Stan sat on his bed reading his textbook with a dull expression on his face, he licked his dry lips and flipped the book close and tossed it onto the floor where it landed with a heavy thud. The door opened and he looked up to see Kyle standing in the door.

"Hey dude," Stan said as he sat on the edge of his bed, which was when he saw the look on his face, the sad eyes and the deep frown. His eyes were a little puffy and blood shot, his pale cheek had a bright red mark on it in the shape of a handprint beneath his hat. Stan stood up instantly; he hurried over to Kyle and took his hand. "What's wrong?" Stan asked, his voice filled with concern for this little Jewish boy. Stan stared as Kyle's lower lip began to quiver mercilessly.

"I-I…" his voice was lost as he dissolved into tears. Stan hugged him tightly and Kyle clung to him with sobs that shook his entire being. "Sh-She knows…" he whimpered finally between sobs.

Stan's eyes grew wide as the color drained from his face and he looked down at Kyle as he remained clinging, that explained the slap across his face, that explained his behavior.

"Y-Your mother?" Stan asked, his voice quivering with fear.

Kyle nodded as he slowly straightened up to look Stan in the eye, "She brought me here to say g-goodbye…"

"G-Goodb-bye?!"

"She's taking me to a boarding school for Jewish boys, she wants me to be around other boys my age but that aren't gay like I am." Stan shook his head.

"I don't understand," Stan replied fearfully.

"I'm never coming back to South Park…"

Stan fell completely numb as a voice screamed through the house, "Kyle! Where are you?!"

His mother stormed to Stan's room and found the two of them close to each other. Stan didn't want to let go of him, but he knew that fighting Kyle's mom would do him no good, either way he would be gone. With Kyle being Jewish, it would never be able to happen…

"Come on Kyle, we're leaving." She ordered viciously, she eyed Stan maliciously before grabbing Kyle's hand and pulling him forcefully out of the room.

"No!" Stan yelled, grabbing Kyle's hand and pulling him back, the rage he needed finally broke through and he pulled Kyle close to him and kissed him fervently on the lips. Kyle was stunned briefly before returning the kiss with as much ferocity as he could muster. The last time they would get this opportunity, the last time they would get to see or hold each other. The very few seconds they had before Kyle's mom ripped Kyle from Stan's arms. Stan forced all of his feelings into the one single kiss, to tell the little Jewish boy whom he first friended and then fell in love with, that he would never give up on him.