Letters To Kyle

Chapter 28

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Stan sat down on my couch and Pete handed him the cup of water. He took a sip, and I sat down across from him. "Stan I love you too, but only as my best friend. To be completely honest I don't know who I love at the moment." Yes I used to have romantic feelings for Stan, but they fizzed out. "Besides someone else likes you."

"Wait you thought. Oh! Kyle what I meant by love I meant only as a friend or brother." I nodded and I saw Pete relax. "So... Someone likes me? Is it Wendy?!"

"Um guys... Shouldn't we get back to the murder situation?" Pete mentioned and I nodded. "So you think Cartman didn't do it?"

"Yeah! I mean why would he? Sure he did tone of messed up things in the past like the chili incident, but he's changed since then." I explained and Stan rolled his eyes.

"Kyle. We both know he would kill if he wanted to!" Stan tells me and I shake my head. "No? No!? Kyle do you realize who he fucking is?!"

"What if it's Tony?" Stan and I look at Pete. "I mean Kyle told me that Tony guy seemed off after he confessed..."

Stan rolled his eyes again and stood up. He motioned to Pete as he stared at me. "If anyway has been acting off is you Kyle! Since you got that first letter from Cartman you've been acting different like some some..."

"What Stan?!" I hissed.

"Some fa-" I heard the crack of knuckles before I realized what happened. Pete had hit Stan. Stan held his cheek and stared at Pete. "What the fuck?!"

"Don't you dare even think about calling him that again!" Pete yells. It was the first time in years I saw Pete stand up to someone. "I should have known you were homophobic." Pete hissed.

Stan just stared at him before grabbing his coat and leaving. Pete sat back down and we just sat there. It seemed like hours before I spoke. "He's not homophobic. He's just angry I haven't been hanging out with him as much as you. You could smell the alcohol on his breath as well."

Pete shook his head. I know Stan wasn't homophobic. Pete stood up and went upstairs. I fell asleep downstairs. Or at least I tried to sleep. A lot of thoughts were going through my head.

Why did Cartman confess to the crime?

What if the killer is still out there?

What if the killer really is Tony?

What if... What if it really is Cartman?

No. No no no. It's not Cartman! I can't... No I won't believe it's him.

The next morning my neck was killing me. I didn't sleep much and Pete was making breakfast. I got up and walked over to him. "You know you don't have to do this, right?"

"Well I punched your best friend last night and I'm spending a few nights here so its a way to pay you back." Pete told me.

I sat down and a lot of thoughts went threw my head. "I hate life."

"Sorry bud... Stan came over." I instantly sat up. "He said he sent Butters to talk to Cartman and he was sorry."

I nodded and looked down at my phone. I saw messages from Stan, Tony, and Kenny.

Stan: I'm sorry about last night

Kenny: I heard about what happened to Cartman. Pete massaged Craig and he told me.

Tony: Can you meet me at the park?

I gulped. Tony wants to meet up... I sent him a quick massage saying no, and placed my phone in my pocket. Pete handed me a plate and sat across from me with his own.