Wrong number {Style fanfic SP}

10 - Straight?

-~- (Stan's POV)

I sat on the couch. I tried to focus on the television, I really tried to watch the show. But how could I ever focus if the stupid jokes that everyone makes keep bothering me!

'Everyone' is not even exaggerated, even Pip said something about it! Shelly told me 'she knew I fancied boys'. I do not. God fucking dammit! Here I go again, I'm distracted.

I scan the screen again. What is happening now? The scene and situation was entirely different. I missed something important didn't I? I cussed, slamming my hand down on the couch.

All of a sudden I heard a doorbell ring. Curiously I slumped over to the door. "Kenny? Butters?" I speak shocked looking at my two friends.

"Stan, we wanted to talk to you." Kenny tells firmly. "Oh boy Ken, don't make it so intimidating!" Butters shoves Kenny and repeats what Kenny just said in a sweeter and more caring tone.

"About... what exactly?" I hesitate. I was lying, I knew damn well what they wanted to talk about.

"Your, well, crisis?" Kenny explains with a gesture. I bite my lip. It's not true, I am definitely not gay. I am straight, as straight as that lamp pole over there! I will always be!
But then again, I really needed to talk to someone about this. I can't bottle all these questions up.

Reluctantly I let them inside. They were standing over me as I sank into the couch.

We were all silent. Who should begin talking? Me? Or will Kenny or Butters have to start asking me questions. Should I ask them to ask me questions? What do I even do?

"Eh, Stan. Do you have a problem with your sexuality?" Butters asks. A problem? Like what, no I do not have a problem with being straight.

"How do you mean?" I mumble not looking up at them. "Do you question it?" Kenny replies for Butters.

"No! I am straight. I am sure! I am as straight as that stupid fucking lamp pole out there." I declare, pointing my finger at the lamp pole I compared my straightness to earlier.

They look outside before looking back at me again. "Then what's up?" Kenny asks.

"I don't know. My sexuality was never a problem until people started telling me I wasn't straight!" Tears well up in my eyes. Why am I crying now? This is not a problem at all I should make clear that I am straight and I like girls! That's all!

"Stan..." Butters pats my shoulder and sits beside me. He noticed me tearing up didn't he?

"Dude. Will it help if I explain to you why everyone is saying it?" Kenny also sits down next to me. We make eye contact. His eyes brows lift up as he notices the tears in my eyes. I nod slowly.

"Well uh. How do I say it." Kenny stutters. Butters taps my shoulder and I turn to him. "Let's put it this way." He begins.

"Let's say, uh, one day Clyde comes to school and he is really enthusiastic." Butters pauses and goed on when I nod. I picture it in my head.

"He says 'I met this beautiful girl yesterday!' And keeps on talking about how amazing she is."

"What do you say?" He finishes.

I pause, realizing how in this situation I am Clyde and Kyle is that theoretical girl. However it's not like that, right?

"I say..." I stop for a second out of surprise of how shaky my voice is. "I say... ha... dude... you're... in love." I mutter, hiding my face in my hands.

Butters wraps his arms around me in a hug and Kenny follows. "That's what happened with you Stan." Butters concludes.

"B-but, this is different!" I whine. "How so?" Kenny asks. "Kyle is a guy! I am straight!" I felt a tear fully form on my eyelid threatening to roll down my cheek.