Stan's POV

We went to school a bit earlier the following day. We showed up together, figuring that it would be necessary if people already knew. There were a lot of homophobes in the school, it wouldn't be unusual for us to be the school's new punching bags.

As we walked down the hallway, we received dirty looks from students and a few teachers. Someone even threw their empty soda can at us, yelling "fags!" as it hit my shoulder. I brushed the insult off and looked over at Kyle. His shoulders were tense, his head down as he walked at my pace.

"Roof?" I said, my voice barely above a whisper. He nodded slowly, his head still down.


The roof was a large spacious area. The floor was cement, the railing a crimson red. Rust decorated the stairs that led up to the secluded spot.

People didn't come up here often, they assumed that it was dirty- which it was- but not as filthy as you'd expect a school roof to be.

We sat against the building that the stairs were connected to, our legs laid out in front of us. Out of habit, I immediately threw my arm around his shoulder, letting his head rest in the crook of my neck.

"Well, it's not as bad as I thought it would be." I spoke up.

"Someone threw a soda can at you." He stated bluntly.

"Hey- we could've gotten jumped on the way to school. Be grateful." I said, laughing a bit.

He softly punched my leg. "This isn't funny." He said with a small smile that left as soon as it came. "Its only morning, we still have a chance of getting beat up or jumped."

"I won't let anyone hurt you." I said softly, tightening my grip on his shoulder.

"I know you won't." He smiled at me. "But everything will get worse once Cartman comes." I sighed.

"He'll back off once he realizes that his stupid remarks can't hurt us." I said, trying to lift the mood.

"But I do care. My parents will find out!" He said in a panicked voice.

"They won't." I assured him as he lifted his head to look at me. "It'll all be okay."

"I hope so..." He trailed off.

I used my free hand to gently lift his chin up. "We will get through this. I promise." He smiled and leaned forward to connect his lips with mine.

On instinct, I kissed back, scooting closer. He cupped my cheek with his hand to deepen the kiss as I dropped my hand onto his leg.

We stayed in this stance for a while until Kyle shifted and pulled away. He looked around frantically, as if trying to catch sight of someone who wasn't there.

By now he was sitting straight up, biting his lip nervously. I, caught off guard by that sudden lack of touch, sat there staring at him, confused.

"What are you-?" I said, glancing around as well, trying to find what he was so desperately looking for.

"I think I saw someone in the corner of my eye." He said, worried.

"Why were your eyes even open?" I questioned.

"I thought I heard something." He retorted. "Maybe there's someone here."

I snorted, slouching against the wall. "You're just being paranoid."

"I swear I hea-"

"You're being paranoid." I interrupted. "No one would come up here to watch us make out." I said, sighing dramatically.

"...Right." He said after a while. "Sorry." He added.

"Its okay." I replied, taking a hold of his hand and squeezing it to soothe him.

Not one of us said a word after that. It was silent- the only sound being of the things around us. The soft breeze made a loose chain repeatedly hit the side of a railing- which created a small 'clank' each time the chain touched the crimson pole.

It wasn't a bad silence, it was comfortable with a hint of awkward. I looked over at Kyle.

His head was pointed forward, looking at nothing in particular. Light freckles dusted his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. Small curls of vibrant red hair stuck out from under his green ushanka. His eyes- oh how I loved his eyes. They were a beautiful shade of green. Most people never got the chance to look at his rare and amazing eyes, so I felt special, being able to see them this close up. Everything about him was unique and attractive to me.

I swear I fall in love with him more everyday.

He finally noticed me, and turned his head just as the bell rang. He groaned and clung onto my arm to stop me from getting up.

"We have to go to class." I stated, chuckling at his melodramatic expression.

He said nothing and got up, pulling me up with him. "I'll meet you back here after first period?" I nodded and he took my hand, leading me towards the stairs.

Once we reached the bottom, I made sure no one was looking and pressed a small kiss to his lips. He smiled and waved, turning and walking toward to his French class.

As I walked to my Psychics class, I thought about how life would change now that we were public. I mean, it could change for the better. I would be able to show affection in public now, that is, if we ever get accepted by the people of South Park.

This may not even last forever- the insults and teasing, I mean. Maybe after a week everyone will be okay with our relationship. I mean, what's the worst that can happen?

A/N: Sorry for crappy writing and grammar mistakes. I honestly had no idea how to end this chapter, I might just come back to this later and edit it cx

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