Disclaimer: South Park doesn't belong to me. You'd know if it did because Christophe would have been in the show after the movie, and it would be full of yaoi goodness.

Disclaimer 2: The image I used for this story is, in no way, mine. I respect the artist and hope they don't mind me using it.

AN: Okay, so if anyone is actually reading this, I don't really know what to tell you about this chapter. I wrote the second chapter first, and I was running on such a high that I was so ready to write this one. Then I tried writing this and had to rewrite like seven times. I almost deleted this whole chapter, but I decided that it was better than no chapter at all.

Chapter One: A plan in motion

The only thing weirder than South Park's elementary school is its high school. That could be proved by the things the attending teens witnessed on a daily basis. For example, their current situation.

"Today, we're going to talk about our sexuality."

What. The fuck.

Kyle closed his eyes, hand raising.

"Mr. Garrison, shouldn't we really be getting back to 'Othello'? You said that you were giving us a test tomorrow, and we haven't even gotten to Act three yet," the redhead said in attempt to steer his teacher back to the lesson plan.

Their teacher rolled his eyes. While he was grateful that Kyle was dedicated to his studies, he really wished the kid would lighten up, have a little fun.

Neither knew how much would change from that one day.

"We can take the test next Friday, Kyle. Now, I'm sure everyone's heard that it is now legal to marry in all 50 states. This shows a lot of progress in America, and, as a result of that leap taken in the right direction, we are all going to get more in touch with our homosexual sides. I'm sure," he said, as he saw some students start to get a little upset at the assumption that they had a gay side, "that some of you don't think you do, but I'm gonna tell you the truth. Everyone has a gay side."

**OCD**

"Oh, so you're actually eating today, Jew?"

Kyle looked down at his tray, rolling his eyes at the stereotypical insult. He saw a burger, baked fries, and a side of oddly-colored peas.

"I'm not eating it, fat ass! I just got it because my mom checks. I'm just gonna give it to Kenny," he said, pushing his lunch over to his blonde haired, blue eyed friend.

Kenny's eyes shone with adoration, as they did every time he looked at Kyle since the day the little redhead noticed that he didn't have enough money to buy food.

Kyle had seen that the blonde didn't have lunch, and, instead of him calling him out and making a huge deal about it, he'd simply pushed his lunch over and continued playing on his phone. Kenny had looked at him for a moment, then, with a smile on his face and in his eyes, proceeded to eat the lunch while moving a scoot closer to his Jewish friend.

"Aww, Kylie, you're the best!" The blonde threw his arms around Kyle, effectively glomping him, as was his goal. Kyle readily returned it, squeezing his friend close.

"No problem, Kenny. Now eat it before it gets cold. With this being a school lunch, especially our school's lunch, I'm not sure it'll taste good cold."

"But what are you gonna eat?" Kenny asked, noticing that Kyle didn't have anything in front of him besides a carton of milk.

Kyle smiled and pulled out a three pack of chocolate chip cookies, "Cookies."

"You're my cookie," Kenny cooed, squeezing Kyle tight.

Kenny took his arms from around his smaller friend, but threaded his right arm through Kyle's left, so as to still be connected to him. Kyle rolled his eyes, though with a slight smile on his face, and went back to Tumblr.

None of this escaped Cartman's eyes, and, of course, he had to comment on it.

"So, what did you fags think about Garrison's "lesson" today?" Cartman asked, putting air quotes on 'lesson'. "I mean, what kind of bullshit is he spouting? Just 'cause he's a fag, and a couple of kids here are, too, doesn't mean that everyone is gay. He's lucky I didn't kick him in the nuts."

Kyle rolled his eyes, sighing at the words that he'd heard time and time again. Why did he hang out with Cartman again?

"He didn't say that everyone is gay, just that they have a side of them that's gay. You need to learn to listen more, dude," Kyle said, fed up with the intolerance.

"What the hell's the difference, you goddamn Jew?"

"The difference, fat ass, is that having a gay side doesn't make you gay. Everyone has a gay side. Everyone has at least that one person in existence that, should the opportunity ever arise, they would go gay for," Kyle growled, gritting his teeth and trying to explain in a way that Cartman would understand.

Cartman stared blankly at Kyle for a minute, and, for a moment, Kyle thought that, maybe, just maybe, he'd actually gotten through to him. And then Cartman opened his mouth and ruined it.

"That's so fucking gay."

Kyle closed his eyes, quietly seething so as not to go off on his pseudo-friend. He shook his head and decided to let it go.

"Ya know, I wasn't always into guys, but I would've always gone gay for you, Kyle," Kenny said with a grin, kissing Kyle on the cheek.

Kyle grinned. He didn't doubt that Kenny spoke the truth; the blonde wasn't shy about letting his attraction to Kyle be known. Kyle couldn't say if he would've given Kenny a chance because there was always someone else. Someone who was surprisingly making their way to their table.

**OCD**

Stan walked up to them, holding his tray precariously while holding open his literature book in the other. He almost fell, but somehow managed to catch himself. He sat down at the table blindly, eyes never leaving the book, taking bites of his burger without looking at it.

He wasn't alone.

The other individual strode over to their table confidently, like a man on a mission. His dark eyes swept the table, stopping when they caught sight of the little redhead that had captured his attention since he'd met him back when they were children.

Marsh had just sat down across from Kyle, and Kenneth sat close to the latter, wrapped around him like an extremely handsy octopus. The fat one was placed across from them, glaring at the object of his affections, which he didn't appreciate at all. There just so happened to be an open seat next to said object, which he planned to take.

