Because I figured, if I want to do a South Park fic, it really can't be anything serious x) ... Let's see how long I can keep that word... But anyway! I already have this finished and, once I get it all out, it will be the longest fic that I've f! Woohoo! It doesn't win by too far though x) Still! It is. And, it will contain a few other evident pairings aside from Style, but also manymany subtle hints of other pairings. Just read it and then gasp. South Park belongs to Trey Parker and Matt Stone.

Kyle had not expected him to be called at 8 am on Saturday. And to add, he had expected less for it to be Wendy. Who's awake at eight on a weekend anyway? Apparently she was. Kyle was, to put lightly, tired when he got to the phone and though it might have been the reason why he heard no "hi" or "good morning" from the other side of the handset, he suspected there never was such thing. So the very first thing he heard was an inquiry of if he and Stan had made something. Needless to say, he had lost the thread of the conversation already.

"What?"

To Wendy, the question was probably more obscure than an actual word, but she got the tone of it. Kyle heard her sigh and could really imagine her shaking her head along with it in disappointment of his intellect.

"I said, did you make out?"

Huh? Out of what? Kyle tried hard to remember yesterday through his sleepiness. Had Kenny got busted in trying to steal something again? He remembered that happening at some point in the week.

"Yeah?"

There was a short pause and Kyle assured himself he had given the right answer.

"Wow, I didn't expect you to… so willingly admit it."

Okay, that settled it. And at that Kyle felt irritated. Was she trying to patronize him? At eight o'clock in the morning? Well he was not moved. Kenny could shoplift from his heart's desire for all he cared as long as he wasn't making a career out of it.

"I'm not ashamed to admit it. It's no secret, you know?" he thought about that for a moment, "As long as nobody tells the adults about it, for practical reasons."

He heard a barely audibly "oh" and then they returned to the silence. Kyle was actually quite proud of how he was able to get Wendy speechless so easily.

"Well… I'm glad for you guys. And… I hope you know that you have a totally awesome boyfriend."

Huh? What boyfriend?

"Kenny?"

He could sense that if Wendy had been in the same room with him, she would have smacked him upside-down the head.

"No, you idiot! Stan!"

This time it was Kyle's turn to oh. He scratched his head and contemplated on what she was saying. He saw chicks call each other "girlfriends" all the time on TV, perhaps this was some sort of adaption.

"Yeah… he's the best."

He wondered if she had any actual matter to talk about, or was she just calling to tell him he had a great friend. Well that was a waste, he knew that already.

"You know, I always thought it was my fault we broke up", wasn't she the one who broke up with him? "So I'm actually quite relieved to know it wasn't."

Kyle really didn't want to discuss this with her, but his polite side got the better of him. His next words came out however as bored and annoyed as possible. Maybe she'd get the hint anyway.

"What do you mean?"

She obviously didn't get it and carried on.

"Well… I think, deep inside of me, I always knew he was like that."

Like what? A shoplifter like Kenny? Didn't she just say he was awesome? Kyle groaned soundlessly. Girls were sometimes so hard to follow.

"Do you have some problem with how he's like?"

Wendy hurriedly denied this. Kyle just wished he could get to sleep again, since this clearly wasn't going anywhere.

"Anyway, that's all I called to say. I honestly do hope that you stay together for like, ever, really. I'm not bitter or anything, that's not why I called. I just wanted to say… congratulations. That's all."

Kyle nodded his head at all this, trying to keep up with her. He could already see his bed, all comfy and warm, waiting for him to return.

"Alright… Thanks. Bye then, I guess?"

She was some odd girl to say the least. Had she just called him, totally out of random, to congratulate him on Stan and his friendship? Silly girl, silly girl.

"Yeah, bye."

Kyle had almost put the receiver down before he managed to hear her final last words.

"Oh, and I heard he used tongue with you. You go Kyle, he never kissed me with such passion!"

