This is Sam. (: Hello everyone. In this story there are two writers, I and Becky, hence the author name. To know who is writing if you are curious, the first section of writing will always be Becky's, and after each mark, (-x-), it will be my writing. Whenever you see a mark, (-x-), it means we switched. I hope this isn't too confusing and you'll grow used to it.

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-Sam

Just as every other morning began, Stan woke up to an empty bed. Only wishing to one morning, wake up next to Kyle. Not only next to, but hopefully in his arms.

He threw the comforter off of his warm body, and stretched. After the morning routine, he tossed on his dark blue hat with, of course, the little red ball on top. Along with his hat, he contemplated on putting on his jacket too.

Kyle's never seen me without my jacket on. Well maybe once or twice, but I doubt he cares. With that thought, he slid his arms into his warm, brown jacket.

After a tiring walk to school, he ran into Kenny at the front doors.

"Hey Kenny. How's it goin'?" Stan awkwardly shoved his hands into his pockets, trying to make conversation while still scouting for Kyle.

"I've been better." Kenny flicked the ashes off of his newly lit cigarette. "Hey, here comes your boyfriend!" He gave Stan a playful nudge in the side with his elbow.

Stan rubbed his side with his free hand as he waited for Kyle to reach the two boys. "H-hey Kyle. How's the..um..weather?" Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! The weather? Really Stan?

"Well, see for your self. We are outside you know." Kyle flashed his gorgeous smile, the one he knew made Stan melt.

Kenny blew a big puff of smoke into Stan's face. "Hey man. Wake up a little, it's just Kyle." Wheezing, Stan nervously chucked.

"Well, I need to go take a leak. I'll talk to you two later okay?" Kyle had his ways of being smooth, no matter what the situation. "Is there any way I could make it over to your house today, Stan?"

Stan's eyes grew huge. His heart pounded in his throat. "Yeah, Kyle. That'd be cool. I just got the new Call of Duty for my Xbox. Wanna play?" Was that good? Did I come on too strong?

"Sounds good. I'll meet you here after school. See you in PreCal, Stan." He walked away with a wink that left Stan blushing.

He looked over at Kenny, who had a huge grin on his face. "You know, you shouldn't make it so obvious that you're a flamboyant gaywad."

Ignoring Kenny's douchey comment, he walked off to class, his brain filled with Kyle.

-x-

Maybe Kenny wouldn't be such a tight ass if he could actually manage to get into a math class that wasn't Algebra 1 for the second year in a row. But Stan didn't have much room to talk. If it wasn't for Kyle tutoring him every evening during summer, he'd probably be with Kenny in the corner of Ms. Choksondik's room trying to avoid any talk of Kyle.

After Kyle had finished talking to Stan he was happy. He hadn't been able to be at Stan's house and just sit down and play games together for awhile. The whole summer Stan forced him to tutor him in math so he could desperately pass the test that would allow him to skip Algebra 2 and go right into Pre-Calculus. For whatever reason, Kyle didn't know. He always thought Stan hated math, he never imagined he would try to pick it up and move forward.

Kyle tried to think of reasons that Stan might have done it, but they all came out to be pretty ridiculous. He knew Stan didn't want a career that had to do with much math at all, so that left him to think that maybe he just wanted another class with him.

But Kyle didn't want to flatter himself. Sure him and Stan had been best friends since the dawn of time, but why would Stan had tried so hard just to get another class together?

Kyle was usually the smartest one in their group, but for some reason, he just couldn't tie the answer to this one. Whenever Kyle asked if Stan could come over to help him babysit Ike, he never objected. He always thought that it was a little strange that he'd be so willing to help his friend watch over his 10 year old brother. Kyle appreciated it nonetheless though.

"Hey, Kahl." Kyle looked over to where he heard his name being called. He found no other than Cartman. He sighed mentally and shrugged his way over to Eric.

"Sup, fag?" Eric asked, beginning to stand up against Kyle. Kyle put on a look of disgust when Cartman's fat began to bump into his body.

"Can we please not do this today, fatass?" Kyle said, trying to slip out from Eric's stare and make it to his class.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Kahl. You aren't going anywhere. If you want to go anywhere, you better give me the money you got."

Kyle let out a chuckle. "Why? So you can continue to feed that Oprah ass of yours?"

Eric's face turned into a look of rage. "You just had to be a fag, Kahl."

Next thing Kyle new he was being thrown into the lockers behind him and punched several times in the face. He was sure the beatings would have continued until a secret savior revealed himself.

Craig Tucker.

"Just let him go Eric, me and you both have to go to Garrison's anyway," Craig said softly, prying away Cartman's hand that was only inches away from Kyle's face. Eric reluctantly let his arm drop and stalked off angrily to his class. Kyle gently pushed himself off the grey lockers and looked at Craig with an embarrassed blush.

