Long story short, I cut corners with my "project" so I could get back to writing ASAP.
Note: This story has some minor suggestive parts. Read at your own risk/enjoyment.

Kyle started liking Kenny in 10th grade. He didn't know how or why, one day it just happened, as if he had never really noticed him before. As was common for a kid his age, and given the nature of his feelings, he hid and tried to ignore them, hoping that they would just go away. Unfortunately, he had failed. At first it was just a minor crush, but for two years now he had been struggling with his ever-increasing feelings. It seemed that every time he was close to letting go of Kenny, he did something so unexpected that it reignited Kyle's love for him, even making it stronger than before. It was hard for Kyle to focus around Kenny. Every time he looked at him all that came to his mind were images of his innermost desires, mixed with every way to say "I love you" that he knew of.
Fortunately, today was Friday. All he had to do was go to school for a few hours, spend the recesses avoiding thinking about Kenny and, most importantly, stop staring at him during classes, and glancing at him in the locker room. Especially in the locker room.

"I just gotta make it one more day and then I'll have the whole weekend all to myself. Just one more day..."

Ike: Trying to psyche yourself up?

"Fuck, Ike, don't scare me like that."

Kyle: Yeah.
Ike: If you told him, you wouldn't need to. If you don't tell him, you'll spend the rest of your life wondering how it could have been...

"Sometimes I regret telling you about this."

Ever since Ike rescued Kyle from the second homeless invasion of South Park, they started acting like two brothers should all the time. When Ike noticed that something was wrong with Kyle, they had a long talk, and Ike immediately suggested that Kyle should go talk to Kenny. Of course, Kyle rejected that idea, because even if Kenny never told anyone about it, just being around each other would cause feelings of awkwardness. It would be better than feeling stressed every time he was around Kenny, but it would also make both of them uncomfortable. Kyle didn't want Kenny to feel uncomfortable because of him, or worse, that he stopped hanging out with him permanently.

Kyle: I can't just walk up to him and ask him out.
Ike: Why not? If he was a girl-
Kyle: But he's not. It's different... Look, you don't know him like I do. Kenny's not gay; he doesn't like me... At least not like... that.

Ike approached Kyle and gave him a short hug followed by a light pat on the back. He wanted Kyle to know that he was there for him, but in a way that would be more meaningful than just saying it out loud.

Ike: Alright, bro... I just want you to be happy, that's all. I think that if you told him, things would work out. But you're right; I don't know Kenny like you do.

"Thanks, Ike..."

Ike: Now let's go downstairs; breakfast is ready.

Kyle liked having someone there to support him, but he also felt useless, since he had been taught that it was his responsibility as the "big brother" to take care of Ike, not the other way around.

After eating his breakfast, Kyle headed to the usual bus stop. There was nobody around, but a few minutes later, Kenny arrived.

Kyle clenched his fists as hard as he could to try and stop his hands from shaking too much, which didn't go unnoticed by the blond boy. However, he figured Kyle was just cold, given the fact that he didn't have any gloves on.

Kenny: Hey, Kyle. Why aren't you wearing gloves? It's cold.
Kyle: Hey. I left them at home. I didn't want to be late, and I didn't think it would be this cold. What about you?
Kenny: I kinda messed them up yesterday. I tripped and... Well, let's just say my gloves were more like strips of paper afterwards. I guess that's what I get for buying cheap-ass gloves.

Kyle went silent, as he was too busy looking around to see if anyone else was coming. He would even take Cartman right now over being stuck alone with Kenny, getting more nervous with each passing moment.

By the time the bus finally came, Kyle had almost started bleeding from his right hand from clenching his fists too hard, but now he was starting to relax. When he got on the bus he immediately sat down next to Stan, right behind. Kenny sat down next to Cartman and the bus driver sped away, leaving Kyle even more relaxed.

"Why the fuck was the bus late? Well, at least when we get to school I can go straight to class."

