Please Review!! and I will plan to continue this. Also take note that the rating to this story might eventually become M depending on how I take it.

P.S: The boys are 16 years old, (juniors in high school) and this is in Kyle's POV.

Thanks, (clown hat, curly hair, smily face!) :-)


It's nearing the end of last period U.S. History, thank Moses! I can finally go home and finish that damn book report in time for Monday, the last thing I want is to stay up on a Friday night doing homework and besides Kenny, Cartman and I have plans of sleeping over at Stan's house tonight.

"Your still coming over tonight right?" I hear Stan whisper from directly behind me.

I slightly turn around, hardly giving him a view of my face. "Yea dude, I just need to get my book report finished first."

"Alright, and don't forget to bring your extra controller." Stan replied, I can tell he's attempting to not get caught from our teacher for talking during our personal note taking session.

I simply nodded my head and went back to my history book and resumed jotting down notes. I glance at the clock 2:26, 4 more minutes till the bell rings. As I glanced at the clock I noticed Kenny acknowledged me with a small smirk.

I faintly curved my lips in return, and then diverted my attention back into my notes. A tingling sensation soon settled onto my cheeks.

Why out of all people, Kenny McCormick is the only one who can make me flush.

'Just 4 more minutes' I harshly thought to myself, now that I'm aware of the redness that saturated my cheeks I felt as if everyone was watching, including Kenny. I let my red curls fall and cover most of my face as I discreetly hunched over and buried my face into my book and notes. I've been deeply feeling really puzzled about my relationship with Kenny. He over the years have changed, he finally got rid of that worn out orange parka and has been showing off his rather appealing features since 8th grade. His hair is a stunning dirty blonde and no matter how untamed it may appear at times, it always looks good on him.

He and I continue to be good friends to this day but something between us sparked that caused these thoughts and feelings to manifest deep within me during the last couple of years. Maybe it was during freshman year when he announced to me and only me one of his deepest secrets.

I remember that day when he urgently told me to meet him in the very back of the library right before the final tardy bell rang for lunch. I agreed, and I met with him much to my concern and then he just sort of told me his secret. He had to reluctantly repeat himself a few times because I sadly couldn't register with what he had just confessed to me.

The heavy odor of aged books lingered greatly in the air as I sat on one of the library tables and Kenny was leaning against a wall next to a towering shelf of books. We were silent since we met up and I didn't want to pressure him into telling me anything especially when he's currently in a very uncomfortable state.

So I decide to break the ice and say something. "So, is there anything I-

"I'm bisexual Kyle" Kenny interrupted as he tensely rubbed his hands together.

"…What?" I said knitting my eyes in bewilderment.

Kenny unlocked his eyes from my own and they lingered to the commercial dark brown carpet beneath us. He let out a frustrated sigh and he ran a single shaky hand though his tousled blonde hair. "I'm bisexual Kyle!" He spat. "I'm fucking bi!" He strained as he attempted to harshly whisper his shocking statement.

"…You, you are?" I say as my heart beat accelerated from the sudden news and Kenny's presently rare insecure state.

"…Yea…" He replied, calming down some.

"Well, how do you know?" I curiously asked as I hoisted myself off the table and stood directly in front of my alarmed friend .

Kenny's eyes immediately shot back to the floor as he dug his hands in the pockets of his black jacket. "How do I know?" He lightly scoffed with what sounded like resentment. "I…I'm attracted to guys, I like chicks too but I get off on the thought of cock now." he finished sternly blunt.

I decided to hold off on the questions since he was already in enough anxiety as it was. "It's alright, Kenny." I say in a soothing voice as I gently placed both hands on his shoulders grasping it reassuringly as I tried to met his gaze. "I'm glad you told me, it means a lot that you were able to tell me this." I said with the utmost genuine truth.

Kenny's flickering eyes lingered towards me, his stunning baby blues once again locking into my comforting ones. "You're the only one I can trust." he uttered.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

The bell finally rang distracting my thoughts. I packed up the remainder of my belongings and hurried out the class room but only to be stopped by Kenny himself.

"Your still coming over tonight, right?" He asked, tugging on my arm as he flashed me a mischievous smirk.

I couldn't prevent the smile that formed my lips. "Yea, I am, I might be a little late though, I wanna finish my damn book report first."

Kenny dully quirked a brow at me. "God damn it Kyle, you always do this."

"Do what?" I asked defensively with a trace of shock.

"Why can't you just wait till Sunday to finish your damn homework? That's what normal people do." He replied as he swung his back pack over his shoulder and leaned against the edge of his desk.

I slightly looked up at him, considering he was a good few inches taller then me. "Well, I'm not like all the other normal kids." I replied rather fond with that attribute of mine.

"No." Kenny replies I could almost swear hi voice suddenly got soft. "You're a lot more special then that."

And with that he simply walked away leaving me to savor the warmness that evaded my body as my chest developed that familiar tender ache.

TBC...