The Results
It has been a few days, it was now Friday, and rumor has it that everyone is getting their classification in their home room class, everyone's last hour.
Kyle was tiredly on his way there now with Wendy and Stan. “What do you think you got Stan?” Wendy asked curiously. “I'm not sure.” He responded. “I don't really care.” He said with a smile. Kyle smiled back, as did Wendy.
“I still know I got neutral.” Kyle grinned. “How can you be so sure?” Wendy questioned. Kyle looked at them as if they were joking. “Cuz what else could I be? I cannot be a little.” Wendy just nodded with no response and Stan once again ruffled Kyles hat with a smirk that made Kyles heart leap. “Have fun in home room.” he added. “Kay!”
Kyle then skipped merrily into the classroom to see a stack of folders in various sizes. He sat in a seat and waited patiently.
Finally after 10 minutes of talking the teacher started passing out the folders. She started to approach his desk but the folder she was holding was pretty thick for a neutral. Kyle assumed it was for the guy behind him. But he stood corrected.
The teacher placed it on his desk. He gulped fear, suddenly swallowing him whole. Why is it so thick? Aren't neutral folders only a few pages? Oh noohnoohno. Kyle felt his heart rate speed up but tried to reassure himself. Maybe I'm a caregiver? He knew that it wasn't likely Caregivers folders are much thicker than this but he didnt care. Kyle slowly opened the folder and began to read the lines:
Classification: Little - Little Age: 3-5
Kyle's heart dropped and he felt tears prick in his eyes as he started to panic. He threw his hand in the air and asked to use the restroom. He took the folder and his phone with him.
Once he got into the hallway he started crying harder and started speed walking to the bathroom. He frantically pulled out his phone and messily typed as his hands shook violently.
Kyle: Heu.
Hey, everything good? :Stan (SBF)
Kyle: Noo I nede helo
B wing bathroom? :Stan (SBF)
Kyle: yed,,,
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Kyle sat by the restroom door and breathed heavily into his own arms. What will my parents say!? I was supposed to be neutral! my friends will probably leave me behind and i’ll be a stupid loser again. Everyone hated me already and now it's going to be even worse! As the thoughts kept coming Kyle cried harder and harder and shook and took rapid short breaths.
He felt like the world was caving in on him. He just sat outside the girls bathroom and started hyperventilating.
There was suddenly a warm pair of arms wrapped around Kyle. At first he panicked until he recognized the texture of the jacket and the smell of pot covered by vanilla candles. “Breath.” Stan whispered. He breathed loudly so Kyle would follow his breathing paterns and let Kyle cling to him.
Stan simply pet Kyles hair after slyly slipping the hat off his head while Kyle lay in his lap calming down and breathing slowly and slightly whimpering every so often.
Stan put his hand on Kyles back and rubbed it slowly. “Are you ready to talk about it?”
Kyle really didn't want to tell him because what if Stan didn't want to be around him because he was a little. But Kyle couldn't not tell him! He came halfway across the school in the middle of class just to calm Kyle down. “I'm scared…” Kyle whispered. Stan sighed. “It's okay, take your time…”
Stan looked at where the folder lied and sighed. “Is this about your classification?” Kyle gripped on tighter to Stans jacket, hiding his face in the cloth. “Did you get little?” Kyle started crying again.
“Okay, okay!” Stan said worriedly. “It’s okay! Look at me.” Kyle sat up and wiped his eyes and sniffed so snot wasn't running down his face. “It’s okay that you're a little. Nothings wrong with that.” Kyle looked down at his own lap.
“I promise you that. Here!” Stan held out a pinky to Kyle. “I pinky promise everything is going to be okay and it’s okay you’re a little.”
Kyle looked up and scooted towards Stan. “How do you know?” Stan looked at Kyle softly. “I’ll make sure everything is okay.” Kyle paused and thought about it. He quickly took the pinky into his own.
Stan stood up and grabbed the folder. “Now. Why don’t we look through this together?”
Stan reached out a hand for Kyle. Kyle took it merrily and got pulled up. “Do you want to come over after school to go through it? That way we can take as long as we need. Does that sound good?” Kyle nodded shyly. “Yes please.” Stan smiled.
“Okay! Great! Now you should get back to class. Afterschool, just wait out at the front of the building for me.” Kyle smiled. “Kay. I'm gonna go now.” Stan gave a firm head nod.
“Text me if you need anything.” “Okay.” Kyle and Stan split ways and headed back to their own classes.
