The grounds of South Park high were mostly empty bar two Boys who sat on the bleachers overlooking the desolate playing field. It was cold a grey and a light mist was slowly settling upon the town, despite Mike's many pleads to head indoors for warmth Dylan had refused to move, happy enough to sit in the cold with a Coffee in one hand and a Cigarette in the other, aside from the occasional whines that came from his lover it was an almost entirely quiet and peaceful afternoon.

Giving up on his attempt to get Dylan to go inside, Mike huffed a little and watched as the Goth took a drag from his cigarette before raising the coffee cup to his lips. The green and black haired boy shifted in his seat a little and then asked a question that he knew would get Dylan's attention.

'So, are Ike and Georgie dating?'

Dylan took another drag from his cigarette and continued to stare into the empty football field, letting the smoke slowly exhale from his mouth into the air.

'They aren't really dating, neither of them has the money or the time for that, but they are together if that's what you're asking'.

'How long have they been a couple?'

'Well they told us 6 months ago but I'm pretty sure it's closer to 8.'

Dylan didn't seem overly interested in this conversation; really he only seemed interested in stubbing out the end of his cigarette and finishing his coffee. It was hard to get him to have a proper conversation but Mike would be damned if he didn't try to have one anyway.

'You don't seem too bothered by this, is Ike not too conformist for you then?'

'Well Ethan knew Ike anyway, they go to the same Synagogue, so he knows Kyle. Kyle's Stan's best friend and if it weren't for Stan then the four of us probably would have been beaten up by the jocks a whole lot more than we have done. Not that I would have cared or anything but…'

His voice trailed off as he saw the smile on Mikes face.

'What?' He demanded.

Mike shook his head a little, still grinning and blushing a little.

'Nothing, it's just, you know.'

Dylan rolled his eyes and looked back at the playing field, trying to hide the rare smile that appeared on his face, although he would never admit it he actually found Mike to be pretty cute when he got all flustered. He composed himself as he lit up another cigarette, taking a deep drag before tapping off the ash and looking back at Mike.

'So you don't have a problem with Stan or Kyle then?'

'Nope.'

'Do you actually have a problem with anyone?'

Dylan thought for a moment.

'Butters Stotch'

Mike's eyes widened.

'Really? Butters? Of all the people you could have said, why him?'

'Cause when we asked if he wanted to be Goth he told us to fuck off then went and joined your faggy Vampire club instead.'

'Vampires arnt faggy Dylan'

Dylan rolled his eye again, taking another drag from his cigarette.

'Oh really?'

'Yeah.'

'Then why are you kissing me?'

'I'm not kissing…'

The last part of the sentence was muffled and forgotten as the Red haired Goth captured Mike's lips with his own.