Author's note:

Hello, hello! ^^

Well, this is the second chapter and yeah... Hope you like it. :)

I have already written some chapters some time ago before I even thought about publishing it, so there might be a chance that I'll upload the third chapter this week or something in that range of time. We'll see... ^^

Greetings,

Cherry :3

(Btw, I hope you hade a nice Christmas! :D)


Chapter two – Awkward Texting is Awkward

-Stan's POV-

"…and then we'll put some Crème fraiche over the chicken breast to finish it off."

was the first thing I heard when I opened the door.

"I'm home!" I simply stated while hanging up my coat and putting off my shoes.

"Mmmh, w…welco…me." My dad babbled with a not-so-sober sound in his voice. Throughout the time I was heading upstairs to my room, I thought about my hug with Kyle. It was a very nice and comfy hug and it felt better than all the hugs I have ever given to Wendy. But why was it so embarrassing? We hugged each other all the time when we were younger and we even held hands, goddammit!

"*Sigh* Whatever…" I decided not to think about it too much. It'll only cause me headaches.

I brushed my teeth, got me a bottle of water and locked me up in my room. I wasn't in the mood to talk to any of my family members right now, even if I must admit that I'm very content and elated at the moment.

But that is the problem.

Whenever I'm in a good mood, my mother asks me with that knowing smile:

"So, sweetie… What happened?"

Especially if she finds out that I spent time with Kyle. For whatever reason, she loves to know every single detail about what we've done and you know what? I can't hide ANYTHING from her. For example, if I say:

"Yeah, we just grabbed us something to eat and then went home."

She'll ask:

"Oh, really? And what did you actually do after you grabbed the food?"

And 'cause I'll blush a bit, she will know that I did something of high interest for her. So I rather not get confronted with that after our pretty long hug and our feeding time.

"Why the heck did I even do that?" Well, I don't know… Maybe I just wanted to tease Kyle a bit? I was honestly surprised when he just gave in and didn't even protest. I thought that he'll just tell me something like: "What, no dude, gay!" or "Fuck you Stan and give me the food!" But he just gave me a puzzled and somewhat ashamed look and opened his mouth with a soft blush rushing over his face. I had to admit that he looked pretty cute in that very moment.

"Being helpless and letting his guard down suites him quite much!" I chuckled to myself. "Well, time to rest. Good night everyone." With that said I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

-The next morning-

BIBIBIP! BIBIBIP! BIBI-

"Shut up, you goddamn thing!" I shouted at my alarm clock and threw it across the whole room. "Is it really already morning"? Fucking time flies by so fast.

With a sigh I stood up and dragged myself to the bathroom. Giving a glance at the mirror, I realized that I looked like a zombie. "Fucking school! Why can't it start a little bit later than 7 am?!" I grumbled to myself. As you may have realized, I'm not really what you could call a morning person. Actually, I'm quite the opposite. Kyle on the other hand is the sun himself when he wakes up. How the heck can he be so energetic and happy when you can still see the moon and the stars in the so called 'morning'?

"Ah well, he's also the only person that I know who loves school, so why not be the only person who loves mornings as well?" I thought out loud while brushing my teeth and getting my face freshened up. After putting on some clean clothes and grabbing my school bag, I headed down to the kitchen to eat something. I decided to take an apple with me and eat it on my way to the bus station. I also took a piece of moms chocolate cake with me. Apparently, she made it yesterday without a reason.

"Guess it'll bother nobody if I take a piece of it…" I thought and wrapped the piece up in aluminium foil. I quitted my house but returned just seconds later to get my gloves and my scarf. "Fucking winter!" It was only days before Christmas and it was snowing like shit. "At least Kyle's going to be happy…" I grumbled into my scarf.

He loved Christmas, even if he didn't celebrate it and he loved it even more if it was a white Christmas with snowflakes falling down and blending with all those Christmas lights that are hanging from every house and every shop in South Park. He says that this was necessary to feel the true 'Spirit of Christmas'. "How adorable!" I thought, smiling to myself.

When I finally arrived at the bus station, Kyle and Kenny were already waiting there.

"Hey dudes!" I greeted them.

"Hey Stan! How's it going?" Kenny mumbled through his hood. He still wore that orange parka which has always been his trademark. But it seems that he's got a new and bigger one so that it'll actually fit him now that he has grown quite a bit. He is taller than half of the teachers at our school and even if he's still quite slender, he's strong as a bear.