When Kyle got back to his class everyone was talking about their classifications. As expected most people got neutral besides two others who got caregiver.
Clyde looked to Kyle. “Hey dude what did you get?” Kyles heart skipped a beat. “Neutral, duh.”
Kyle lied through his teeth.
Clyde was all about being manly, how would being a little be manly?
“Cool! I got neutral too.” “Nice.” The bell interrupted their conversation.
Kyle waved goodbye to Clyde and continued to walk.
He was looking for Kenny and Butters or any of his friends for that matter.
He only could find Butters. “Hey…” Butters said, sounding a little down. “Hi.” Kyle said plainly.
“...So what did you get?” Kyle asked after a moment of silence. Butters looked away. “...Little…” He mumbled.
Kyle perked up and he smiled. “Really?” “Yeah… I know it’s dumb bu-” Kyle interrupted him. “So am I!” He exclaimed, happy one of his friends was also a little. “What?” Butters asked grinning. “Yeah! We’re a smol duo!” Butters gave Kyle a hive five.
When backing away he got a good look at Kyle. “Kyle... you look exhausted and you got stains all over your face!” Kyle remembered how he had just sobbed his eyes out and had an anxiety attack. Not to mention he did not sleep good last night.
“Heh… yeah, I didn’t take the news very well…” Butters had a face of concern. “Oh, hamburgers...are you okay?” Kyle gave Butters a thumbs up. “Totally, just needed to calm down. Stan helped too.” Butters smiled “Good.”
Kyle remembered what Stan said. “Speaking of which I gotta go meet him outside. See you later!” Butters looked surprised but didn't have the time to ask because Kyle was already heading to the door.
Kyle sat on one of the benches outside. He simply watched his feet kick back and forth as he waited. He noticed the voice of his ex and his friends.
Kyle looked up, one of the people's boyfriends were walking towards the group but caught Kyle looking at him. He gave a wave and a smile.
Him and Kyle were actually on decent terms and Kyle didn't see him as a jerk like the others who were friends with that group.
Kyles ex gave Kyle a dirty look and Kyle quickly looked down and continued waiting.
A few minutes of stares and side glances from the group passed. Don't they have somewhere to be!? Come on Staaann…
As if he was summoned Stan came jogging up to Kyle. “Sorry about that! I was talking to the coach, then Wendy wanted to talk about something important, I really should have messaged you.” Stan sighed.
Kyle grinned at his presence. “It’s okay! I was just bored.”
Stan looked at the group behind him and saw the manipulative boy. Who now looked frustrated and still was looking at Kyle with side stares. “Do you need me to say something?” Kyle shook his head no. “Lets just go.”
When Kyle stood up he was suddenly off the ground and picked up bridal style. Kyle let a squeak of surprise slip from his vocal chords. “Off we go!” Stan started jogging again. Kyle was a giggling flustered mess. “StAaNn!!” Kyle squealed as they stopped.
“You’re such a goofball!” Stan put the smaller boy down and then dug out his keys.
“That was fun but a new form of transportation is needed.” Stan unlocked his Ford and jumped into the front seat and waited for Kype to get in and buckle. “We locked and loaded?” Stan asked. “Yep!” Kyle gave a thumbs up. “Lets go!”
The drive was nice. Stan lmoved just out into the country in 6th grade so Kyle got to see all the farm animals and the large field of crops.
Kyle thought the country was so pretty. He especially loved it when there were a bunch of trees and they drove under them and the sun just barely peaked out of the leaves.
Stan had radio music playing softly. Kyle hated the radio and hated all the stupid ads. It always reminded him of when he used to get grounded a bunch for the stupidest reasons.
Kyle probably didnt get grounded as much as Butters but he still got into a lot of trouble esspecially when he was 10.
“Hey Stan?” he asked gently. “What is it buddy?” The name buddy made Kyle feel nice. “Can we listen to music? Like our music?” Stan smiled. “Of course! The AUX is right there.” Stan nodded his head to signal at the AUX cord. “You can use my phone, listen to whatever you please.”
Kyle set everything up and went to play Weary by Mal Blum but stopped before he clicked on the song. Is there anything in this song that he wouldn't like? Would he find this song annoying? Was this so-
“You good bud?” Stan glanced at Kyle in concern as he interrupted his thoughts. “Yeah, sorry. Do you mind if I listen to Mal Blum?” Stan chuckled. “You can listen to anything you’d like. As long as I'm listening to it with you i’ll be fine.”