Reaching the table, he set his tray down, reveling in the way Kyle's eyes swung up to meet his, a blinding smile lighting up his face.

"Hi Christophe! What's up, dude?"

Christophe smirked at the excitement in Kyle's voice, though he was always excited to see the redhead himself.

"Hello, Kyle. Kenneth. Cartman."

The other boys nodded in turn, though Kenny kept his eyes trained on Christophe's own. He seemed to find whatever he was looking for before nodding slightly and then looking away. Christophe would have to watch him; it wouldn't do well to have Kenny tell Kyle of his affections before he was prepared.

Especially since Kyle was still involved with a meddlesome son of a bitch that was currently walking towards them.

"Hey Kyle! You guys, what's up?" Kyle's boyfriend, Kevin, said, coming to sit at the table. He looked saddened that the seats on either side of his boyfriend were taken, but Christophe couldn't give a damn, and he doubted Kenny could either.

Kyle and Kevin had started dating precisely eleven days ago, not that Christophe had been counting. He just showed up at their school one day and instantly took a liking to Kyle, which none of their group really liked, but none of them really had a say. They just decided to do their best to drive him away. So far, they were doing pretty well.

Stan, being Kyle's Super Best Friend, spent the majority of his days with the redhead, giving the couple basically no alone time. Kenny, with his lecherous tendencies, gave Kyle seemingly innocent, but obviously perverted, touches, while also bringing out his most impressive innuendos concerning the redhead. Cartman, well, he was his usual self, spewing his most offensive insults at the newcomer. Christophe himself was at his most hostile and threatening, letting his insanity shine like a morning star.

Kevin, being a newcomer, didn't expect any of this.

And Kyle? Kyle didn't find anything out of the usual because these were his friends. That was how they always were.

**OCD**

"So Kyle, do you want to go out tonight? I thought we could go to the movies," Kevin said, trying to bring his boyfriend's attention from the weird French guy.

Kyle reluctantly tore his gaze from Christophe and looked at Kevin, as it should be.

"Only if it's the one that just came out. You know, the one with the lady that has to become a spy so she can protect the organization? Yeah, that one," Kyle said, getting lost in his thoughts, most likely planning out their evening.

That's what Kevin liked about Kyle; he was so practical. He was always so calm and collected, never off the wall like these crazy people he called his friends. He didn't understand why Kyle hung around them, but, when he'd asked, Kyle had threatened to break up with him if he couldn't learn to accept them.

So he'd dealt with it.

He'd dealt with the way that Stan never left Kyle's side. He'd dealt with the way Kenny couldn't seem to keep his hands to himself, always groping Kyle. He'd dealt with Cartman's verbal abuse, Kyle assuring him that it was a daily thing that they all dealt with, even after being friends since they were practically born. And, most of all, he dealt with the fact that Christophe DeLorne was a psychopathic asshole that seemed like a ticking time bomb.

A time bomb that wanted his boyfriend.

**OCD**

After school was let out for the day, the group met at Kyle's locker, as was the routine. Kenny stood behind the redhead, hugging him from behind as he got what he needed for the weekend and put what he didn't back.

Kenny was aware of Kevin glaring at him, but he also knew that Kyle would chew his boyfriend out if he made a big fuss about it.

Apparently, Kevin didn't get the memo.

"Kyle, I don't like this! This guy doesn't have any boundaries or respect, for me or our relationship! And you never tell him to stop touching you! What's up with that?"

The hallway had gone silent.

With his face hidden in Kyle's wavy locks, Kenny smirked.

Kevin fucked up.

Kyle turned around slowly, with Kenny still attached to him, and though Kenny couldn't see his face, he knew what was happening. Kyle's temper was legendary, more than worthy of a redhead, and his glares made you feel like you were on the receiving end of the fire of a thousand suns.

Kenny relished the vibrations coming from Kyle's chest as the latter growled at Kevin, "We've discussed this before, Kevin! Kenny never had positive physical contact when he was younger, and I am privileged that he chose me to get it from! Kenny is one of my closest friends, and you need to be nice to him, or else."

Kyle turned around in Kenny's arms and threw his arms around his neck, trying to soothe the downtrodden look off of his friend's face.

Kevin looked properly chastised, and, as he started to apologize to him, Kenny made sure to look him directly in the eye as his hand drifted dangerously low on Kyle's back, a smirk planted clearly on his face.

Kevin gaped, but Kenny knew he couldn't say anything, especially after the way Kyle just defended him.

Kyle let him go, which he disapproved of, but didn't protest (no more than usually).

"Kylie, before you go out tonight, can you come pick me up from Christophe's house? We're gonna study," Kenny said.

"Sure Ken, will 7:00 be okay?" At Kenny's nod, he started walking away, Stan and Kevin at his heels. "Okay, see you then."

With only Christophe, Cartman, and himself present, Kenny felt it was safe to talk.

"Operation Kystophe begins tonight."

The other two nodded and then went their separate ways.

**OCD**

AN: Okay. So. . .let me know what you thought. Just in case anyone had any problems with Mr. Garrison's lesson, Cartman's views, or Kyle's explanation, I didn't mean to offend anyone. It's just something that me and my friend were talking about, and it made sense. It also seemed like something they might talk about, and we all know how Cartman is. I don't think I came anywhere near his level, though, so I'm gonna work on it.

One thing I was really concerned about was if I made the characters too OOC, so be sure to let me know how I did. I think the second chapter is much better, and, if anyone likes this one, I'll post it in a few days.