This chapter covers a lot of time. It might be longer than usual. This might be the last one too… I tired to make this chapter good so that it would make up for me not updating soon enough even though I promised I would.

My sleep only lasted 3 hours. It was 6 am when I woke back up, and everyone else was still sleeping. Nurses still wandered in and out of the room quietly as to not wake anyone. The doctors stopped coming in and out for a while and I leaned my head against Stan's bed, silently praying to Moses that he would recover. An hour of my blank stare into nothing led me to begin crying again.

This time was worse than before. I couldn't control it as I started sobbing. With my face stained with tears, I tried my hardest to stop. The harder I tried, the more tears poured down my face. No one heard my cries, the way I was hoping they wouldn't luckily.

Reaching for a tissue on the side table next to me, I dried the tears and finally controlled myself. I couldn't cry like this. I wouldn't have wanted Stan to see me upset and I knew he probably didn't want to see me cry either.

Continuing my blank stare towards the wall, I heard a rustling in the bed next to me. I quirked both of my eyebrows and rotated myself to see Stan turning in his bed. I kept quiet for long enough to wait for his following actions.

His front side was now faced to me. His eyes, tired and weakly opened as I stared into his dark brown gaze, now fully alert. He stares back too. I held back all of my excitement with a determined face.

"K… ky?" Asks the woken and disoriented ebon haired boy.

I can't utter a single word, but try to push myself to do so. "Stan? Are you okay?" I try to keep my sentence short and simple so he can easily comprehend what I'm saying.

"I'm fine, why are you here?"

"Why wouldn't I be here? Every body's here. We love you Stan. I love you. What gave you the idea that I didn't?"

"T..the way you acted before. You made it seem like you didn't want me or need me in your life. I saw you with Kenny. It killed me that you would think I would just go on living without you and that I loved Wendy. Dude… I was in shock mode. It was so hard to take in what was going on. I never imagined anything like that to happen, so I figured that meant we were over for good," I take in his words and gently shake my head.

"Did you ever think that maybe the two of us could have had some more time to talk about it? I wouldn't have chose suicide as my first option. It wasn't the brightest idea. Maybe if we spent some time later than that to work things out, we could have solved our problems that way. Instead you're sitting here in a hospital bed."

His eyes drew away from mine, "I'm sorry Ky. You're right."

"Don't apologize to me. I knew you weren't thinking straight at the time. If anything, I should be apologizing to you. I shouldn't have been so negative and kept doubting you. I think it's just who you are that made me doubt our relationship so much."

"What do you mean, who I am?"

"Who you are in general, think about it. You're the head of the football team. And me, what am I? I'm a nerdy little redheaded Jew," I emphasized pointing to my glasses, "They don't go along together."

"Maybe that's the thing. Maybe our differences are the things that bond us so well."

"What are you saying?"

"Two people that are alike, you see, they already know everything about each other. Their lives can't be all that exciting when they do the same activities every day. Those two can't ever learn anything new about the other," he let a light smirk play his features as he continued, "But us, we're different. We can always have different things planned. We can learn new things about each other every day. I bet there's a world of things I don't know about you."

"Well I guess you're right," I reply, looking up at him and melding his hand together with mine.

"I know I am. Kyle, I do love you. I suppose what I did was a little too hastily and a bit un-called for, but I know I won't do it again. As long as you're always in my life with me, I'll be the happiest damn kid in South Park, maybe even the country. People who don't know you, they don't know what they're missing out on."

"Do you always know how to make someone smile?"

"No. I just know how to make you smile," I lean up to him and place a soft kiss on his lips..

"I love you, Stan."

"Not as much as I love you."

"So back onto the other topic," I begin, slightly pulling my hand away from his, "Didn't you realize everyone else would miss you?"

He nodded, "I was well aware, but obviously didn't put to much thought into it."

"Why jump out of a window?"

"I couldn't think of anything else. I just wanted to end things then and there."

"Just don't do it again, okay Stan? You worried me. I didn't think you would make it out. Not even the doctor was convinced that you would."

"Well I'm fine now, so don't think about it anymore. Let's enjoy this moment right now."

Of course, that moment didn't decide to last very long.

"Stanley! Oh my baby! Are you alright?" Stan's mom came rushing from her spot and stood in front of Stan, a nervous wreck.

"Yeah mom, I'm okay. It'd be great if you didn't bother me right now. It's not a good time. I just woke up."

She immediately nodded and sat back down with an ecstatic smile upon her face. She watched intently as Stan and I talked. She wasn't the only happy one.

"I'm just so glad you're alright."

"It's a good thing."

I hopped onto the hospital bed next to him, careful not to sit on any of his wires and I extended my arm around him. With his head leaned on my shoulder, he brought our faces together and met our lips to touch once again. We let our tongues into the mix and let them explore each other's mouths. I touched every crevice of his mouth, as did he. This wasn't something I wanted to stop. I wanted this moment to last forever.

We broke apart for air. The dark haired boy moved his soft lips to my neck, where he began to place a light kiss. He opened his mouth a little, sucking lightly on the side of my neck. I barely closed my eyes, moving my hands to play with the back of his hair. I'd almost forgotten that his mom was still there, most likely watching.

