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A familiar tone buzzed in Stan Marsh's ears, it must have only been seven in the morning since the window let in a dim haze over the room. Looking at his alarm clock he rubbed his eyes, it read '7.13' He cursed to himself and swore he would murder whoever had the nerve to call him this early on summer break. He flipped the cell and held the phone to his ear.

"Hey Stan" They spoke in a mocking tone, snickering in the background. It was Kyle. Stan glared daggers at the wall, pretending it was Kyle.

"What." He snapped. He was never a morning person, of course Kyle knew this due to the amount of sleep overs they had had.

"Oh, no 'morning my sexy best friend' then?" Stan could hear the pout in his voice and let up a little, closing his eyes and resting his head in the fluffy pillow.

"You're already big headed enough." Stan joked.

"Says Mr popular. Anyway, let me in" Kyle ordered, a stern tone in his voice.

"Why?" Stan groaned knowing the cold air would soon devour his body when he got out of bed.

"Because I'm freezing my ass off out here man." He shivered down the phone, Stan moaned and threw himself out of bed.

Kyle was wearing his usual green Ushanka hat and orange jacket, although it was summer, in Colorado summer didn't include boiling heat. Especially in the morning at seven. Kyle slowly sipped on his mug of coffee, he decided he liked coffee when he slept at Tweeks house many years ago. Stan on the other hand despised the drink. " So, what was with the wake up call." Stan spoke as he drank a glass of orange juice, he was in his pyjamas still, made of a white shirt and his boxers.

"Well. We have one week left of summer vacation, and what have we got to show for that...Nothing." Kyle complained as he pulled a small piece of paper from his front pocket, it was pink and had a glitter border.

"We hung out loads dude." Stan retorted, squaring his eyes on Kyle. " Does little Ky feel left out." Stan playfully pulled at his cheeks, being greeted by a punch in the chest from Kyle.

"Here. Wendy gave us a shared invitation." Stan took a hold of the invitation and scanned through it. It was an invitation for a weeks camping trip.

'Stan and Kyle

You have been invited to mine an Bebe's camping party.

It will be from 25th to the 31st

No parents.

Tell me as soon as you can if you can make it.

I know you can Stan (;

Love Wendy.'

Stan cringed slightly at how mushy Wendy was, sometimes he couldn't understand how their relationship lasted with their differences. He focused mainly on the 'no parents' part. He knew that Wendy meant for this to make them spend more time together. His face became concerned as he stared at the paper.

"Weak dude. You don't want to go." Kyle sighed and held his head in his hands, looking down at his brewing coffee.

"It's not that it's just Wendy." Stan shook his head.

"Oh. You mean controlling bitch" Kyle snorted, Stan gave him a warning glare, he knew that if Wendy pissed Kyle off but she was his girlfriend. "So she that means-" Kyle was interupted by Stan finishing off.

"That means no fun. No alcohol. And no time with my best friend." Stan only looked over the invitation once more before handing it back to kyle, who stuffed it back in his pocket. Kyle didn't waist time in quickly comforting Stan by wrapping and arm around his tense shoulder.

"I'll talk her around." Kyle gave Stan a winning grin and prodded him lightly in the ribs, catching his attention. Stan laughed and rubbed his side. Kyle always knew how to cheer his best-friend up in any situation. He sometimes really doubted his relationship with Wendy since she was the one to make all the decisions. That's why Stan preferred hanging out with Kyle. Kyle was cool, he liked video games and they had loads of common interests. They liked nearly the same things as one another.

"Like she'll listen to someone who fucked up her best friend dude." Stan punched him playfully in the arm and chuckled, receiving a playful glare for the red head.

"It's not like a pussy like you would talk to his own girlfriend" Kyle retorted, a smirk across his lips. He knew that statement would annoy the raven haired male, Stan hated being called a pussy, though truthfully he wouldn't ever dare to cross the dark side of Wendy Testaburger. When you felt her aura you would avoid her all day.

