"I ain't here to do anything halfway, don't give a damn what anyone might say. I just wanna' freefall for a whileeeeee. That rebel moon is shining, those stars burn like diamonds. Hellbent on chasing down that crazy slide, I'll follow you where you're leading, to the first sweet taste of freedom. You got me runnin' baby, willld at hearrrrrt."

Stan cringed in his usual seat next to Kyle. They were in the radio room in the school's main office, sitting behind their usual desk. Blasting music that every student could tune in to at will.

Kyle nodded his head along with the music, his mic bobbed along with him.

Stan felt like he was going to vomit. He flicked Kyle on his shoulder.

Kyle stopped. "Yeah?"

"What is this crap?" Stan hissed.

"By crap do you mean "Wild At Heart" by Gloriana?" Kyle asked.

"If that's what this song is, then that's EXACTLY what I meant. What the hell, Kyle. This is worst than Taylor Swift."

Kyle gasped and jumped a little from his chair. "Thank God you reminded me."

Kyle reached back and pressed a button on the big, gray looking box behind him and Stan. It turned Kyle's mic back on.

"And that was "Wild At Heart" by Gloriana. This next one goes out to our head cheerleader, Janine Sparks for her 17th birthday. It's "You Belong With Me" by Taylor Swift. Janine, call me baby!"

Kyle fake laughed and reached behind him again to turn his mic off.

Stan sighed. "Kyle, does it not bother you that you know all the lyrics to "The Climb?"

"There's always gonna' be another mountain. I'm always gonna' wanna' make it moveee. IT'S THE CLIMMMBBBBBBBB." Kyle tried to mimick Miley Cyrus' voice. Stan chuckled.

"You sound like you're a chain smoker."

Kyle laughed too. "Then that's about right isn't it?"

Cartman walked into the radio room, looking around casually like he'd never seen the room before but he wasn't completely displeased by its appearance.

"Good afternoon, Stan." Cartman smiled at Stan.

Then Cartman shot a look of aged contempt at Kyle. "Good afternoon, Kyle."

"Afternoon, Cartman. Got a song request?" Stan asked as he started to pull out a stack of CD's and a signature form for Cartman.

"No, no requests today song boy." Cartman kept his eyes fixed on Kyle. Kyle tried his best to ignore him but whenever he lifted his eyes from the desk, there were Cartman's eyes again.

Waiting. Expecting.

If looks could kill, Kyle would've been dead the moment Cartman walked in.

"I'm here to tell you that you're fired. You're done. You're history." Cartman widely grinned, still staring at Kyle.

"What are you talking about, assface?" Stan asked casually, like the term "assface" was the same as "dude".

"I'm talking about this room being turned into a janitor's closet. Or haven't you noticed? Every classroom in this whole school has a TV in it Stan."

"True." Kyle validated Cartman's statement. It was the first thing he'd said since Cartman came in.

"I think it's time I bring this school into the future." Cartman announced. "I think it's time for an upgrade."

"What?" Stan was still confused by Cartman's words. He was too busy trying to pick the next song. In his confusion he accidentally chose "Wind Beneath My Wings."

"Why do we even have that song?!" Stan exclaimed, mostly to himself. He lowered his head so it would collide with the desk, once.

"So you wanna' start a TV show? For the school?" Kyle was still involved in the conversation.

"Yes, Kyle. But. I. Kyle." Cartman always said Kyle's name like it was disgusting. The worst word he ever tasted.

"I need....You." Cartman blinked his eyes, hard. He exhaled noisily and his fists clenched together briefly.

"Stan? You must mean Stan." Kyle pointed at Stan, who was currently still flustered by the cds.

"No, Kyle." Cartman spat Kyle's name out again. "I need....you. You have quite a following. It's probably because you're such a good and respectful radio host." Cartman complimented Kyle through gritted teeth.

"So you wanna' use my popularity? To help you get your TV show off the ground? Forget it Cartman. You're just going to fire me once you find some hot chick who wants to be on TV."

"Or some jock." Stan muttered as he looked through the request list. "Make Damn Sure" by Taking Back Sunday? I love that song." Stan gladly found the right cd.

"Kid, I'm right here and I'm not leaving." Kyle replied finitely to Cartman's offer. "Besides, Stan couldn't do the radio show without me."

"Hey..." Stan said with mock hurt. "I can be compliant."

"I think you mean competent." Kyle corrected Stan.

"Yeah! That!"

"Anyways Cartman. Get out." Kyle waved his hand towards the door. "You're a distraction, and not a very entertaining one."

"Burnnnnn." Stan added to Kyle's brisk goodbye to Cartman.

"Fine, but I'll be back Kyle. One day, you'll get it." Cartman clasped his hands together, loudly. "We'll see, Kyle. We'll see."

Cartman turned around and stepped out of the radio room slowly, each step purposeful and steady.

He left the room as uninvited to the hallways as he was anywhere else.

"Is it just me? Or is Cartman getting creepier every year?" Stan whispered to Kyle.

"Definitely getting creepier. Did you see the way he just, stared at me?" Kyle murmured back.

"Don't worry, Ky. If he tries anything I got yo' back."

Kyle scowled. "And if you ever call me Ky again, I'll break yours."

Stan laughed nervously, as Kyle gave another shout out to another student at South Park High.

"And this next groove is "Kiss Me Thru The Phone" by Soulja Boy featuring Sammie! Dedicated to Bobby Garfield, come home Bobby! Glyneth Reynolds misses ya!"

Kyle turned his mic off again and watched Stan for a few moments.

Stan, sitting there in his radio chair, completely confused by everything but trying his hardest to stay Kyle's right hand man. Stan rarely brushed his hair, it was a mess of black clumsily placed all over his head. Stan had said it was the style nowadays, he was pretty much right. Even if Kyle could, he'd take a comb to it he didn't mind. Stan still looked perfect. He always did to Kyle.

Kyle smirked. He knew the real reason he had said no to Cartman's offer. It had nothing to do with Cartman probably firing him as soon as he found someone more marketable.

Kyle enjoyed spending his afternoons with Stan Marsh.

A little too much.

He shrugged it off, he had too much other stuff to worry about than his own "feelings".

Yet, in the back of his mind amidst the song requests and study guide memorization, he knew it was there.

That little spot reserved just for Stan Marsh and all Stan related thoughts. That little spot was covering more and more ground every day.

"Why can't I get you out of my head?"

"Huh?"

Shit. Kyle didn't mean to say that out loud. He panicked. "I MEANT CAN'T GET YOU OUT OF MY HEAD BY KYLIE MINOGUE. IT'S NEXT ON THE REQUEST LIST. I SWEAR TO GOD."

"Calm down, Kyle. Holy crap. What are you on?" Stan raised an eyebrow curiously, then proceeded to find the song.

Kyle groaned. Great. That's an awesome plan you got there, Kyle. Freak him out. That's incredibly sexy.

Kyle continued to self-berate himself the rest of the afternoon.