"Like always." I grinned and took my place next to Kyle.

Kyle was, on contrast to Kenny, almost a foot smaller than me and pretty lean. But that didn't mean that he hasn't got any muscles or that he was weak, no! He did his best to keep healthy and build up his strength. But due to his genetics, he has got thin and small muscles and he rested slim. He never really complained about it, but it seemed to disturb him quite a bit that he hasn't grown much since he was a child. Yet, I found it quite amusing because like that, I can rest my arm on his head (what makes him lose his temper and gives me and Kenny a good laugh).

"Good morning, Stan." Kyle said with a soft voice.

"Mornin', Kyle." I smiled at him and he returned it. I heard a chuckle beside me and turned to see Kenny staring at us.

"What?" I asked, slightly annoyed.

"You two, you should just give up your pride and admit your deep and burnin' love for each other."

"Oh, shut the fuck up!" I laughed. I know that he was just messing with us and I was expecting Kyle to also say something. But he rested silent.

"Dude…?" I whispered to him, slightly touching his shoulder with my hand, which made him jump quite a bit. I figured that it would be best to leave him alone and not trouble him any longer with it and he seemed to be happy about my decision.

"Where's fatass? Did he get stuck in his doorframe?"

"AY! I can hear you, fag!" screamed a familiar voice next to Kenny. "And I'm NOT fat!"

"Oh yeah, that's like saying that the sky is green instead of blue." He gave me the death-glare and I laughed. Like expected, Cartman hasn't changed at all. He was still the fat, weak, arrogant Nazi asshole that he used to be with the only difference that even he is taller than Kyle. Oh, and they also try to not be so violent to each other anymore (just because they don't want to spend their free afternoons being trapped in a dusty old classroom with only themselves and the teacher).

The bus finally arrived and we took our seats in the last row. Kyle was sitting next to the window while I and Kenny took the seats in the middle. "He isn't quite in form today. I'll try to protect him from Cartman's dumb comments and unnecessary insults." Then I remembered that I still have got that piece of mom's amazing cake in my pocket. I decided to give it to Kyle, so I poked him in his side. But he didn't move. "Is he asleep?"

"Kyle?" I asked, but still no reaction. "Ah, well, I'll leave him rest for the moment." Suddenly he moved, curling himself up as much as the small bus seat allowed him to. I couldn't help but smile at him. He looked so cute and defenceless (which, we all know, suites him quite much).

"Is he sleepin'?" Kenny asked.

"Yeah, I think so."

"Pretty unusual for him. Somethin' must've kept him awake the whole night." He stated with a greasy glance in my direction.

"Uhm, might be…?" I wasn't quite sure how I should react to his glimpses that shifted between me and Kyle and his dirty, devilish grin. "Better not think about it too much or you'll regret it later for sure."

When we got near to our school, I shook Kyle a bit to wake him up.

"Dude. Dude! We're almost in school, get up!" I whispered while slightly shaking his body. "Uh… hmm? Stan..? Is it already morning?"

I chuckled: "What's that supposed to mean? Didn't you wish me a 'good morning' like 15 minutes ago?"

"Oh… Oh, yeah, right…" "Anyway, you need to get up or do you want to stay here in this ol' mouldy bus all day?"

"Haha, no way dude!" he said and jumped out of his seat. "He looks a lot better now. Was he just tired? But what kept him from sleeping?" I thought to myself while I somehow managed to walk up the stairs to our chemistry classroom without tripping over my own two feet.

I love chemistry and so does Kyle. And the teacher's also very nice and funny. She always pairs us up in the same group, no matter what we do. And nobody ever complained. So, there we are, taking our seats in the first row and getting our stuff ready. I glanced over to Kyle, who seemed to be writing something in a green leather-bound booklet.

"Hey, what's that?" I asked him, looking over his shoulder and trying to read what he was scribbling so enthusiastically into that little notebook of his.

"N… NOTHING, Stan!" He stumbled, slightly blushing and closing the book and putting it back in his messenger bag in one movement.

"Okay. If you say so, Kyle." I gave him a crooked smile and assumed that it was his diary or something like that. "Maybe it's embarrassing for him that he even has one?" Maybe… but I won't laugh at him or judge him because of such a banality! Well, I probably would laugh at him, but hey! - Everybody would, right? And just then the bell rung and Mrs. Madison greeted us with a 'Hello youngsters!' and with her the long Friday morning made his debut.

-Lunch break-

"Ugh, FINALLY!" I huffed while quickly quitting the math classroom.