Kyle grinned and clicked the song and started humming along. Stan looked at him out of the corner of his eye and smiled softly.
Kyle noticed and quieted down in fear of being too loud. “You can sing buddy.” Kyle felt warm and safe and he started singing the lyrics softly.
A few songs later and they were pulling into the driveway. Stan locked the doors after they unloaded their stuff from the rusty truck.
They went into a modest home and Stan led Kyle down a flight of basement stairs. “My room is a bit of a mess, so im gonna quickly throw some stuff around.” Stan scratched the back of his head. “Okay.” Kyle said sheepishly.
As they walked into Stan's room Kyle smelled vanilla and the slightest hint of pot but it was barely noticeable.
Stan had started smoking pot a few years back and gave up alcohol. He said he figured pot was at least a little less damaging the beer and it still made him feel nice.
The walls were a light grey and had some band posters up as well as a Pansexaul pride flag above his computer and desk. His bed was torn apart but Kyle sat down anyway.
Stan scrambled around the room and picked up clothes frantically.
Kyle looked over at the egress window that had black out curtains that were drawn back.
Kyle examimed the stuff in the window but quickly looked away when he saw that it was a bowl and a tin can with what he was assuming had weed in it.
Stan noticed Kyle jump and went to the window. “Sorry!” He said picking it up and putting it away in a shoe box in his closet. “No, i’m sorry. I shouldn't have been so nosey… I didn’t know what it was, I wasn’t messing with it.”
Stan sat down next to Kyle. “Hey, I know. You’re fine. If you ever wanted some you could just ask.”
Kyle felt nervous and started fidgeting with the hem of his jacket.
“But if you don't want to I won't force you!” Stan added. “Just if you’re ever interested, tell me. You don't even have to pay me and I'll even help you, if you need it. That’s all I was saying.” Kyle giggled. “Okay.”
Stan nodded. “Alright! Does your mom know you’re here?” Kyle nodded. “Mhm, she thinks we're working on a project… I couldn't tell her…” Kyle looked down feeling a little ashamed.
Stan scooted closer and wrapped his arm around Kyle. “I pinky promised something, and you can't break a pinky promise”
Kyle hugged Stan tightly. “They can’t find out… They hate littles.” Stan sighed. “They won’t find out.” Kyle looked up at Stan confused. “How do you know?” Stan looked around the room then got up and held out his arms.
“You’ll only be little here!” Kyle looked shocked. “Are you sure? Wouldn’t that get annoying? Wouldn’t my mom get suspicious?” Stan chuckled. “Your mom loves me and trusts me more than the rest of your friends.” Kyle chuckled. “Yeah I guess you're right."
Stan smiled crouched down and got out a folder from his backpack. He sat back on the bed and looked at Kyle, patting beside him. “You ready?” Kyle scooted over to Stan. “I guess… ready as I’ll ever be.” Stan gave a side smile. “Good enough.”
He opened the folder and read through the first page that just went over simple things about Kyles little space personally. Stuff like, Little age, independent or dependent, verbal or non verbal. Most of these things were done on a level or scale. It was out of 10 for them all.
For independent or dependent Kyle got a 7/10. 1 being completely independent and 10 being completely dependent. “Looks like you’re gonna need a caregiver… but we’ll worry about that later.”
Kyle didn’t think about it till now but started to wonder what Stan got. Did he get caregiver? What about Wendy? Kyle wondered, almost hopefully. He was going to ask but figured Stan would've told him if he wanted Kyle to know.
Next was verbal or Non verbal. 1 being completely verbal and 10 being completely non verbal. Kyle got a 3/10. Underneath was a few asterisks.
* Little may be shy in little space around strangers or new people, this may cause the little to be non-verbal.
* Littles speech is slurred and different from normal speech.
“Good to know!” Stan said. He looked down at Kyle. “You okay?” Kyle gave a quiet. “Mhm.”
Stan looked down at the page. “I gotta admit Kyle, you’re a pretty cute little.” Kyle looked at Stan in surprise. “W-whAt?” His voice cracked.
Stan chuckled. “I'm just saying, it seems like you’re an energetic, clingy toddler. Anyone would be lucky to be your Caregiver.” Kyle smiled. “T-thank you…”
Stan smiles and flips the page. The next section was little gear. It went over different things that would help Kyle go into his little space. Stuff like pacifiers, sippy cups, toys, bath stuff, and clothes.
The next page was about food and the last few pages were about places to go to get little gear. There were shops that were specifically designed for littles and caregivers but you could usually find a small ilse for littles in bigger company stores.
