who act like that in offices and he must still find it funny even in the darkened state he's in.
Kyle and I sit in silence for a few minutes, the only noise being the soft music from the radio and the few whispers from the other people in the room with us. I turn to Kyle, about to say something when a lady comes out from one of the closed doors, looking down at her clipboard. Kyle makes a small whimper, probably not looking forward to the meeting.
"Kyle Broflovski?" She looks around the room, and when Kyle doesn't say or do anything, I hop up from my seat, waving at her to get her attention.
"Hi, this is Kyle," I look down at him, hoping this is alright with him. "...And I'm Kyle's friend, Stan."
"Hello. Kyle please come this way." She says, practically ignoring me and only focusing on Kyle.
"Kyle…you have to go in."
"N-no…not without you in there, too." He grabs my arm, fingers shaking heavily.
"Uh, is that…alright?" I ask, not really sure who I'm asking, both of them I guess.
"Usually only family is allowed. Since you're not family, I need Kyle's consent for you to join in on the appointment. It's just a protocol we have to follow."
"Fine, yes, I want him to come in." Kyle wastes no time in answering her, slowly standing up with his hand around my arm. She smiles kindly at both of us and we follow her in to one of the small rooms. Two chairs, a small table, a desk and a couch decorate the room and the walls are painted a light green, brightening up the room quite a bit.
The lady brings in another chair for me and places it beside the chair Kyle decides to sit in. The room is absolutely dead silent as the woman looks through a few papers before she removes her glasses, setting them on the desk beside her. There are three glasses of water sitting on top of the table, fresh with ice cubes. Kyle's hands are rubbing nervously together between his thighs.
"So, Kyle, I'm Dr. Lewis. I am a professional Psychiatrist, and have been doing this for more than ten years now." Oh, I thought he was just seeing a counselor, his mom really went out of her way. Not like I know the difference, though. "I usually ask at the meeting the reason why you're here, but your mother called me and told me what happened. I just want to ask a few basic questions before we start, is that alright?" Kyle only nods, his gaze directed at his lap once again, and all of a sudden I start to feel awkward, like maybe I shouldn't be in here.
"So, have you been to see a counselor or Psychiatrist before?" Kyle just shakes his head in response.
"Your mother told me what happened on the phone. Is what she told me the truth?" Kyle stares at her for a second, in disbelief, like his mother was lying or something. "Sorry Kyle, I just need to hear from you, not just your mother, if that is the truth."
"Kyle, if it weren't for your mother calling for an appointment, would you be here?" He shakes his head, glancing at me for a second before looking back down at the ground. Dr. Lewis writes down a few things before flipping over the page, writing down a few more notes.
"So, Kyle, before we start, I want you to know that whatever is said in this room, stays in this room. Confidentiality is extremely important and I want you to know that you can talk to me without feeling scared that it will leave this room." I look over and Kyle still hasn't said anything, but he nods his head again. His face is bright red and I reach out to place my hand on his knee in an attempt to comfort him.
"Can you tell me when this incident happened?" I notice Kyle's eyes start to water and I squeeze his knee before jumping in.
"Uh, excuse me. I don't think Kyle wants to talk about it, would it be alright if I answered the questions with what I know?" Kyle nods, silently telling me this is what he would prefer. I told him I would do anything for him and I meant it, even if it should be Kyle doing the talking.
"That would be fine, for now. I would like Kyle to tell me some information, though." There's no response from Kyle, so I just continue with the question.
"Alright...well it happened…just over a month ago."
"What was he doing the night that it happened?"
"He was at my house, then he walked home quite late at night…" He starts to quiver under my touch, probably reliving the memory. I really don't get the point of the questions, but I'm not the professional here, so I just keep answering. This isn't going to go well, I just know it.
"Were there any witnesses?"
"Not that I know of, right?" Kyle nods, leaning away from me now, causing my hand to fall from his knee.
"Has he told anyone of the incident, other than you of course, Stan?"
"Our friend Kenny knows, a few people at school know from another incident, our Principal knows…and his parents know." She takes notes from the answers, nodding as I speak.