Stan: Hey, dude. Do you have any plans for the weekend?
Kyle: Yeah. Staying at home and playing video games.
Stan: Come on, Kyle, you've been staying at home every weekend for a month now. Look, Butters, Cartman and I are going to the arcade tomorrow, why don't you come with us?

"No Kenny?"

Kyle: ...What about Kenny?

Hearing his name, Kenny turned around and smiled.
He was like a little kid sometimes, doing things he shouldn't, like poking his nose into other people's business, and always full of energy. Kyle even loved the fact that he was nosy, but other people, mostly Stan, found it annoying.

Kenny: I have some stuff to do tomorrow, so I can't go with them. But you should. I heard the arcade had a new game where you shoot zombies. It's awesome.
Kyle: ...Sure. I'll go with you guys.
Stan: Cool. We'll come by to pick you up after lunch.
Eric: What? No way am I walking all the way to Kyle's and back. I'm heading straight for the arcade.

"I'm surprised you're not complaining that I'm going in the first place."

Stan: ...Well, I'll come by to pick you up after lunch anyway.
Kyle: That's alright, Stan. I'll meet you guys there. Don't worry about it.
Stan: OK then. Just don't be too late.

"You could try giving me something more specific than 'after lunch', but whatever; we're already here so I'm not gonna bother you with it."

The kids got off the bus and went straight to the classroom, as the bus driver had just barely arrived on time.
Kyle sat down behind Kenny and sighed. He had asked (in private) to be moved to another seat, but because he didn't give a good reason (how could he?), the teachers told him he couldn't.

Teacher: So, you're all going to pair up and each group is going to prepare a presentation on a major internal organ during the weekend.

"I can see where this is going and I don't like it one bit."

Teacher: Stan, you're with Wendy; Cartman, you're with Token; Butters, you're with Tweek; Kyle, you're with Kenny; Craig, you're with...

"Of course I am with Kenny. Why the fuck shouldn't I be? It's not like there were literally 13 other people you could've picked to pair me with. It's not like every other fucking teacher in this fucking school lets us pick our own groups; you just had to make me have to spend the better part of my weekend with the one guy I can't be with, physically and emotionally. I can barely focus on things I like when I'm around him, how the fuck am I supposed to focus on this presentation?" thought Kyle as the teacher created random groups with the rest of the students.

Teacher: ...with Clyde. Pair up and start working on your presentations.

Kenny hastily turned his chair around and smiled at Kyle. He was excited to work with who was arguably the smartest guy in the class on such an important project.

Kenny: So, what do you wanna talk about? Kidneys? Brain? Heart? Liver?
Kyle: ...Pick whichever one you want.
Kenny: I'd say the liver is one of the most important ones, but it's kinda hard.
Kyle: Yeah, I know. It has over 500 functions.
Kenny: You're really smart, you know that?

"And you're really sweet... and cute... and funny..."

Kyle's problem wasn't just that he liked Kenny, he also had mixed feelings about it. Sometimes he tried to push Kenny away and other times he tried to get his attention. Did he want to be with Kenny? Or did he just want to get over it? He didn't know, and it made him feel like the biggest idiot on Earth.

Kyle: ...Thanks. We could go for...

Kyle and Kenny agreed on the same subject and, after a few minutes of groups arguing over who picked what first, everyone started working on their respective projects. They weren't used to working without computers and access to the Internet, but that was the point, which made most them annoyed. Kyle was too busy struggling against his desire to kiss Kenny while trying to focus on writing down what he knew about the brain, so he didn't even want to think about this situation. Stan, like Kyle, was also struggling with his desire to kiss Wendy, but unlike him, he could do it at any other moment (and had done it many times before), so it wasn't as distracting as it was to Kyle.

After what seemed like forever to Kyle, class was finally over. However, it would only provide a moment of relief as now it was time for PE. Regardless of how much Kyle tried, he couldn't keep himself from occasionally glancing at Kenny in the locker room. Thankfully, nobody had ever noticed it, and today was no exception.