There was also a 50 dollar gift card for little gear.
Stan smiled and shut the folder. “Well? What’cha think? Is being a little still bad?” Kyle looked to the side. “...no…” He mumbled. “But i'm still nervous! I don't know how i’m going to do this! What if my parents find out?” Kyle let out a gasp. “Or my friends!? How am I gonna find a caregiver? And how am I ever going to get any little gear!? Also will this mess with school? Stan i’m scared!”
Kyle hugged Stan and shoved his face into Stans chest. Stan sighed. “Don’t worry, you’ve got this. Your parents won't know because you’ll keep everything here, and we can get said everything together. I’m sure your friends don't care if you're a little and if they do, they’re not the right friends, You can’t help what you got on the classification test.”
Kyle let go of Stan. “Thank you… I’d never be able to do this alone…” Stan pet Kyles head gently. “I’m always going to be here for you.”
Kyle suddenly let out a huge yawn. Stan blinked a few times out of shock before giggling. “Looks like someones sleepy.”
Kyle pouted. “No! I just didn’t sleep well last night…” Stan's face dropped. “Again?”
Kyle looked away. “It’s hard… I hate sitting alone in the silence… my brain starts running.” Kyle wasn’t lying. Whenever he went to go to sleep he would start thinking bad things about his friends hating him or his family. This led to him staying up late, trying to distract himself. Stan knew this too.
Stan sighed and looked at his phone. “Lay down.” Kyle looked at him shocked and confused. “I-i uhh wh- what?” He tripped over his words. Stan got off the bed and pulled back the covers. “Lay down. It’s almost 5, You can eat dinner here and I’ll cook while you nap.”
Kyle was already sitting by the pillows but wasn't lying down or was under the covers. He looked at Stan. “My mom-” Stan interrupted Kyle. “I’ll call her.”
Kyle looked down and started fidgeting with his hoodie again, staying silent. He wasn't going to be able to sleep without a stuffed animal. How was the boy supposed to ask for that?
Stan looked at him, confused as to why he wasn’t lying down yet. “What's wrong buddy?” Kyle looked away and mumbled his want. “I can’t sleep without a… st..u..ff..ie.” Kyle mumbled the words into his hoodie, feeling embarrassed.
Stan's face softened and he walked over to his closet and dug out an old stuffed rabbit. He handed it to Kyle, sitting on the bed and Kyle took it and gave it a big squeeze as he flopped down into the bed.
Stan pulled the covers over him and ruffled Kyles now exposed hair once more.
Stan stood up to leave but Kyle grabbed a hold of his shirt. Stan sighed and sat next to Kyle. “I guess I can get take out… what do you want?” Kyle laid in Stans lap. “Dont care… Money’s in bag though, I gotta 20, use it to pay at least a part of it.” he mumbled tiredly. “Chinese it is!” Stan pulled out his phone, ignoring the money statement.
“I should call your mom first.” Kyle gave a hum of acknowledgement as he listened.
The phone rang once or twice before the similar sound of Kyles mom could be heard. “Hello?” Stan kept petting Kyle. “Hiya!” “Oh hello Sta ! How is the project coming along?”
Stan looked at Kyle with a smirk. “It’s going great actually!”
“Good, hopefully Kylie is doing some work as well?” Kyle flinched in Stan's lap and looked at the blankets with a solemn look in his eyes. “Uh, yea, she’s working super hard.” Stan was cringing. “Good. Now what do you need?”
“Well…” Stan was obviously thinking through what to say. “I just wanted to warn you that i’m ordering food forrr…” He dragged out ‘for’ so he could think of what to say. “The both of us! I'm getting us dinner now and wanted to tell you.” “Oh! Of course! Thank you. Kylie should have some money in her bag, use that to pay for her food.” Stan hummed but held an upset face. “Kay, will do.” They said there were fair wells and hung up.
Stan looked down at Kyle who was staring at the blankets intensely. “I’m sorry Kyle. I know you’re a tough boy and I'm sure in time, you mom will learn that too.”
Kyle just hugged the stuffed animal tightly. Kyle felt a hand on his shoulder, rub up and down in a soothing tone.
Stan sunk into the bed and let Kyle lay his head on Stan's chest. Stan started humming a song he knew Kyle loved. Kyle melted in the feeling and completely relaxed.
Kyle felt his eyelids get heavy. He felt soft, warm, safe, and happy. Almost floaty.
Right before he fell asleep he let out a small. “Tank oo.”