"I'm not a pussy dude, Wendy is just controlling when she gets pissed." He tried to hide the nervous blush across his cheeks. Kyle started to laugh lightly at Stan, who in turn followed him by laughing too. They were soon interrupted by Stan's mom, coughing lightly to show her presence. She walked over to the coffee maker and poured herself a cup.

"Hey Mrs Marsh." Kyle spoke, drinking the rest of his coffee and putting on the empty cup on the table.

"Oh, hello Kyle." She smiled softly at him and poured another cup of coffee.

"Stanley, it's a surprise to see you up this early" Sharon mocked him. She was used to the 10 or 11 oclock greeting but not at 7.

"ha ha. Well this ass woke me up." Stan mumbled, drinking the rest of his orange juice and sighing.

"Oh, how wrong you are Stan. This is one sexy ass" Kyle smirked and stood up from the table. Sharon was used to their behaviour by now, knowing they loved to banter together.

"I'll go see Wendy later, but right now I have some studying to do, I'll text you when I'm done dude." Kyle put a firm hand on Stan's shoulder. He knew talking to Wendy would be hard, but he had to get Stan to say yes. For reasons he couldn't explain he needed to be with his friend right now.

"Kyle...You're the best friend any guy could ask for." Stan lightly embraced his friend playfully. Unknown to Stan, Kyle's cheeks were almost as flamed as his hair. Kyle was grateful that Stan couldn't see his flushed face. After saying quick goodbyes, Kyle told Stan to go to his house and wait in there, of course Stan obliged knowing there was a spare key under the mat. Kyle's mission now was to convince Wendy. He was nervous, less to say. He knew that Wendy didn't carry a soft spot for him at all.

Kyle had studied until around two, regretting his decision to even talk to Wendy at all. Every moment gave him a fluttering feeling in his gut. He looked glumly at the clock when it reached two.

He decided it was time, he grabbed his cell and jacket, then headed out and for Wendy's house. The air took him back a little since it was much softer and warmer than earlier. It felt good on his face as he bathed in the rare heat.

After a good five minute walk, Kyle froze infront of Wendy's house, he had a good mind of turning around and running home, but he knew he had to do this for Stan. He took a deep breathe and proceeded to knock on the red door which was shielding him from the wrath of Wendy. 'Oh Jesus' Kyle thought, sounding almost as nervous as Tweek. His anxiety was getting the better of him as he waited for the door to open. When it finally did his jaw hit the floor and he paled. His ex girlfriend was there. Bebe.

"What do you want asshole" She sneered in a cruel tone. Kyle knew she had the right to be mad at him, everyone did. He had cheated on her, with a male. Kenny McCormick to be precise. Kenny was the one who seduced him and they were only making out, but for Kyle that still meant cheating.

"I need to talk to Wendy" Kyle spoke confidently, he knew Bebe could always sense his fear and she used that to her defence.

"we're busy." Bebe slammed the door right in Kyle's face. Had he hurt her that much? He wasn't about to give in so easily. He knocked again, louder this time, doubting that they would answer again, yet still tried. 'Why are girls so troublesome.' Kyle thought and sighed to himself.

"Wendy! Wendy! C'mon I know I'm an ass but I need to talk to you about Stan!" He yelled up to her window, but received no answer again. Kyle gave up and sat on her front door step waiting for any response. He was hoping they would give in soon and let him talk. He waited for a good half hour before resorting to his last idea. He grabbed a rock from the floor and steadied it in his hand, he then catapulted it up to Wendy's window. Of course for Kyle, luck wasn't on his side today as he heard a loud crack in the glass pane, followed by a loud shriek from presumably Wendy.

"Shit." Kyle mumbled under his breathe as the window opened. Wendy stuck her head out, an angry expression spreading through her face. The red head cringed as he waited for Wendy to explode.

"Kyle you complete jerk!" The raven screamed at him, her cheeks becoming flushed in all her rage. He knew what Stan had meant now. She was scary when angry. Really scary.

