Hello! I have a new story for you all! This is one of my favorite pairings, Style! So I hope you enjoy reading this one-shot almost as much as I enjoyed writing it.

DISCLAIMER - Sadly I do NOT own Stan, Kyle, or anyone else from South Park. I also do NOT own South Park...its sad really :P

"I love you, Kyle." He whispers in my ear. "I love you so goddamn much."

I turn towards him and see the face I have seen everyday for as long as I can remember. The face that I have long to hear those words from since fourth grade.

"Stan." I purr as he wraps his arms around me lovingly.

Stan opens his mouth to say more sweet words to me but all I hear is "BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"

I snap my eyes open and slam my hand on top of my cursed alarm clock.

"Stupid piece of shit, always waking me up in the middle of my good dreams." I mutter as I flip the covers off of me. I try to get up from the bed but something is holding onto me. "What the fuck?"

I look over to see Stan clinging onto me. "Stop moving." he mutters into the mattress as he draws me closer.

"Uh, Stan?" I say quietly as not to wake Cartman or Kenny who are sleeping on the floor.

"What?" he grumbles.

"You need to let go." I say, trying to keep the sadness out of my voice, I really am enjoying this but I don't want Cartman to see us.

Stan mumbles something but I can't hear him. "What did you say?" I ask.

Stan lifts his head and stares at me with tired eyes and his hat askew. "I said, 'I don't want to.' and I meant it. So go back to sleep, it's only...6:45?" he says amazed. He looks up at me. "Who wakes up before the sun on a weekend?" he asks me.

"I do." I state before I try to exit the bed. Stan's grip tightens and he yanks me back into the bed. I yelp as I fly backwards and land on top of Stan. "Oh, Stan. I'm so sorry!" I stutter as I try to roll off him.

Stan shakes his head and wraps his arms around me, like I'm his teddy bear or something. "Dude, stop fighting. Just stay here and sleep with me." he mutters tiredly, giving me a tiny smile.

"But...but...what about Cartman?" I finally ask.

Stan opens one eye and peers at me. "What about him?"

"What if he sees us like this? He'll make jokes." I explain.

"Dude, he was making jokes when I got into bed with you." Stan says.

"He did?"

"Yeah, you were already asleep and I was getting under the covers, Cartman saw me and made a joke. So as a response, I punched him in the arm and told him if I heard anymore, it would be his face the next time." Stan said, smiling up at Kyle proudly.

"You punched Cartman for me?" Kyle asked in surprise. Stan was considered a bigger wimp than Butters in the fact that he wouldn't hurt anyone off the football field.

"Of course, dude." Stan says with a yawn. "I love you after all."

My heart skips a beat when I became aware of what he had just said. I watch as Stan's eyes widen when he too notices what he had uttered.

"I...I mean...uh." Stan stutters. Swiftly I silence him with a kiss. Stan immediately responds eagerly. His hands begin drifting to my waist as I open my lips and nibble on his lips.

Suddenly he pulls back. "Kyle?" he asks in a scared tone.

"Yeah?" I ask as I try to control my heart.

"Does this mean...?" he asks, not finishing his thought.

"Do you really love me, Stan?" I ask. He nods and I break into a grin. "I've been waiting to hear that for years."

"I love you, Kyle." Stan says.

"I love you too." I reply.

"Fags." I hear Cartman mutter in his sleep. If only he knew.