The drowsy boy only nodded again, mumbled her something along the lines of "yeahyeah, thanks,seeyouaround" and hung up the phone. Only right after doing so, he realized.

"What the hell just happened?!"

-

When Stan had opened the front door to his house, he had waited for Kyle to be on the other side of it. Or Kenny. Or even Cartman with some ridiculous plot to make money. But Clyde was a surprise. Clyde on his doorsteps meant that either he wanted something from Stan or one of Stan's friends was in trouble. Which were kind of like the same thing. Clyde just said something alike to a salute and strolled in without even requiring an invitation. Stan blinked and figured out as much as to close the door, all the while Clyde was evidently evaluating the apartment.

"Clyde, what do you want?"

Clyde seemed to very tempt at dropping and breaking a very expensive looking vase he had picked up from the sideboard next to the couch. Stan snatched the poor vase from his hands before he could carry this out.

"I'm here to talk about bees and… bees."

Stan stared at him, unfazed.

"… What the fuck are you talking about? What bees?"

Clyde rolled his eyes very much visibly and then placed his gaze somewhere in the right. Stan waited patiently, crossing his arms.

"Well… When a man loves a woman, they express their love by…"

Stan's eyes widened and it was beyond him why Clyde had decided that that was what he needed to explain.

"I know how it goes! But it's "birds and bees", you idiot! "And the flowers and the trees"! You know, the other parts are quite prominent. How am I supposed to realize what you're talking about when all you say is "bees"?

Clyde didn't take in the insult, in fact, he seemed quite pleased.

"That's the whole point! Sometimes, there really is no flower part!"

They quietly eyed at each other for a moment. Sometimes, Stan just couldn't come up with a reason why people always confided him with things such as this, things that made absolutely no sense at all.

"Clyde… What are you trying to say here?"

And then the boy looked very much troubled again. He sighed and suddenly walked off further into the room. Stan had no other option but to follow. Clyde sat on the couch so casually it was odd.

"Bees and bees. You know, in the metaphor, the flower refers to a girl and the bee to a boy. So when we only have bees..?"

Stan shook his head. The conversation was getting absolutely ridiculous. He pitied Clyde if the only stories he heard as a kid were "bees and bees".

"So you're talking about two boys getting it on?" Clyde cheered his agreement, "Clyde… are you coming out to me?"

Clyde smacked his head onto his hand, holding it down as if he was ashamed, and groaned. Stan made a guess that it meant no.

"No, no… Stan, I'm talking about you!"

What, Clyde wanted him to come out now? No wonder nobody hang out with him, except for the people that were totally flamboyant anyway. Like Token. Although Token didn't admit to this.

"I am not gay! Where the hell did you get that idea?"

At first, Clyde looked surprised. But this was soon replaced with a face that at the same time displayed both skepticism and hurt.

"Well, it surely isn't just experimenting, since you and Kyle have been going on at it for such a long time now. Yes, I do think it's acceptable the first time but after that…"

Stan was currently once again not following at all what the other was saying. He interrupted what could have been a long speech.

"What has Kyle got to do with this?"

Clyde stared at him like he was an idiot.

"Kyle..? Like, your boyfriend or whatever?"

The first thought Stan had, was what a complete girl Clyde sounded. The next one was much more essential.

"What the fuck?! … Have you been speaking to Cartman?"

The boy on the sofa slowly, but surely shook his head. This didn't erase any of Stan's doubts however. It just meant that Clyde wasn't the original victim. He just needed to find that victim and…

"Dude, everyone knows about it."

Ah, shit. Stan wanted to go upstairs and jump out of the window. That just made things a thousand times tougher. Everyone knew, how great is that? That meant only one thing for him though. He had to swap into plan B: Find Kyle. Kyle will know what to do. And if he didn't, then at least he had someone with whom to panic with. Together, they would get the rumor fixed eventually. He nodded to himself, calmly, or so he thought. But after he had run out the door and the first couple of blocks he figured out he might have not been as calm and cool as he had thought. For, a couple of blocks away, he remembered he had forgotten Clyde, sitting on the couch. Oh well, too late to turn back now.