"What has Kyle been doing since?"
"Well…he was at home for a while, then I told him it would be good for him to go to school…so he did for one day and then…huh…" I hesitate for a moment, wondering if telling her everything will only upset Kyle more. But for his own good, I decide it's best to continue, "something happened, and people found out…so his mom has been making him stay home ever since…"
There's a silence throughout the room as she hurries to catch up on writing things down. I wonder how many questions there are going to be, or how long this appointment is going to last. With the way Kyle looks right now, I don't know how much longer he's going to last. He looks like he's caught between bursting out in tears, and running out in anger due to the fact he's forced to be here.
"Mmm…so, being forced to go back into school so soon after an incident like this, isn't the best way to go for some people. Even if they love going to school, it's too hard to go back to that quickly." I nod, instantly feeling like shit because the whole thing was my idea.
"So, Kyle, have you done any drugs, alcohol or…anything like that?
"Dr. Lewis, that's -" I'm about to say that's kind of an inappropriate question but she cuts me off.
"Stan, after things like this, some have turned to alcohol and drugs for comfort instead of seeking help. I need to know so we can help with that as well if that's what he has turned to."
"N-no…" It's the first time Kyle has said anything since we entered this room, but his voice is so quiet it's almost inaudible. Dr. Lewis smiles gently, happy to see he's making progress in speaking. Another 20 minutes pass, quite a few moments are just silence, both of us waiting to see if Kyle will jump in and answer any of the questions. Luckily, I'm able to answer most of them for him, though.
"Kyle…are you feeling like you're responsible for what happened?" Kyle slowly nods his head, the tears he was holding back finally falling onto his hands. I move closer and rub his back and I notice Dr. Lewis eying us, watching his reaction when I make contact with him.
"Kyle…" I just want to hold him in my arms, to comfort him more than I am now. Poor Kyle, I feel so bad for him. He doesn't deserve this. He's probably one of the nicest people I've ever met, and he has a heart of gold.
"A lot of girls, and the few boys I've dealt with that had the same problem, always blamed themselves for what happened. Kyle, what happened to you isn't your fault. No one asks to be raped, no matter what they're doing or how they're acting. We're here to do everything possible for you to help you move on with your life and to recover from this. You have a wonderful friend here who seems to be willing to do anything for you." She smiles tenderly at me, her hands folded on top of the table.
We just spend a few minutes in silence, with me rubbing his back soothingly, listening to his sobbing and my chest seizes up at the thought of Kyle feeling like this is all his fault. The Psychiatrist takes a few moments to write some more notes, glancing up at us every now and then.
"Have you reported this? A lot of victims keep it hidden and don't report it when it should be reported."
"I…I did…but the officer said…unless I had tests done to prove it, they c-couldn't do anything…he said he'd keep an eye out for them…b-but I really don't think he believed m-me…" He chokes out, rubbing his sore looking eyes. Even though he's talking and answering some questions, I can tell he's really struggling to even talk.
"Did you go to the hospital? Not only for a DNA test but to check your health. There's always a possibility of contracting an STD, or HIV, especially if you don't even know who did this to you. Everything is a mystery and until you get it checked out you won't know anything."
"N-no…" He says with a hint of shame in his voice.
"Well, I'm going to call the hospital and make you an appointment for as soon as possible. I will call you with the time of the appointment, alright?" Kyle slowly nods, his sobbing slowing down a bit. His eyes meet mine and I can just see him begging for me to get him out of here.
"Kyle…please, if you can, tell me exactly what happened that night in your own words." Kyle shifts uncomfortably in the chair before he stands up abruptly, hands at his side in fists.
"No…n-no, I can't!" He suddenly runs out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I almost run out after him, but turn around to not appear rude to Dr. Lewis. I look back and fourth from her to the door, my mouth opening and closing as I try to spit words out.
"Listen, I wrote down a lot of notes from this appointment. He needs to take his time, this is a serious issue. Tell him to come in when he's ready. I've dealt with this a lot before and it takes some longer than others to talk about it."
