Ok, this is my first story so be kind.

Anyway…I own nothing.

"Kyle?" Stan Marsh asked in a concern voice. Kyle Broflovski looked up with the most puppy dog look ever.

"Yeah, Stan?"

"Kyle is there something wrong? You know you can tell me anything right? I mean, you look like your dog just died."

Kyle sighed. " I can't tell you. It is wrong and disgusting and I hate myself for it."

Stan rolled his eyes. Kyle overreacts to everything, but if he hates himself for it, then he really does need help.

"Come on, Kyle, what is it?" Now whining to no end, Kyle looked up at the taller boy.

"Stan, this may be a shocker, but I am-"

"Gay? Yeah I know. Is that this about?"

Kyle blinked. How does he know? He didn't even know until that dream he had last week. Oh God no, he was not going to think about it. The sound of Stan's voice woke him up.

"Kyle? Kyle? Damnit, Kyle!"

" What? Oh, sorry, um…what do you mean that you knew I was gay?"

"Everyone knows Kyle…I don't care if you are gay, Kyle. Just don't start liking your brother…or worst Cartman" Stan, burst into laughter. Kyle on the other hand turn bright red and of course, he freaked.

"Dude!? My brother!? Cartman? Are you sick in the head?"

"Chill, dude, just a joke…Listen, I am going to meat with Kenny…so I will see you later?"

"Yeah…whatever"

Stan shrugged and walked off. Kyle stayed behind…He looked around and waited….he knew that a certain blond was listening into the short talk between distant friends.

"Come on Butters, you don't need to hide anymore"

Butters came out, shaking badly. Probably because he hang out with Tweek again.

"What's up Kyle? Why didn't you tell Stan that you love-"

"Because, I can't tell him that! Its sick! How can I love him of all people?!"

"It is perfectly normal to love someone close to, Kyle." Butters blushed deeply after saying this.

"No it is not, Butters! I don't think you understand."

"Yes I do!" Butters, seemed more and more flushed the deeper the conversation went. " I understa-" A ring cut him off.

Butters went to see his cell phone, to see who it is. He didn't answer.

"Was it Wendy, again?" Kyle asked, not really caring. Its his fault for dating someone so OCD.

"Yeah… I think I will dump her. Besides, I know my heart is for someone special" Butters looked incredibly dreamy and began to blush even more.

"Oh, who is it?" Kyle, still not caring, but he should. He should always care on who your friends like, especially when they like you.

This is crap and I promise to do better, but I wanted to upload something.