"I said oooh girl, shock me like an electric eel." Stan sang out loudly in the car.

"What the hell are you singing?" Kyle asked, jilted by Stan's off-key notes.

"Baby girl, turn me on with your electric feel." Stan ignored Kyle and continued to sing, he made a sharp right turn.

"Stan seriously. What the hell are you singing? And why are you driving like a maniac?"

"You're so 1900's, Kyle. If you don't know MGMT I really don't know why I keep stickin' it to ya'."

"And now you're just quoting The Tripper." Kyle sighed.

"How do you know what I'm quoting?" Stan said innocently, making another sharp turn.

"We saw it together like a week ago." Kyle grabbed hold of the dashboard. "This happens every time we see a movie together. You pick a character to relate to and then you act like him for a week. It's a vicious cycle, Stan."

Stan and Kyle were having another pointless car conversation. This is what people in love did, or so Kyle thought. He really didn't mind as long as the pointless conversation was with Stan and in Stan's car. Just this slice of Kyle's happiness made his world a lot brighter. He smiled at Stan, who was now weaving in and out of imaginary traffic.

Thank God it was 3 in the morning.

Stan and Kyle had just gotten back from a party. For Stan, being his popular and lovable self it was amazing. For Kyle, being his smartass and bored-with-teenage-idiocy self it was the most boring thing since having to read Catcher in the Rye. For the 5th time.

"You didn't drink anything right Stan?" Kyle started to question Stan's driving when he completely bypassed a STOP sign.

"Not a thing. I'm just high from the party you know? You know how I get." Just to prove a point to Kyle, Stan slowed down his driving and sat up in the driver's seat.

"Un huh." Kyle reached for the radio tuner in Stan's car. "Where do you wanna' go?"

"I never meant to start a war,

You know I never wanna' hurt you.

Why does love always feel like a battlefield?"

Kyle looked down and noticed the radio's station wasn't blinking. In its place was a track number.

"Stan…..is this one of your CDs?"

"Yeah. Shut up." Stan's voice was tinier than usual and he shied away from Kyle. If that was even possible in a 4 seater.

"No, I like this song. It makes me feel like giving someone a blowjob." Kyle said nonchalantly and began to whistle along with Jordin Spark's screams about getting armor.

Stan's arms went stiff and his grip on the steering wheel was vise like.

"What did you just say, Kyle?"

"I said I like this song, it makes me feel like giving someone a blowjob." Kyle repeated with a tinge of fake annoyed-ness in his voice. "I hate repeating myself."

Stan smirked and started to speed up his driving again.

"Stan? Stan? Whoah, Stan! I think we just hit a squirrel! Oh God! Was that a turtle? Stan? STAN?!" Stan's car had become a rollercoaster for Kyle, a rollercoaster with a cheap seatbelt and airbags that he wasn't sure even existed. A rollercoaster that at any time could collide with another rollercoaster, possibly a more expensive, better built rollercoaster. It would be like a rock rollercoaster hitting one made out of glass. Sadly, Kyle realized he was in the glass one.

Shit.

Suddenly, the car came to a stop and the music died. When Kyle's senses were done whirring he gazed around. They were off road, in a patch of forest.

"Stan-"

"If I blast the song louder can I get more than a BJ?" Stan had already unhooked his seatbelt and was taking off his pants.

"Stan, this-" Kyle pointed to whatever was outside the passenger window and around the car itself. "This is not going to happen."

"Come on, Kyle. You have no idea what it's likeeee." Stan started to whine. Kyle couldn't help himself, he had to ask just what the hell Stan was talking about.

"I have no idea what what's like, Stan?" Kyle crossed his arms and waited for Stan's answer.

This is gonna' be good. Kyle thought as Stan finished taking off his pants and began to explain.

"You have no idea what it's like to have such a hot boyfriend that you can't even ravage in public because he doesn't want people to think he's a whoreeeee." Stan said. "But your boyfriend doesn't even realize that's he's practically irresistible. And if anyone did try to hit on him ever, his boyfriend would kill them slowly and painfully. Possibly bloodlettingggg." Stan finished his speech with extra whine.

Kyle smiled. "That was possibly the sweetest and creepiest thing anyone has ever said to me ever, Stan Marsh. I don't know whether to report you to the police or make out with you."

Stan smiled back. "The latter would be awesome."

"Then it's the latter you'll get." Kyle unbuckled his own seatbelt and leaned towards Stan. "Oh and Stan?"

"Yeah?"

"Pull your pants back up. That's really not happening. It's 3 AM and we're in the middle of nowhere. If we get caught I'll be branded a ho for life."

"But you'll be my ho." Stan grinned widely.

Kyle scowled in his direction and Stan quickly pulled his pants back up.

"Sorry sorry." Stan had probably apologized 50 times before he had his fly re-zipped.

"I'm not sorry. Especially for this."

Kyle's lips met Stan's hastily, and once again the world was just a screensaver. Stan was his now, his desktop. His wallpaper.

Stan pulled back. "Are you comparing me to computer stuff in your head again?"

"Shut up." Kyle chuckled and kissed Stan even harder.

"Nerd." Stan whispered through their kiss. "My nerd."