Kyle agreed: "Yeah, today was indeed quite stressful and never seemed to get to an ending." "Huh? Even the well-known and all-loved schoolholic Kyle Broflovski says that? Are you ill or something? Should I check this dear mister for any illness he may have gotten?" I said in a typical monotone nurse-voice.

"Oh, shut up!" he laughed and playfully boxed me in my arm.

"No, but seriously, are you sick? You seem like you've caught the flu again."

"Thanks for that 'again' and no, I'm not sick. How come you think that?"

"'Cause you're always so red and you also look really tired and powered-out." I stated letting my worry leek through my words.

"Oh, really? Well, I don't feel ill, so –"

"Let me just check, please." And with that I placed the back of my hand against his forehead.

Suddenly, his face turned red like crazy and I felt my hand burning.

"Whoa, shit dude it's pretty hot! You absolutely sure you're okay? Maybe you've a fever? You know you always get ill so easily!"

"I know, Stan. B..but I'm fine, thank you." With that said, he quickly vanished into the restroom.

"Kyle…?"

"What's wrong with him?" He's been acting strange lately, especially after yesterday. "Ah, well. Maybe it's a personal problem? Then I won't trouble him with it." I thought and I decided to write him a message, telling him that I'll wait at 'our' table.

"Kyle..." I mumbled to myself while making my way to the crowded cafeteria.


-Kyle's POV-

"Oh my god, oh my god, OH MY GOD!"

I shouted while splashing some cold water at my face. It felt good on my burning cheeks.

"I… I can't take it anymore. I just can't!" Why the fuck do I always blush? WHY?! It's not like he didn't used to check my forehead for fevers back when we were young. He always teased me, always touched me and I never reacted like that. So, why? Why now? Why do I get so excited and nervous even if he just looks at me? Did my love for him… grow stronger? Or am I just so frustrated of him being so oblivious to my feelings that I'd do everything for him to finally notice it? Or do I want him to be… mine? Get steady and do some… things?

"NO, NO, NO, NO!" I buried my blazing hot face in my hands. "Ah, I don't know what to do nor believe anymore! AAAH!" I cried out loud.

Just then, a familiar voice said: "Wow, somebody needs to calm the f down!" I turned around and found myself starring straight into fatass' face. I frowned and tried to push myself past his massive body but he didn't let me pass.

"Fuck off, Cartman." I hissed, fighting to control myself as to not punch him in his greasy and ugly face.

"Nu-uh, you stinky-ass Jew! I won't tolerate you screaming 'round and disturbing me while taking a dump and then just let you go. So either you tell me what's this all abo-"

"I SAID FUCK OFF!" And with that, I shoved him aside, making my way out of this fucking place and this fucking person I despise. When I quitted the restrooms, I could hear him say: "Whoa, what the fuck? Somebody really needs to get some sand out of his faggy vag or try to control their sexual frustration, seriously."

"Oh shut the fuck up, you goddamn asshole or I will beat your fat out of you!" I thought but I decided it would be better to keep my mouth shut. There was no need to make him happy with me going mad about his comments. "I won't let him get on my nerves. Not today!"

Suddenly, I felt a little vibration in my front pocket. It was my phone.

"Somebody must've sent me a message…" I muttered, stating the obvious.

"Hmm… I'm not quite in the mood for chatting right now." "Not even if it was Stan?" If it was him, I would write back. If it was somebody else, though… "But… what if it's something of high importance?" I scooped my iPhone out of my pocket with a sigh and looked at the screen. It was, in fact, from Stan. I quickly unlocked the phone and read his message:

"Hey Ky. If you feel any better and want to meet up; I'll be waiting at our table. Oh and I bought you a chicken wrap! Is that ok?" I couldn't help but smile.

"Everything you'd buy me would be okay, Stan…" I typed absent-minded and before I could even realize what I was doing, I've sent it.

"What… omg, no… NO!" I wailed with my face turning red all over again. "This… This can't be happening!" My phone vibrated once more and I hesitated to read his message:

"Oh gosh, good! 'Cause I don't have any more money left to buy you something else *(¦:'D"

I felt my heart calm down and I laughed out of relief. "Thanks god, he just rolled with it. And this smiley… It's just too cute!" All of a sudden I felt very happy and with feather-light steps I made my way to the cafeteria.

"Maybe this day isn't ruined yet." I hummed, not knowing that I would be proved to be totally wrong.