POV~ Stan

I knock on the door to the Broflovski residence. I receive no answer, so I knock louder. This time, Sheila opens the door.

"Oh, hello Stanley! I think Kyle's upstairs; come on in!" she smiles. If only she knew. If she did I don't think that she'd let me come into their house any more. I nod and close the door behind me, watching as Sheila continues doing the dishes. As I race up the stairs, I hear Avril Lavigne's, "Girlfriend", blasting from Kyle's room. What the hell?

POV~ Kyle

"Hey, hey! You, you! I don't like your girlfriend!" I sing along to my favorite music artist. Only, nobody knows I absolutely love Avril Lavigne. Not even Stan Marsh, my super best friend. And, nobody knows that I absolutely love him, either. Speaking of Stan, I scream when he bursts into my room with large eyes.

"Kyle?" he asks, completely shocked. I'm in my pajamas, at 10 am on a Saturday morning, singing "Girlfriend" and my best friend HAS to walk in. Shit.

"Uh, Hi-ya Stan!" I say awkwardly and loudly. Loudly because of the music. Awkwardly because, ... well you know the situation!

"Dude, what the fuck?" Stan questions, his jaw practically hitting the floor.

"Uh," I look away. "I love Avril Lavigne?"

POV~ Kenny

I hook my arms around the back of Butters' neck, murmuring into his cheek.

"I love you, Buttercup,"

"Aw, gee, Kenny! I love you too!" He replies, giggling. Butters' giggle is so CUTE! I love him. I want him to be mine forever. And I know, we're only sixteen, but I'm fully committed to Butters with my entire heart. I just wish he could remember me dying. Just once. It breaks my heart every day after I die, just to hear a mere, 'Hey Ken!' I want to cry whenever I hear that. Butters breaks my train of thought by embracing me with a deep kiss.

I notice my tongue exploring his mouth with ease; we'd kissed so many times that I just find it natural. My boyfriend was about to start straddling me when a loud BUZZ startles me. I break the passionate kiss and pull out my cell phone. I have received a new text. I read it.

To: Kenny M.

From: Stan M.

S.O.S. Stark's Pond.

"What's it say?" Butters asks, curiously.

"Uh, Buttercup, I have to go. I'm sorry! Stan might be in trouble," I explain.

"Okay. See you later, Ken," he sighs. I hate making my boyfriend upset! I can't stand to see him sad, but I have to go and figure out what's going on with Stan.

"Bye," I whisper before hopping up from Butters' bed. He waves as I race out the door. Once I'm outside the Stotch's house I climb into my crappy van and start the engine. I make my way to Stark's Pond wondering why Stan wants to see me. As I pull up to the frozen mass of water I check the clock. It reads: 10:25 am. God, is it really this early? Stan waves to me as I slam the door of my vehicle. He walks over to me, smiling widely.

"S.O.S. ?" I question, irritated.

"Yeah," he replies.

"What's up?" I ask.

"I think Kyle's gay, too,"

"And why did you need my saving? I mean congrats and all that shit, but S.O.S ? Great way to ruin my Saturday," I mutter.

"Ken, you don't get it! I need you to fix Kyle up with me!" Stan begs. "Oh yeah and sorry about ruining your Saturday,"

"It's fine," I sigh. "You want me to hook you and Kyle up?"

"Yep. I mean, unless you've given up your title as the 'Love Doctor'?" he challenges.

"Fine," I agree stiffly. I've known that Stan loves Kyle madly for about three years now. I was the only person he'd told. Apparently he trusts me with his secrets. I wasn't really all that surprised when he came out to me. A lot of people had their suspicions about Stan. Supposedly, he'd turned Wendy down to having Sex at the 9th grade party last year. Pretty gay thing to do, considering Wendy's a complete whore. I guess I can't say that, because I'm gay too. Well, more bi-sexual.

"So... WHEN?" Stan blurted eagerly.

"Well first off, why do you think he's gay?" I ask, grinning. This was gonna be good.

"I walked in on him singing Avril Lavigne and he half way came out. He said 'She's the only girl I'll ever like'" I laugh, causing him to stare angrily at me. I apologize and he continues. "And when he realized what he said he told me I should go. So, I think he's gay," Stan finished.

"Hmmm..." I say. "I'll try and think of something. For now just go home. I'll tell you when I have a plan," I promise.

"Okay," he agrees reluctantly. I can tell that he wants me to make a plan fast, but right now all I want to do is get back to my Buttercup.