Where the fuck have I been for the last 6 months? I think I died or something. Anyway, here's some lovely Style for all you lovies.

Kyle found his legs walking out the door. He couldn't control his actions, nor his feelings. All he could think about was all the horrible possibilities that could happen with his lover, Stan. Him and his mom had gotten into a fight again. Afterall, father's day was always hard for Stan ever since his dad left a few years back.

The now 16 year old boys had resorted to always being there for eachother with their problems. Eventually they found themselves falling in love. However, even with the kisses, the cuddling, and the hours of cuteness together, their problems were still there; still just as bad. And tonight was a night when Stan needed Kyle more than ever.

You can't come over here Kyle. I want you here so bad, but I don't want to get in to any more trouble with my mom.

Kyle read the text that Stan had sent him. He didn't care what his mother thought. Stan needed him. If Kyle didn't step in, what would the raven haired boy do? The last time he was angry, he unleashed it on himself. Kyle wouldn't be able to live with himself if that happened again, and he couldn't stop it.

Stan, I'm coming over whether you like it or not. I love you and I'm going to be there for you. I'll come to your window. Unlock it and I'll sneak in.

Kyle walked down the street, made a left, and then a right. The route to his wonderboy's house was such a normal walk for him, he didn't even have to think about where he was going. The only difference was that now he couldn't just go up to the front door, he had to sneak around back. Picking up a small rock, he flicked it up at Stan's window to signal his arrival. He then crawled up the side of the white fence that wrapped around his house, luckily being just outside the window of the boy's bedroom. Losing his footing only once and having to start over, Kyle managed to crawl in to the boy's window.

"Kyle, you're here," Stan whispered. His voice was filled with fear, but love and gratitude.

"Of course I am. I love you," Kyle whispered back, letting Stan collapse into his arms into a loving hug.

The two boys stood there in the middle of Stan's bedroom in each-other's arms, not making a sound. Minutes passed, and eventually they sat down on the bed and started talking.

"Baby, I know your dad left you. I know you have baggage. I know it seems like everything is going wrong. But I'm here for you, and I always will be. I'm not going anywhere. I won't leave you like your dumbass father."

Stan's eyes filled with love, and the expression on his face showed Kyle how much he meant to him.

"Forever, Kyle. I know you'll always be here for me. And I'm always going to be here for you. I love you. I wouldn't be sane without you. You saved me," Stan whispered to his boyfriend.

The two both leaned in for a kiss. Their hands stayed by their sides, their bodies barely touched. This kiss wasn't out of lust, it was out of love, and all that was felt was the compassion of the other.

There's a quick one-shot, mainly because I haven't written in forever. This is loosely based off of a true story of me and my boyfriend.