A/N: -Edit on the author note-
Firstly, this story contains slash. Dun like? Dun read.

Secondly, the main POV changes throughout the story.

Thirdly, I don't own South Park at all. Nu. Trey Parker and Matt Stone get that privilege XD

Lastly, I'm only editing this A/N, the rest will be the same as before.

-Chapter 1-

Stan's Realization

Clearly something was wrong if I was thinking that I could have passed that English test we had a couple of days ago.

"Stan, how'd you do?" Kyle happened to ask me after class. I had planned on lying to him, but he took my test out of my hand before I could speak.

Kyle looked at it and said, "I'm sure that this wasn't the worst mark of the class. I wouldn't be surprised if Craig or Cartman failed worse than this." I gave Kyle an annoyed look after he said that. He must have noticed because he quickly added, "You know, getting a fifty-three isn't that bad Stan, it's close enough to a passing mark. I mean, it was a pretty hard test."

I had to stop myself from going and saying something sarcastic, so I merely replied, "How did you do on the test then?"

Kyle gave me back my test and gave me his test after he had found it in his book bag. I knew right away that he had probably decided to say that the test was "hard" to try and cheer me up. Why?

He almost had a perfect mark.

I would have been surprised if it wasn't for the fact that Kyle was the smartest person in the class (in the whole school to be more accurate). We were outside the door of our next class, and I just stood there, knowing that I might actually end up failing this year along with quite a few other people in our class, and I wasn't exactly in the best of moods after realizing this. Before I could think anymore on the subject of possibly repeating grade 10, I noticed Kyle was saying something.

"Hello? Stan, are you there?"

I looked at him, and by his expression he had probably been trying to get my attention for about a few minutes at least. I gave him his test, but I didn't say anything.

"Stan, class is going to start any minute. Shouldn't we get in before Ms. Garrison goes and freaks out at us or something?"

I nodded and followed Kyle into the classroom. After I got to my seat, I told him what I had been thinking about earlier.

"I hope you're not being serious," he laughed. "Seriously, if you're that concerned about failing I could go and help you study for the re-test."

"Wait, what re-test?"

"You didn't hear? Only about four or five people passed the test, so everyone has to do it again tomorrow," Kyle told me. "You didn't hear that?"

"No, I guess I didn't," I said.

The rest of the day went by normally, and after school I went to Kyle's house to study for the test we have tomorrow. I happened to walk into his room, and I saw him reading the book we're studying for English class.

"Wait, you actually read that?" I asked him.

Kyle looked up from the book he was reading and said, "Sure, I don't see why not. It is pretty interesting, after all."

I just looked at him. I knew Kyle would read some really weird stuff like the "Undead and Unwed" series, but I did not expect him to read something like "Twelfth Night" (or anything that was extremely old) on his spare time. No wonder he was able to do so well on all of those pop quizzes we had in class. I decided to go and put my book bag by his bed and went and sat beside him. I looked to see where was in the book, and by the looks of it it was when the two idiots of the play were having a party and Feste (the really weird guy who I wasn't exactly sure as to why he was there) was playing a song for them. Honestly, I could care less about what was happening in the stupid book.

"Where does the stuff on the test start at?" I asked Kyle after a few minutes.

"It starts at the first act silly," he said, clearly trying to hold back a laugh. I took my own copy of the book out and opened it to the start of the first act. I started reading it, but after the first few lines of Orsino's really fucked up speech, I didn't want to read anymore of it.

"Kyle, do you get any of this?"

For about the next two hours Kyle was explaining the whole thing to me. I wasn't paying that much attention after the first half hour, so he ended up giving me his own notes on it so I could have them to study from at home. After a couple of hours at Kyle's house, I decided that it might be a good idea to leave, so I started putting my books away. When I went to get my English notebook though, I didn't notice that Kyle had been reaching for it too, and we both got it at the same time. The weirdest part was that my hand was over Kyle's. Sure, everyone did know that I was bi, and even weirder was that I had been thinking about one too many things recently, one of which was how I actually liked Kyle, and a part of me had been starting to fall for him. In that exact moment I was wondering the same thing again, and I wasn't sure of anything. I wasn't exactly sure as to how long I was stuck thinking about this for, but I finally noticed that someone was saying my name.

"Stan? Hello?"

It sounded like Kyle.

"Stan? Hello?? Are you even there?!"

I actually returned to reality and saw that Kyle looked worried, and by the looks of it he had also been shaking me. I knew I spaced out every so often, but I don't recall anytime when someone had to do something like this to get me back.

"Stan?! Answer me!" I wanted to say something, but I couldn't. I just stood there in front of him, looking into his eyes. I noticed then that his eyes were a dreamy color of--

Wait, what the hell? Kyle's my best friend, that's why I shouldn't be falling for him! So why wasn't I saying anything to him?

"Stan, you're scaring me. Seriously, snap out of it!" No, I know he's my best friend, but that doesn't mean that I can't date him, right?

"Stan! Can you even hear me?!" I always remember seeing those who are best friends end up doing really horrible in a relationship though, and I wouldn't want Kyle to hate me.

"Stan?" But there have been times when such things actually worked out though, weren't there?

"Stan?!" Last I checked there was, so maybe asking Kyle out isn't that bad of an idea...

"Stan!" Wait a minute though, I don't even remember saying I was in love with Kyle... or maybe I am and I just didn't admit it to myself...

"Stan!!" That must be it, that's why I always feel like I've been keeping something from both Kyle and me, why didn't I realize it sooner?

"Stan,--" I've actually fallen in love with...

"-- snap out of it, god damn it!"

"Kyle," I finally said, seeing that his face was completely red, most likely from yelling at me.

"Finally! What the hell was that about?" I just looked at him.

"Stan, don't space out again, seriously, I didn't thi--"

I wasn't exactly sure why I did it, but I ended up kissing him. After though, I realized it wasn't the most brilliant idea I had. I grabbed my book bag and was about to leave when Kyle decided to go in front of me.

"Look, I really shouldn't have done that, okay?" I said, hoping that I wouldn't have to explain the actual reason I kissed him for.

"What are you talking--" I left the room before I could hear the rest of what he had left to say, and as I was walking home I realized that I had both fallen in love with Kyle and I didn't want to know how pissed he was going to be after what happened today.