"S-sorry about that. I didn't mean to get you involved," Kyle said shyly, never really having ever talked to Craig before. He noticed the cerulean sheen in them.

"No problem, I'm tired of him harassing everyone," he paused, "Well, I have to go to Garrison's before I'm tardy, see you around Broflovski." Craig flashed Kyle a smile and turned to leave. Leaving images in Kyle's mind about Craig's perfect teeth, which were quickly washed away by the sound of the bell ringing.

"Goddammit."

-x-

Making his way through the big double doors of South Park High School, with Kyle still on his mind. He went to his small, cramped locker to throw some of his heavy books in there to maybe make his day a little more relaxed. He really couldn't wait for Kyle to come over.

Even though that boy came over every few days to help babysit, this time was to actually spend time with Stan, instead of play with Ike. He slammed his locker door and strolled down the long hallway. Knowing he would see Kyle in his next class made his heart skip.

-TIME SKIP ( Trollin. :D)-

Waiting alone in his house was torture. He was hoping to slyly offer him to spend the night if he would like. As he got up to go get one of Shelly's lemonade boxes, the door bell rang. He jumped and ran over to the big, oak door. He was acting like a giddy school girl and he loved it.

Opening the door to his horror, there was Kyle of course, but next to him was someone else. Craig Tucker. What was he doing around his Kyle? Well, not technically, but he'd like to think Kyle was his.

"Uhm..Hi Kyle. Hi Craig?" His heart dropped. Harder than a piano falling from the 67th floor of the, once was, World Trade Center. Why was Craig here?

"Hello, beautiful. I thought it'd be cool if I brought Craig, too. You guys seem like you need to be getting closer." Kyle flashed a smile full of metal.

"Sup, Stan?" Craig did a classic head nod. Dumbass. Why couldn't he just say 'Hello' like everyone else? Stan opened the door wider, signaling them to both come in.

Not only was this going to be hell, but now he had yet another reason to hate Craig Tucker.

If he was planning on stealing Kyle away from him, he has no idea what's coming.

Kyle took a seat in one of Stan's bean bags, and so did Craig.

"Oh, sorry Stan. Can you sit in the chair instead? Since, y'know, Craig's never been here before, and I don't want him feeling left out." Kyle had no grief in his eyes.

"Yeah, whatever." Stan was already pissed off, and Craig had only said two words to him.

As the two other boys lounged in Stan's living room, he got his Xbox up and working. Another problem arose. He only had two controllers.

"Guys, we have a problem." Stan turned around, making it obvious to what he was talking about.

"That's cool man. Kyle and I can play, and you can play after us. I need a smoke break soon anyway."

Douchebag.

-x-

After about 10 minutes of complete awkward for Stan as he watched his love interest practically come on to that bitch Craig, Craig had decided that he was going to go outside for a smoke break. As he left Stan walked up to Kyle who was reseting the game functions for the next match.

Kyle looked up when Stan approached him with a smile.

"Dude, did you see when I hit Craig with that nuke? I mean, it was coming straight at him," Kyle said cheerfully with a smile.

Stan only nodded with an annoyed look in his eyes. He was really done with Kyle and his ranting about his new best friend. If he was going to hang out with Craig all the time now he could at least hang out with him at his own house.

All their slight flirting was getting on Stan's nerves. All their little playful punches when one of them would kill each other, all the little shoves and sticking out of tongues...it was driving him crazy! He was surprised he was able to calmly drink his lemonade box without chucking it at the smoker's head. He was going to give his precious Kyle some sickly kind of lung cancer, or butt disease.

Stan told Kyle he was going to go out in the backyard to check Shelly and order some pizza. Kyle smiled and thanked him for the whole pizza idea; he hadn't known he was so hungry. Yeah, he was probably to busy ignoring him and flirting with Craig to know when his stomach wanted food.

He watched as his best friend walked out the living room archway that led to the backyard. Shortly after, Craig walked back in, smelling of menthol cigarettes and crisp snow. He plopped himself down next to Kyle and pulled him roughly by the shoulder and engaged him in a rough noogie, eventually knocking off the boy's ushanka, the one item of clothing he never took off.

"C-C-Craig! Stop it! M-man, c-come on! This isn't cool! A-hah! P-please! My hat came off!" Kyle pleaded and pleaded but there was no let up of the blue hatted boy. So, the only thing Kyle could think of to do was to shove against Craig's chest as hard as he could.

Craig was caught off balance and tried to grab Kyle for support, who then was also caught off balance, hurdling both the boys off the couch and onto the floor, Kyle on top of Craig, them both laughing.

Quickly Kyle realized he couldn't open his mouth very wide and found the reason why. His braces had attached to Craig's blue knitted hat.

And wouldn't it just be his luck for Stan to walk in right at this moment.