PE came and went and the boys were back in the locker room. Kyle was done putting on his regular clothes and, as he turned around to leave, he noticed Kenny was right behind him, shirtless. The sight and proximity got his heart racing and sent shivers down his spine.

Kenny: Listen, when do you wanna start working on our presentation?
Kyle: Uh... I, uh... Maybe we could... go to the library?

"Come on, Kyle, get a hold of yourself."

Kenny: I was kinda hoping we could do this at your place. I don't like books that much and the library's computers suck ass, but it's cool if you don't want to.
Kyle: ...Yeah, sure. Um... you could... have lunch there... I'm sure my mom wouldn't mind.
Kenny: Sounds good. Now if you don't mind, I gotta get dressed.

"No kidding. If you walked around like that you'd get a cold... and a lot of girls after you." thought Kyle as he nodded and left the locker room.

When he noticed he had been clenching his fists while talking to Kenny, he opened his hands and looked at his palms. It was clear that his skin had been very close to tearing. He knew the marks on his palms would only go away in a few hours, maybe a day at the most.

"I really gotta calm myself down."

Kyle finished school for the day and went home to eat; he was eager to try out the game at the arcade that Kenny talked about. He ate as quickly as he could, told his mother where he was going and left. He arrived just in time to see Cartman lose, which put a smile on his face.

Kyle: Hey, guys.
Stan: Hey.
Leopold: Hey, Kyle.
Eric: Hey, Jew boy.

"Great. Here we go again with the 'Jew' thing. Hopefully the new game will be worth it."

Cartman's racial comment was the only one he made for the rest of the day, though. He had been trying to tone it down a bit, ever since he realized who his friends really were.
Nowadays when he made any sort of seemingly offensive comment, he didn't actually mean to offend anyone; he was just messing around with his friends. However, until his friends actually believed this, he needed to stop making offensive comments altogether, but it was hard. He had been saying whatever the hell he wanted to to whomever the hell he wanted to since he was four, and it was hard to change.

Kenny arrived just a few minutes after the arcade closed. He had been trying to play the new game for a while now, but he was always too busy.

Stan: Dude, you're kinda late.
Kenny: I can see that... Did you guys enjoy yourselves at least?
Kyle: Yeah. The new game is awesome.

"I wish you had been here with us."

The boys felt sorry for Kenny, especially considering how awesome the new game was, but they couldn't do anything about it, so they all went home. Since Kyle and Kenny lived in the same direction, however, they went together. Kyle was blushing every step of the way; he liked the idea of being walked home by Kenny. He waved Kenny goodbye, which made him notice the fingernail marks on his palms.

Kenny: What's wrong with your hand? Let me see that.

Kenny grabbed Kyle's hand and ran his fingers on the marks on his palms, trying to see how bad it was. Kyle enjoyed the feeling of his soft skin against his own and blushed even more.

Kenny: You seem alright, but you have to be more careful... So, listen, should I like... bring some notepads or something for the weekend?

"Right... the weekend." thought Kyle as Kenny released his hand.

Kyle: No, that's alright. I have all that stuff here.
Kenny: OK. When should I drop by? I wouldn't want your mom to be pissed off at me for getting here too late.
Kyle: If you come here before noon you should be alright.
Kenny: Cool. Well, I gotta go now. It's starting to get cold.
Kyle: OK.

Kenny and Kyle said goodbye to each other and Kenny watched Kyle go into his house before leaving himself. On the other side of the door, Kyle looked at his hand and smiled. Kenny didn't really mean anything romantic by what he did, but Kyle still enjoyed that he did it. However, once the thought that he could never be with Kenny hit him again, his smile slowly vanished, being replaced with a stern look. Kyle then went into his room, grabbed a biology book and started preparing himself for the presentation.

Alright, that's chapter one.
I'm planning on two (maybe three) chapters right now, but I won't reveal their names, as that would spoil some of them.