Impossible - Ch. 3

Groaning, Kyle sat up in one of the cots set up in the nurse's office. He cradled his pounding head in his hands. He ached everywhere, feeling the developing bruises on his stomach, arms, legs, and jaw. He wondered how long he'd been out for as his mind flashed back to the three boys who had helped him: Stan, Damien, and Craig. Maybe he should learn how to fight so that he won't have to rely on them coming out of the woodwork like that again.

"About time you woke up," Kenny commented from the seat next to the cot Kyle was sitting up in. He'd been listening to Hollywood Undead's "City" on his MP3 Player and now turned it off.

"How long was I unconscious?"

"Well," he waited while the bell to signal eighth hour starting rang, "eighth hour just started."

"Damn." Kyle swung his legs over the edge of the cot and grabbed his black ankle high Converse. "Have you been here the whole time?"

"No, I just took over for Stan about five minutes ago." Kenny stood up when Kyle did and walked with him over to where the nurse was sitting at her small metal desk.

She signed Kyle out after giving him two Ibuprofen and telling him to take two more in four hours. Kyle and Kenny walked out of the nurse's office together in silence, but finally Kyle asked:

"Where's my backpack?"

"Stan put it in his locker," Kenny replied as he pulled out a slip of paper. "Here's his combination."

"Cool," Kyle took the slip of paper, "he wrote it down for you?"

"Uh…sure, let's say that." Kenny scratched the back of his head and laughed. He'd actually lifted the combination off of Stan's schedule at the beginning of the year so he could use his friend's locker as extra storage space.

Kyle chuckled. "Well, however you got it, thanks."

"No problem. Now," he threw an arm around his friend's shoulders, "lets go get your backpack and then get to History." Sometimes it was almost too convenient that they had eighth hour together.

Kyle winced when Kenny threw his arm around him, a welt was on the back of his neck right where the crook of Kenny's arm landed. "Hey, could we just skip class today?" The only reason he asked that was because he didn't have his homework done and the teacher - the coach of the football team - never excused any late work.

Kenny looked at Kyle with shock. The redhead never skipped class, though the blonde wasn't about to complain. "Sounds good to me. Wanna go up to Stark's Pond?"

"Yeah."

The two skipped over getting Kyle's backpack from Stan's locker and just snuck out of a side entrance near the art department the teachers never patrolled next to since it led out into a wooded area - no one was really sure why it was even there. Regardless, the woods eventually broke to Stark's Park and in the center was the pond.

As they walked through the wooded area, they talked about Stan and Butters, arguing about which one was more freaky in bed. (Of course, all Kyle had to go off of was a quick hand and blowjob, and Kenny was the one to take complete control in his relationship with Butters.)

"By the way," Kenny jumped down off of a rock and waited for Kyle to jump down next to him; they were almost to Stark's Park, "I'm sorry I couldn't be there earlier."

"It's fine." Kyle hooked his arm in Kenny's as Stark's Park came into view. The motion was so natural, something they'd done since the beginning of middle school, so neither of about it as they walked up to a bench in front of the pond. "I'm not even sure how Stan, Damien, and Craig knew about it."

"Because Damien is the son of Satan, which makes him a freak of nature," Kenny said evenly. Everyone, even Pip, agreed that Damien was strange even considering the fact that he was the son of Satan. "He probably found Stan, and Craig just happened to be nearby. While I was in one of janitor's closets with Butters." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Kyle made a face and slapped Kenny's arm playfully as he released it and they sat down. "Remember that conversation we had a month ago about keeping certain information to yourself?"

"Yeah?"

"Okay." He leaned against the back of the bench and sighed. "I don't know though, Kenny. I love Stan, but there's some part of my brain screaming that something's gonna happen if it continues."

"Like what?" Kenny reached into his back pocket for his worn dark brown leather wallet.

Kyle shrugged. "I don't know. What're you doing, Ken?"

Sighing, Kenny set his wallet down on his knee. "I'm out of money and pot," he muttered.

Kyle raised an eyebrow. "I thought Butters hated when you smoked."

"He does," Kenny sighed, "but I don't do it as often anymore." He got an idea. "Kyle," he pulled a condom out of his wallet, "I'll sell this to you for five bucks."

"What?" It wasn't that Kyle didn't think he'd need it, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to buy it so his friend could get some weed.

"Come on," Kenny leaned in close to the redhead with an arm draped around his shoulders and a smirk gracing his face, "this one's banana flavored."

Kyle turned red. "Why do you have a banana flavored condom?"

"Why not?"

He sighed. He knew better than to think Kenny was just going to give up if he continued saying "no," so he reached for his black Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess wallet in his back pocket. "Fine." He pulled out five bucks and exchanged it for the condom. "Don't say I never do anything for you."

"I could say the same for you," the blonde laughed.

"You know," the black haired, red eyed boy from earlier, Damien, walked up to Kyle and Kenny with another blonde in a thin red jacket and light gray shorts that matched the beret on his head, "Stan isn't happy that you skipped eighth hour to come to the park with Kenny."

Kyle sighed and stood up with Kenny to face Damien and his boyfriend, Pip. Walking up behind the two was the boy in blue, Craig, with another blonde in a wrongly buttoned gray jacket and dark blue skinny jeans, Tweek, Stan, and Butters. Stan definitely was not happy, his knit eyebrows said it all without him even having to open his mouth.

"Kyle," Stan pulled his boyfriend into his chest, "don't do this again! You scared me."

"Sorry Stan." Kyle rested his hands on Stan's chest and then looked at the other boys gathered around them. "So why's everyone here?"

"It's about earlier," Damien swung his legs over the back of the bench and sat there with his chins resting in his hands, "when you were attacked by Cartman. We're not necessarily going to be able to defend you, Butters for that matter should it happen again."

"Damien's right," Craig agreed as he sat on the snow covered ground next to Tweek, "just because we're the defenders doesn't mean you guys should be useless."

Kyle's eyes narrowed. "And just because fighting happens to work out for you guys doesn't mean that it's the right choice."

Stan looked down at Kyle like he was insane. "You can still say that after Cartman beat the shit out of you?"

He nodded. "Of course. I don't think fighting back will do any good."

"Oh," Pip chimed in, "but that's not true. I understand there are times when fighting back could be a bad thing, but I believe if someone's beating you up, then you should."

"I-I agree with Pip." Butters nodded. "You could've a-at least tried a bit."

"Butters," Kyle gave the innocent blonde an accusing look, "you can't say anything. You haven't fought a single person who's attacked you."

"That's only because K-Ken or someone's been there with me."

Damien nodded. "That's true. And that in itself is hard enough, we can't defend you too Kyle." He gave the redhead a hard glare. "If you're attacked again, you're going to have to fight!"

Kyle sighed and rested his head back against the Stan's chest. "Fine."

"Okay." Damien stood up off of the bench and draped an arm across Pip's shoulders. "Well, that's all I needed to say. Me and Pip need to go," he kissed Pip's forehead, "see you guys tomorrow."

With that, everyone dispersed. As they entered the Marsh house, Kyle realized no one was home and decided to apologize to Stan. He grabbed his boyfriend's hands and began pulling him up the stairs to Stan's room.