Love Or Death
Dreams Of A Jewish Boy.
LOVE OR DEATH
By DeadKenny (DeadKenny508@hotmail.com)
WARNING: Rated R for Language, Possible Stan/Kyle slash. Angst and Possible Suicide, plus OOC, later on. If there is a “later on”.
DISCLAIMER: If Stan and Kyle were mine, and not Matt Stone and Trey Parker’s and also not Comedy Central’s property, I’d be a very wealthy man right about now.
Chapter 1: Dreams Of A Jewish Boy.
“I love you, Kyle... ”
“Love you too, Stan... ”
They kissed.
Kyle woke up with an annoyed sigh. That damn dream again. How many nights in a row had he had that dream now? About three? It was starting to piss him off.
What made it worse was that he didn’t have ANY romantic feelings for his Best Friend. No loving designs on Stan. At first, Kyle believed it to be just a phase. Yet, for some reason, it continued to haunt him every single night, filling his sleeping mind with that same scenario night after endless night.
Ordinarily, the Jewish boy wouldn’t have had a problem with it. In fact, he probably would’ve enjoyed it one time. But after three nights of dreaming that same dream 3 evenings in a row, it was starting to drive him nuts.
“Why me?” He sighed, burying his face in his hands.
Okay, he had to see Stan at this point. Maybe explaining his dream to his best friend would get rid of it and clear his mind.
Pulling on his street clothes, Kyle got out of bed and slid the bedroom window up.
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Stan woke up with a happy sigh. That awesome dream again. How many nights in a row had he had that dream now? About three? It was starting to make him love sleeping.
What made it better was the romantic feelings he had for his Best Friend. His loving designs for Kyle were the strongest emotions he’d ever known. At first, he’d though it was just a phase. Yet, for obvious reasons, it continued to pleasure him every night, filling Stan’s sleeping brain with that same wonderful scenario night after endless, incredible night.
Ordinarily, the Raven-haired boy wouldn’t have thought twice about it. In fact, he probably would’ve forgotten it one time. But after three nights of dreaming that same cool dream 3 evenings in a row, it was starting to make him wonder.
“Am I gay?” He pondered, burying his chin in one hand.
Okay, he had to see Kyle right now. Maybe explaining his dream to his best friend would answer some things and clear his mind.
Pulling on clothes and his winter jacket, Stan got out of bed and slid his window up.
DING-DONG.
Stopping half-way through his exit by the sound of the doorbell, Stan pulled his body, which was half outside the house, half-way in, all the way back though his bedroom window and went downstairs to the Living Room.
His heart leaped for joy when he saw who had come to visit, even at this late hour. It must’ve been a sign from God that Kyle was here just as Stan was on his way out to go visit him.
“Stan, I need to talk to you about something. It’s kinda important.”
“I have to tell you something important, too, Kyle.”
“Can I come in? It’s fucking freezing out here.”
Stan moved out of the doorway, allowing Kyle access to the warm recesses of the Marsh house, and followed Kyle, shutting and locking the door behind him.
Okay, I wasn’t gonna to end this chapter there, but then I decided that if you guys want to know what happens next, then I want you to review. Only by getting at least 5 reviews will I make another chapter.
So let’s start reviewing, please, people. I want to finish this story as much as you probably want me to. But it ain’t gonna happen unless without public interest.
DeadKenny