-

His eyes widened and he pulled the receiver back to his ear, as if there was a possibility Wendy was still there. The death wail that followed was enough woke up everyone in his neighborhood. Seconds later, he tried to call the girl back, but the number remained busy after trying numerous times. He then dialed Stan's cell phone number, but with no luck either. Figuring out he might have a problem, Kyle did what he thought every teenager did to solve their problems: he fell asleep on the couch a phone in his hand. He woke up four hours later like he woke up to every morning. About a half an hour later, he was set and ready to go find Stan, shook him a little bit and fret about why this was happening. Then Stan would find a way to clear everything out. Together.

He nodded to himself and rushed out. Kyle then realized he didn't know where Stan was. He returned back in and got the hold of the phone again. He rang his friend's home number this time in order to distribute his calls or whatever. Stan's mom answered the phone and told him that his son was in the living room with Clyde Donovan. Kyle didn't know why Stan was hanging out with him all of the sudden, but that wasn't as important as to think about at the moment. He run back on the streets, since the house he aimed for was close enough for him to go there by foot. As he run, he completely failed to notice Stan flee past him on the other side of the road. He also failed to notice Token coming from the other direction and walking the steps to Stan's door, reaching the door at the same time as Kyle.

"Hi, Kyle."

Kyle startled and the one to ring the bell ended up being Token. Kyle spared him a quick glance before both turned their eyes on the door.

"Hi… What are you doing here?"

He gave himself a mental slap for sounding too suspicious. It had been meant to sound more like a friendly chatter. The tone of his voice probably made Token answer as quickly as he did.

"Oh, I'm here to see Clyde! … Yeah, he said he'd be here…" Oh right, Kyle had all forgotten about Clyde, "… Clyde came to talk about you know what. Yeah, he knows."

Kyle grunted. They heard a yell from the inside, telling Stan to go open the door.

"He knows what?"

He wished, he prayed that neither Token nor Clyde knew what he thought he knew, because if they didn't, the rumor was not widespread. For a while, Token was quiet.

"How did you make out?"

So that was it then. Wendy knew, Clyde knew and Token knew. Which meant that everyone knew. He shouldn't have expected less though.

"No, we did not make out!" Token tried to object, but Kyle cut him off, "Who told you Stan and I are together? Was it Wendy?"

Though, it didn't really matter if the person who told the boy wasn't the original source of the rumor. But however, Token didn't seem like he was going to answer him. He just stared at him, wide-eyed and Kyle got the feeling something was wrong. But just then, the door opened. Kyle's gaze wandered off to see who was on the other side of it, but he still felt Token's eyes on him. To his surprise, it was neither Stan nor his mother, but Clyde. Clyde smiled happily at them. Before he could greet them, Kyle opened his mouth.

"Where's Stan?"

Clyde looked thoughtful for a second even though Kyle had a feeling it was right on the top of his mind, where Stan was.

"Oh. He went to see you… Which is kind of odd since you're here."

Kyle didn't have the time to respond. Instead, he turned on his heels and ran off. Token's gaze followed him until he was unreachable. He then spoke.

"Dude… did you know they were a couple?"

Clyde grinned and went through a small thought process. He quickly decided that if the circumstances allowed it, the truth was always the best way to go.

"Yeah… That's actually what I came to talk with Stan about. I wasn't sure how…" you would react to it, he planned to say, but rethought, "Stan's mom made waffles! Want to come in and eat?"

Token blinked and stared at him for nearly a whole minute. Then he shrugged and agreed, following his friend inside.