"Thank you, Dr. Lewis." I shake her hand before running out after Kyle. I knew Kyle was a fast runner, but holy shit I didn't think he was this fast. I assume he's gone home so that's the direction I head. I look at my phone and realize that we were in her office for about an hour. It seemed like it was a lot longer than that, though.
When I reach Kyle's house, I burst inside without knocking or anything. I run up to Kyle's room and see him sitting on his bed, head in his hands. I don't speak, I only run to his side, holding him in my arms. He sobs into my shoulder and we both lie down on his bed, our bodies close together. I just desperately hope that he can seek comfort in me. Even though he doesn't return my embrace or really seem to necessarily want contact, he doesn't push me away.
We don't keep track of the time as we lay down for what seems to be hours. And maybe it has been hours, but neither of us care. We only jump up when there's a knock on Kyle's door. Shit, if his mom walks in while he's like this she's going to freak out, ask him a bunch of questions and it'll only upset Kyle more.
"Kyle! You're back? How did the appointment go?" His mom asks in an extremely concerned voice. The doorknob turns and she's about to walk in before I get up to keep the door closed. She manages to push the door open a bit and I can just see her face through the crack.
"Mrs. Broflovski…Kyle wants to be alone right now. Do you mind…um, coming back?" I whisper, looking back at Kyle on the bed for a split second. She glares at me but backs off, leaving us alone.
"Fine, but I will be talking to him later." I hear her murmur under her breath before she goes back downstairs. Poor Kyle, he's going to have to deal with her later and I won't be here to help him.
"Kyle…do you want to talk?" My voice cracks as I ask him, sitting down on the bed beside him.
"This sucks. I hate this. I don't fucking want to talk about it. I can't believe she wanted me to tell her everything that happened." There's a growl in his voice and he slams his fist down on his desk, causing a loud sound, startling me a little. His mood seems to go from depressed to angry very quickly, and because I don't know what he's going through, maybe that's normal in this situation.
"Kyle, she's a professional…she's just trying to help you."
"I don't want help...I'm not r-ready..." I nod, not really knowing what to say at this point. I don't even know what to do anymore.
He avoids my eyes as I stare at him, trying to calm him down from this sudden outburst of anger. In the back of my mind, I can't help but think how adorable he is right now and I feel terrible for thinking about this right now. His cheeks flaming red, that hair messed up from running, those perfect hazel eyes clouded with anger. I did always think he was cute when he was angry. Wait…why am I thinking he's cute? I mean, he is always cute, but I've never thought of him in that way before.
"St-Stan, w-what do I do?" His voice snaps me out of my horrible thoughts. I lean over to him and he sets his hands on my shoulder, clutching at my shirt. He looks absolutely broken and I lean forward to take him into my arms again, pulling him against me. He feels so good in my arms, so warm and he fits against me perfectly. My eyes start stinging and I can feel tears building up, but I bit my lip and hold them back. I have to, for Kyle's sake, I have to be strong.
"Kyle, just take your time. There's no rush to do anything until you're comfortable." He doesn't respond, the only noise filling the room being his sniffles and his loud sobbing into my shoulder. The only thing I can do is hold him tightly and be the best friend I can possibly be.
"Bye Mrs. Broflovski, see you later." I call out to her as I leave the Broflovski residence. I hear her call out a quick goodbye before I see her going up the stairs, probably to check on her son. Kyle finally fell asleep after about an hour after I held him and comforted him. It's already close to 9 and I didn't even know I was there that long. I've missed dinner and I would usually be starving at this point but I don't feel any pang of hunger. Kyle's sobbing noises are imprinted in my mind now, sadness and desperation calling out, begging for help but too scared to ask for it.
I feel like I need to talk to someone and my feet lead me to the only person I feel I can talk to right now. My girlfriend, Wendy. My hands fist in my pocket as I arrive at her house. A sigh escapes my lips as I take a moment before ringing the doorbell, waiting for someone to answer as I wait in the frigid air. What the hell am I even going to say?
