Maybe So

So I'm going to be honest I wrote this chapter like a week ago and just forgot to post it. I am so sorry for that. Anyway here you go guys.

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To say Kyle was exhausted would have been an understatement. He laid in bed staring up at his ceiling. It wasn't like he wasn't trying to sleep; he's been laying there for hours. But he also couldn't close his eyes, otherwise the vision from the other night would flash before his eyes. It nagged at him, eating away at what little bit of sanity he could claim to hold in this tired state. He felt dumb, stupid for just running away. He couldn't face Stan, he even turned his phone off for days just to avoid the inevitable.

There was a quiet knock on his door. He turned around to face his wall, pretending to be asleep. He didn't respond as his mother pushed open the door. "Bubba, Stan is here to see you."

"I'm still not feeling well mom." Kyle replied quietly. His mother simply nodded, not like he could see anyway, and closed the door. He reached forward, grabbing the large yellow dog pillow in front of him. A price Stan won for him on Valentine's Day.

Pretending to be sick to avoid school and his friends, only something reserved for the most desperate of times. Kyle remembers when he was younger, there was one time he was so sick he could hardly move. They were only ten at the time. It happened to be a snow day and he was stuck inside.

"Kyle, your little friends came to see you." His mother chimed, holding the door open to let the three boys in.

"Hey dude." Stan first, the first to his side, the first to say hi to him. Thinking back Stan had always been first for Kyle. Cartman and Kenny followed. Cartman leaned his sled against the wall.

"Come on, it's a snow day!" Kenny let out a muffled cheered through his parka.

"I can't play today." Kyle spoke breaking to couch a couple times. "I'm sick."

"Oh come on you asshole, get up!" Cartman barked tugging on the blanket covering Kyle's body. He tore it away from the boy with little resistance. Kyle was too weak to fight back, or even yell.

"Give me that!" Stan yanked the blanket back from the brunette, throwing it back over Kyle and tucking him in. "He's too sick to play your stupid games today Cartman."

"Whatever. Come on, we'll just go sledding without him." Cartman grabbed the red sled from next to the door and walked out.

Kenny was following behind, but stopped to look back at Stan. "Hey, you comin?"

"I'll catch up in a bit, you guys go ahead." He sighed. Kenny nodded, closing Kyle's door behind him as he left. Stan made his way back over to Kyle's bed and gently pushed him over a bit. He then proceeded to climb in next to him, wrapping them both in blankets.

Kyle coughed, staring through tired lidded eyes at his friend. "Stan, you should go play."

Stan shook his head, snuggling into the warm covers. "It's warmer here."

"But you'll get sick." Kyle struggled to sit up, giving up after Stan threw his arm over him to keep him down.

"Kyle, dude. You're my Super Best Friend." Stan smiled happily. "I'd rather be sick here with you, than out there with anyone else."

Kyle couldn't help but melt at the statement. He sighed, relaxing his body as Stan huddled in closer to him. "You're really dumb, you know that?"

"Yeah. But you love me regardless."

Kyle's eyes fluttered open, staring at the blue bracelet Stan had given him. It was a dream, he'd actually managed to get some sleep. Looking over at the clock he'd read it as only three hours, but hey, he supposed that was better than nothing.