"I-I'm so sorry Wendy. I'll pay for it." Kyle Stuttered, letting his nerves take over him. He felt that fluttering feeling in his stomach again. He knew he had screwed up his chances of talking, or even convincing Wendy now. "I know this is chancing it now, but could I talk to you?" Kyle kept eye contact to a minimum, knowing it would only anger her more.

"you know what Kyle. You should just go-" Wendy paused, her anger dying out as she took a deep breath. Stan had told her to be nice to Kyle, even if it was on a whim. "All right Kyle. You win. But you still owe me a fucking window." She growled and thanked that it was a warm day.

Kyle waited outside and watched as Wendy appeared outside with him in casual jeans and a top. She looked like her and Bebe had just been through a pampering session since the smell of nail varnish covered the fresh air, making Kyle cough a little.

"Well." She stood there. Her arms crossed. Eyes on kyle.

"Stan doesn't want to go to your party..." He spoke, trying not to upset her. He was looking down at his feet and played with his hands, trying to distract himself from Wendy's stare. Wendy stood there shocked. Her own boyfriend not wanting to spend alone time with her.

"Excuse me?" Wendy glared at the red head and stood, not looking at all pleased with that statement.

"I mean. He has his reasons though...Wait...I think that first statement came out a little-"

"A little what? A little jealous. Jealous that you were only invited on a whim? Jealous that me and Stan are happy!" Wendy pursed. She wasn't happy at all. You could tell in all her actions that she was pissed off.

"N-No. Of course not. He just...wants you to agree to some terms that he came up with...that's all." Kyle whimpered, backing away from the aura that was devouring her. Wendy obviously didn't do terms. Especially if it wasn't her terms.

"Go on." She gritted through her teeth, she knew getting too angry would only get Kyle upset, then Kyle would run off to Stan and tell him.

"He wants you to let up a little. Give him time for friends and fun. He said he'll go if you'll give him that at least." Wendy stood there, considering the offer. She thought it was fair enough but knew that those sort of terms needed terms of their own.

"I agree...If you agree to my terms." She smiled politely, her hands caressing her curvy hips. Kyle shook his head and closed his eyes, he knew she had to complicate things.

"Terms? Kyle asked completely oblivious to her menacing behaviour. Wendy nodded and walked inside, signalling for Kyle to enter. This wasn't going too bad. Except from the broken window, angry Wendy and pissed off Bebe.

Once they reached her bedroom, she shoved Kyle in alone. No Bebe. No anyone. He took a good look around Wendy's room, she had a small picture of her and Stan ice skating together, it was cute.

"Wait there." She spoke in all seriousness. And walked away. Kyle sat at the foot of Wendy's bed, his anxiety had came back, full force. He felt sick and nervous waiting once again for the girls to propose there terms. 'Jesus. I'm so nervous.' Kyle thought, a sweat forming on his brow, trying to think positively and how he was doing it for his best friend. When they finally returned both girls had spiteful looks about them. Kyle knew he was in for a bumpy ride.

"All I want you to do is go to Kenny's house..." Wendy knelt down so she was at his height and smiled. Kyle was officially creep-ed out to the max. Wendy was being strangely calm after the broken window and the intrusion.

"And kiss him." Kyle blushed furiously. He wasn't expecting that, it was too easy a task for him. He looked at them both confused and stood up, ready to leave. But was pushed down by Wendy. She had a menacing look in her eye.

"No. First tell me something." Wendy was dominating, and Kyle obliged, he knew she could unleash a wrath far worse than anyone's he knew.

"Why. Just why, couldn't Stan do this himself?" Kyle thought for a moment before answering.

"Because he's a pussy dude." He shrugged as Wendy allowed him to stand up. Wendy knew he was lying, he had other motives, knowing them or not, he subconsciously had other reasons for this. Reasons that Wendy could see even before Kyle could himself.