"Stan?" A concerned, sweet voice asks, breaking me from my deep thoughts. My girlfriend is standing there, smiling at me with her arms crossed.
"Hey...can I come in?" She notices something wrong and immediately moves aside so I can make my way in. I waste no time in going in and grabbing her arm, dragging her up to her room.
"Stan, what's going on? What happened?" I don't respond, I only pull her into a tight hug, sobbing into her shoulder like Kyle did to me earlier. I couldn't cry in front of Kyle, I feel like I need to cry to someone, though. Her hands rub my back, whispering some soothing words into my ear. For some reason, Wendy's body isn't as warm as Kyle's, but I don't think of it too much right now.
"God, sorry...this is stupid." I pull back after a few minutes, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand. "Sorry, I must seem like such a pussy right now."
"No! Stan, it's okay to cry. Don't feel bad about it. We all do it now and then. What happened?" She reached up and wiped away a few stray tears with her dainty fingers.
"I went with Kyle to his appointment today. It was horrible...I shouldn't have been there with him. I know he wanted me there, but I couldn't do anything. I did my best, but I just can't c-comfort him..."
"There's only so much you can do. I think you're doing a wonderful job, Stan."
"It's just...he looked at me and it was like he was asking me 'what should I do?' and I just...I don't even know what to do or say anymore. It's like I froze and I couldn't help him."
"Stan, you need to stop worrying. Kyle will get through this, he's strong, and with you by his side, just being there for him, will help him out more than you think."
"I guess...thanks, Wendy..." We smile at each other and a thought quickly pops in my mind, "oh shit, I hope your parents won't be mad for me being here at this time."
"Nah, they're out on a date, they won't be back for a while. Did you want to stay over?"
"I'll have to call, I'm supposed to still be grounded I think. I'll call mom in a bit. I can stay for a bit, though." I lean down to press a kiss against her soft lips, tasting the sweet cherry flavor of her lip balm. Her fingers run up my chest and she places them on my still icy cheeks. I moan at the warmth her hands are providing and I place my hands on her sides.
A vision of Kyle pops in my mind, the sight of him happy and full of life like he was before all of this happened. My eyes flutter open and for a split second I see Kyle in Wendy's place and it's him I'm kissing instead. It's his hands on my cheeks, pulling me closer to deepen the kiss. It makes me happy and I feel a tingle in my chest before reality sets back in and it's long black hair instead of the curly, red hair I want to see.
Wait...what? I pull away with widened eyes as I stare into the confused face of my girlfriend. Did I really just think of Kyle when I was kissing her? No, I must just be worried about him and he's the only one I can think about right now. That must be it, I try to tell myself. She reached out and tried to touch my face again. My cheeks no longer need warmth as my face feels like it's on fire now and I back away from her.
"I...uh, have to go. Sorry Wendy. I'll see you at school! Thanks for everything!" I rush out before she has the chance to ask me what just happened.
Seriously, what is wrong with me? What's going on? I don't know why I'm having these weird thoughts about Kyle, especially when he's going through a horrible time right now. My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out to see the bright screen showing my mom's number calling.
"Hello mom..." I hold the phone slightly away from my ear, waiting for some sort of yelling from her but it never comes.
"Stanley, where are you? You should be home by now." I can tell she's mad that I'm not home yet, but she's clearly concerned as well.
"I'm on my way home, mom...I'll be there in a few minutes." I hang up and my thoughts immediately go back to Kyle and I want to go back and see how he's doing, but maybe some time away from him will do some good for me, and him as well.
I look up at the stars in the sky, feeling incredibly small at the moment and I'm wishing everything would go back to normal. Kyle's my best friend and I do love him, and my feelings are clearly changing in some way. With everything going on right now, I don't even know what I'm feeling anymore. I need time to myself to figure everything out and I think Kyle needs time to himself before he talks about what actually happened.
Time...We're young and have all the time in the world, but right now I feel like time is running out for Kyle. I don't know what is going to happen, the only thing I can do right now is wait patiently and be the best friend I can be. Even though maybe...just maybe, I don't want Kyle to just be my best friend anymore.
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