-

Stan guessed that Kyle was probably at his door just now, realizing he was not there. And he would probably know that Stan knew this and would stay there to wait for him to come back. But then again, he knew that Stan knew that Kyle was there searching for him, so Kyle might run here, expecting Stan to be waiting for him. He could have carried on, but it all came down anyway to how far they expected the other to expect. That way, they would most probably end up in different places. So the only thing sensible to do would be to break the circle and go somewhere completely unattached. Stan expected Kyle to realize this too. But where would Kyle go? Stan had his first guess immediately in mind: Stark's pond. Stan took a deep breath, preparing himself as he decided he had to run again to not miss Kyle.

He bumped into Bebe afterwards. It was a rather simple accident. Stan was running and he wasn't quite certain about what Bebe was doing, but she probably wasn't aiming to hit him. Or… who knows really.

"Oh hi Stan! You know, I was actually looking for you!"

Oh great. We all know what that was about. Stan hoped he didn't have to go through another one of bees and bees again.

"No, I didn't know. What did you want?"

Just because he knew what she was going to say, it didn't mean that he was going to make it easy for her. Though from experience, girls were easier on these kinds of things.

"Did Wendy try to talk to you?" Stan shook his head, "As expected. Well anyway, I heard you and Kyle got engaged!"

What the hell? That was definitely new to Stan. He had heard people accuse them of being gay before, but never before engaged.

"… What? Who said that?" Bebe smiled mischievously and winked at him and he guessed she wasn't going to tell him, "Well, may I ask you, do you see me a ring?"

Stan waved his hand before Bebe's face, but the girl just rolled her eyes and pushed Stan's hand away. Stan pouted like a disobeying child and crossed his arms.

"Of course you don't have a ring. You proposed to Kyle, so Kyle has the ring, duh."

He had been pretty sure his dad owned an engagement ring and a wedding ring, separately. But suddenly, he felt unsure. He had to check that later on.

"I'm actually pretty sure Kyle has no ring on any of his fingers."

The blonde eyed him curiously.

"So… you're not engaged?"

Stan could come up with so many reasons why it was thoroughly insane to believe that. He couldn't understand why Bebe didn't see them though. He chose to voice out his reasons.

"First of all, I don't think same-sex marriages are allowed in Colorado. Second, even if Kyle was a girl and I would still be a boy, don't you think we're too young? At all?"

Her face lit up as if Stan had just proposed to her and at that second, Stan decided he would never really understand girls.

"It's just for the sake of romance of course! You're not going to get married by law of course, you're just promising yourselves to each other for life!"

To Stan, that sounded exactly like marriage. He also wondered if the girl thought by saying things, she could make them come true. She looked so pleased.

"Yeah… I suppose, but the truth is…"

He was interrupted pretty quickly.

"Oh! I understand!" Stan muttered a barely audible doubt to that, "You don't want to tell everyone yet! It's okay, your secret is safe with me! We never had this conversation. Although one more thing I'd like to say. I'm really, truly, completely happy for you."

She probably had the different conversation than the one Stan had had. But the girl smiled so warmly at him, Stan couldn't help but return the smile.

"Alright… thanks, I guess."

The blonde was being nice after all and Stan couldn't say he minded. He was glad that even if he were gay, there would be friends to support him.

"Nah, it's practically us girls' job to support you".

She winked and turned to leave. But wait a second, Stan wasn't gay! He had never admitted to that. He made an odd hand reach towards her.

"Bebe Wait!" she stopped, "I'm not… I'm not really gay."

But Bebe just grinned and nodded her head. She had quite quickly made her way away from him, but he could see her mouthing the words "of course you're not", clearly. Stan cursed to himself. He was really not making any progress in convincing everybody he was not gay and he Kyle an item. Ah well. They'd sort it out together with the boy. Everyone had to believe them if they both denied it or at least with a higher likelihood than with Stan alone. Which reminded, he really needed to find Kyle. He had already wasted enough time, so he got to hurry if he was ever going to catch him. If the other even went there. There was about fifty percent change with it and every other place. For, Stan knew Kyle and vice versa.