"Fine. I'll go do it now then." Kyle forced his way out of the room, searching for his cellphone in his pocket to call Kenny. He wasn't going to intrude on him for something so silly. Once outside he dialed the number slowly and lifted the phone to his ear. The dial tone rang and it took about five rings before Kenny finally picked up.

"Hey sexy" Kenny greeted through the phone. God he was perverted. Kyle sighed and thought about his decision before greeting him back.

"Hey ass. Could I come around?" Kyle had to admit, Kenny's sexual innuendo was pretty funny and made Kenny...Kenny.

"Ah. You want another make out session? I'm sure your boyfriend won't mind." Kenny teased, and caught a long pause from Kyle who was probably composing himself.

"One, no, two, Stan's not my boyfriend and three, I need to ask a favor so can I come around?" Kyle asked, his voice sounding desperate and Kenny simply agreed and hung up. Kyle wanted to get this over with so he could go back home and hang out with Stan.

Once at Kenny's house he made his way up the littered path and knocked on the rotten door. Kenny's life was still in a poor situation although he had a small job that paid for only the rent in his house. His parents had given up on bills and responsibilities and sat around doing drugs and drinking all day.

When Kenny answered the door he was wearing a pair of boxers and a large top, looking like Pajamas. "Hey there Hun." Kenny smiled and greeted Kyle in, Kyle only then noticed how think Kenny actually was. The house wasn't that bad on the inside, a little shabby but nice enough. Kenny led Kyle up to his room and playfully shoved him onto his bed. Kyle laughed and attempted to get up. Failing miserably because Kenny was straddling him, looking mischievous.

"You're looking worked up Kyle. Relax." Kenny placed his hands on Kyle's chest and softly rubbed his hands up and down it. To Kyle it meant nothing, it was just that sort of friendship.

"Not now Kenny. I need to talk to you." Kyle giggled as Kenny's bangs brushed his face, tickling him slightly. The blond sat up, still on his torso intrigued to hear what Kyle had to talk about.

"My ears are open, as long as it involves sex..." Kenny had a perverted grin on his face as he looked down at Kyle, who was in a bad situation and feeling highly embarrassed.

"Well it doesn't include sex but, I need to ask you a favour." He stated simply, Kenny nodded, happy to listen to Kyle's problems.

"Kiss me?" Kyle asked in a pleading voice. He just wanted to get it over and done with without Stan being too suspicious of his whereabouts.

Kenny contemplated this question "Hmm...explain." He looked down at Kyle who looked agitated.

"Alright. So you know Wendy's camping trip. Stan was invited too but he knows that if he goes then she'll be a massive bitch and not let him have fun." Kyle explained and Kenny shook his head. He knew Kyle just wanted to spend more time with Stan. More than he did already.

"So, Stan's a giant pussy so I had to ask her if she would agree with the terms Stan set but she obviously-"

"Wanted her own terms and for an odd reason, got the man her best friend was dating to agree to kiss the guy who he cheated with?" Kenny finished, it was obvious, too simple. He figured Kyle knew it was too simple for Wendy. Kyle sat oblivious. Kenny could really work things out in his head when he tried.

"So? Will you kiss me?" Kyle asked simply. Kenny answered by laying his lips softly on top of Kyle's, it only lasted mere seconds but it was a sensation he missed. They both sat it silence. Remembering the night that they got together and Bebe had found them. To be honest it was one of the funniest nights of their lives, well excluding the part where Bebe broke up with Kyle.

"Thanks Kenny." Was all Kyle said as he playfully punched him in the arm.

"No problem. Just doing my job I guess." Kenny smiled and jumped off the bed, opening the door for the red head. Kyle really felt like he needed that with Kenny

"Out. I'm having Pip over soon so you need to leave." He casually stated waiting for the red head to scoot. Kyle looked over at Kenny and laughed. He had to admit though, Kenny straddling him like that caused all kind of co motion in his southern regions.