Parting for the last time, I looked to his mom to see a smile upon her face still. Her eyes were brimming with tears as a hand laid across her chest.

"You two are adorable."

A blush crept across my cheeks and I looked towards my lover.

"I can't wait till I get out of here. We're gonna have so much fun," that prompted a laugh from his mother.

People woke up on by one, also excited to see Stan alright. He told them he didn't want to be bothered and they let him be, surprisingly enough. The joy never left my heart that day. When the doctor told us that Stan was making an amazing recovery, they estimated he'd be out within a week.

Lucky him.

Lucky me.

The day came that Stan was let out. Being taken back into school, he was pretty upset that he'd broken a leg. It meant no football for him. He'd wished he could have broken his arm instead, so that he didn't have to write.

He came over every other day, if not daily. We'd do what we could, as long as it meant no sex.

Still, blowjobs we're always fun too, and my mom didn't even care that we did that.

Stan came over my house one night to sleep over like he had every Friday and some weekdays. His leg was healed up by then, so he figured try something new.

"Kyle?" He asks, setting down his pencil to take a pause from his homework. I look up from mine too, taking off my glasses for a moment before speaking a response.

"What is it?"

"Do you wanna top?"

"Do I? Like… now?"

He nods and smirks. "I mean… we had sex once… and I topped that time. I want you to show me what you've got."

A grin plasters my face too. Not hesitating to nod, I push my chair out from the desk and stand.

"Good. You're in control this time."

My mind began racing once again. I ran from the room and to the kitchen. He called after me but I paid little attention, rummaging through the fridge and pulling out a bottle. I held the bottle behind my back and ran to my room again.

"Where'd you go?"

"The kitchen."

"Why?"

"You'll see," I say. He simply shrugs as I command him to do a few things. "Lay down on the bed. Close your eyes and don't open them until I say so." He nods and does as he is told. I smirk and walk towards him lying on the bed, standing by his side and sliding his pants down his smooth thighs. Even after nothing, a small bulge is rising in his boxers.

His eyes are still shut tight and I remove his boxers as well. Making my way towards him, I sit on his legs, slightly below his cock, and begin to jerk him off. Running my slim fingers up and down his shaft, he tries to hold back loud moans, and instead attempted to make them as quiet as possible. When I can feel that he's completely hard, I take the bottle, and spray the contents onto his cock. With the sound it makes, it's not hard for him to figure out what it is.

"Dude? Is that whip cream?" He opens one eye and stares down towards me.

"It is. Now keep your eyes closed."

"Why did you cover my dick in whipped cream?" He questions with a confused face, then closing his eye again.

"I wanted to see if it was possible for you to get any sweeter." I lightly smile, as does he, but before he can answer I begin to suck the whipped cream from his member. I can hear him let those same moans escape the back of his throat. After licking it clean, I turn him around unexpectedly. He's only merely taken aback but gets adjusted. I spit into my hand, and then lather my length with it.

I pull Stan so that he's facing the opposite direction of me. I take one of my fingers into my mouth and invade Stan. Once he's used to that, I get a second in, and three is the max I get to before he almost starts screaming. Pulling my fingers away, I position myself behind him, holding onto his hips and letting myself enter.

"Ahh.. oh god.. Ky.."

I can imagine from experience what it's like to be on the bottom for the first time. I can't crack a smile because of the feeling I'm going through. All I can do is continue on with my work and see how Stan likes it.

Stan's hands grip to the sheets of my covers, and his arms start to shake.

"A..am I hurting y…you?" I manage, giving another push with more force.

"Don't stop."

I listen to him and obey, taking a tighter hold around his waist, getting into a smooth and steady rhythm. Being the one fucked this time, I know he likes it. I reach my hand around his stomach and grab a hold of his cock, running my hand up and down again.

The ebon haired boy's throbbing member twitches and does so once or twice. He's already coming to a release point. Extracting his excess all over my bed, I move my hand away for a moment. I don't even care at all.

5 minutes of this wonderful sensation comes to an end when I too exit into Stan. He falls forward on the bed, turning around and grabbing my body to fall on top of his. I lay my head on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat.

I feel content and calm for once in the past month.

"Kyle, I love you so much."

"I can say the exact same for you Stanley."

"Did you just call me Stanley?"

My face turns a bit red and I continue to lay my head there. "Y..yeah."

"I like it." I sigh in relief and take a deep breath.

I had never been so in love.

Well that's the end of my story! I hope you liked it, because I tried my best to end it well. I was going to have a few other chapter after this, because I planned it to be a lot longer, but as you can see, there's really nothing left to write about. I don't want this story to end. Maybe I'll make a sequel sometime? Well anyways, I've been meaning to say something, because a few people have been questioning me about my age, but I'm 13 years old. I never mentioned that because I was afraid I would be looked at differently for being so young…

That's it.

And congratulations to me for completing my first story! Haha don't worry I don't need a congrats, though it would be nice. I'm just happy I actually finished one. I hate ending stories… D: I hope maybe you'll read my other ones too… that would be nice! Review and give me all of your comments and opinions on this story. Tell me if I should make a sequel or not. 8D

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