"You are mean Kenny. He's so innocent." Kyle walked past him and smiled. Receiving a smack of his ass cheek by Kenny, he chuckled and closed the door. Kyle smiled to himself, that was all it took for him and Stan to have more time and fun together. One kiss. From his second best friend. He was now excited for the camping trip, even if Bebe and Wendy would be there.

Stan sat on the couch watching T.V, Kyle was taking forever and he had even thought about calling him at one point but re decided when he knew Wendy wouldn't be very happy about it. Stan got up and turned the television off, he was bored and tired of waiting. 'I guess I'll wait for Kyle upstairs' Stan yawned and headed for Kyles room. When he entered it was clean as usual. No clothes on the floor. Bed made. Stan's room was usually a tip when Kyle came around but he didn't seem to mind.

Stan jumped on Kyles bed and looked up to the ceiling, there were many of pictures of his friends, especially him and Stan, he even noticed one of Bebe and him. Stan never knew the real truth why he and Bebe had broken up, Kyle always told him they weren't right for each other but Stan had other suspicions.

Meanwhile, Kyle was on his way home finally. He would call Wendy later to tell her the deed was done, not that he had any evidence of the kiss anyway. 'stupid bitch' he chuckled in his mind and he approached the front door and pulled out his house key. He fumbled around a bit since his hands were freezing. Although it was summer it wasn't warm. "Stan?" Kyle called out shutting the door behind him. No answer was heard. Kyle rolled his eyes and knew exactly where Stan would be, nosing in his room.

Kyle quietly sneaked upstairs so he could catch Stan in the act, but instead when he got there he sighed at the scene. Stan was taking a nap in Kyle's bed, looking all innocent. Kyle knew what to do, and this would give him a shock. Kyle slowly crawled onto the bed, luckily Stan was splayed out on his back so he could get into position. Kyle straddled the tanned boy just like Kenny had done to him earlier. Luckily Stan hadn't woken up and Kyle could put his plan in motion. He grabbed his cell phone from his pocket and poked Stan in the forehead, his eyes were hazy and now was the perfect time, he pressed the capture button on his camera and took the picture. Stan's eyes widened as he felt the smaller boy sat on him in an unusual position.

"Feeling frisky Broflovski?" Stan raised an eye brow as Kyle turned his cell around to show him the picture. Stan sighed and laughed lightly.

"You are gonna bribe me with that aren't you..." He began to shield his eyes from the burning light. Kyle simply snickered and nodded.

"I could bribe you, or I could keep it all for myself" The red head laughed and laid down beside Stan, putting the joke aside for the moment. He smiled mischievously at Stan who blinked confusingly.

"She agreed." Kyle spoke. For a moment Stan hadn't a clue, then he thought about it hard. Somewhere in his brain a light clicked on.

"Sweet dude" Stan cheered to himself as he began to think of all the fun they would both have in that week.

"I know right, easy as pie" Kyle stated as he laid softly next to his best friend in the whole world. But something inside Kyle wanted to tell Stan about what he had to do, though he shoved it to the back of his mind and sat up.

"What movie do you want to watch?" Stan contemplated and looked on Kyle's shelf full of Dvd's. He scanned over every genre. Rom coms, Comedy, Romance and other countless genre's. Finally Stan laid eyes upon the movie for his final decision.

"How about...Insidious..." Stan had heard of the movie but hadn't had a chance to see it when it was released. When he glanced at Kyle, he had a confused expression on his face.

"That's not mine...Must be Ike's or something." Kyle shrugged and picked up the small DVD case, it wasn't what he would usually watch since it was a horror, but he didn't want to look stupid in front of Stan. He smiled and opened the case, placing the movie into the player, waiting anxiously for the menu to appear on the screen.

"C'mon Kyle sit sit." Stan patted the bed right beside himself and Kyle pressed play before retreating to the bed. A flush of beet across his creamy skin.

He was going to regret this...

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