I am at the front door waiting to take a step toward my impending doom. I take a deep breath as though I would be splashing into deep waters. Which I am if I am dressed up like a fucking girl! I get ready to go outside but the feeling of being watched by two maniacs that can't keep their eyes off me. They had been this attached to me since I even got this make-over. Feeling a little bit uncomfortable I turn around slowly and see them with wide sparkly eyes that I feel that their eyes are going to pop.

"WOW…I just….wow, I CAN'T believe that this is Kyle and that WE were the result of this." Bebe sighs. It seems she has a loss of words over the great feat that both of them accomplished.

I didn't really know what to say. I didn't know whether to feel complimented, insulted, ashamed or completely hopeless. So I felt all of them in just a punch in the gut.

"Well…um…thank you, I guess. Don't worry I will pay you when I get my check-"

I found myself being interrupted by Wendy who seems to be utterly insulted.

"I am insulted," I had guessed so, "I do my art as a form of charity towards the needed so don't worry for the payment. My payment is to see my art blossom on a person who really needs it."

Wendy has really found a way to seem both humble and cocky at the same time, which isn't a good combo since it makes you look like a fucking hypocrite. I need to go since Cartman told me to meet him at Stark's pond. I didn't like the tone of voice that he had since it sounded way too mischievous. If I didn't know any better he sounded like if he was going to pull down my pants- oh, wait no, correction- my SKIRT and show the whole world my hidden glory and humiliate me for an eternity. It was better if Wendy took a picture, it wouldn't take me as much time and it would last longer.

"Oh, I know another little payment," said Wendy, "Let me take a picture and you could go on with your day."

I swear this chick could read minds, leaving that aside I really had to go so I had no choice but accept. She took out her phone and took a quick picture. Wendy and Bebe look at each other and smile widely looking at the picture. They leave the house giggling ridiculously and skip out of the house. If I didn't know better I would have thought they were on crack but I brush of that thought and step out of the house.

Onto Stark's pond I head with a bit of a shiver because of the cold. I have been in South Park for most of my life but I still can't get used to the teeth chattering cold. Actually thinking about it clearly I hate almost everything about this town. The crappy stores, the weather, the stupid ass shit that happens out of nowhere and not to mention that each time I wake up something wrong happens to my house. One time I woke up to a shattered window and fucking herd of raccoons raiding my clothes and chewing at them. The only thing that actually made me stay was that I would miss Stan. I know that there is Skype and other shit like that but I wouldn't be the same as walking beside him and laughing at whatever stupid thing other people were doing. It wouldn't be the same without him having my back in a fight or having snow ball fights together or him willing to listen to my rants about Cartman being an asshole. Which is like everyone else in South Park, another thing that I hate about South Park. The people hardly ever give a shit about anything and act like life is some dumb Sims game where they can do whatever the hell they want and not have consequences.

"Well, look at the little lady with that hot dress she got on," a guy from out of nowhere stood in front of me with a very confident looking smirk plastered on his face. He had bleached spiky hair, a long sleeved black shirt with a white dragon and black leather pants that were tighter than my tights. "Want me to slip it off you and have a little of fun."

Exhibit Number One of the Douchebags in South Park that make me hate this place. Thank you God, for proving my point. I felt my hand clench into fists but I didn't dare start a fight, not now that I was practically late to meet with the fat ass and I don't want to hear the shit that comes out of his mouth. I try to get ready for the most girlish voice I could muster.

"Excuse me, but I have to pass I have to meet up with some one." I put on the most reassuring smile I could without looking like I want to punch him so hard he bleeds out of his fucking penis. Apparently he doesn't get the message and thinks he has me wrapped around his finger.

"Oh, come on your boyfriend could wait just a little but while we have a little fun, don't you think?"

All right, that is it! I have only heard him say three sentences and I have had it. It is time to show him that I have no business with him once and for all and get out the delusional thinking out of his little brain.

"Look, you little piece of shit, I told you I have some where to go so get out of my fucking way so that I can go with my day!"

The look on his face was that of utter confusion with his jaw dropped as my expression from super sweet to pure rage. I push him out of the way so I could avoid punching his face but I am suddenly held back. His hand is on my shoulder as he pulls me toward him while I am facing him. His face shows anger of not getting what he wanted and he gives me stare of utter disgust. I return that death stare and make sure that Mr. Douchebag knows that I am not pleased. He smirks.

"Well, well seems like I have to deal with a feisty little one who doesn't want to cooperate."

"Who are you calling little you son of a bitch! LET GO OF ME!"

I struggled to free myself but he was holding on tightly to my arms and he wouldn't budge. I couldn't move I was frozen and he smirked at my squirming. I didn't like that smirk just by looking at it I knew what he was thinking.

"Well look who is defenseless, time to take advantage."

That probably what the stupid pig was thinking and I am already shuddering. I try yelling but he suddenly saw my next move and took both of my hands and grabs them with one hand. With the other hand he covered my mouth and he looks at me triumphantly. He inches forward toward my face and decides it is a great fucking idea to lick my face. That makes me seethe with rage and I bite his hand as hard as I can. He screams in pain and I am satisfied with my little victory. I start to run away but yet again I am pulled in as he raises his fist up in the air ready to strike. I brace for impact until-

"STOP!"

I recognize that voice anywhere. That voice that I both wanted and resented to hear.

"Stan…"

Stan took the guy's arm and swung it toward the floor making him slam hard against the concrete. The guy looked terrified but just laid there in pain from his bruised ass and dignity. He ran away from us not before he gave me look that only meant what exactly he said.

"I will be back"

I look at Stan and for some reason he looks in raged at him. His face shows fire and that scares me. I have never seen such him in such a fit of anger. He looks at me and suddenly his gaze softens and he walks over. Stan smiles softly which makes me feel at peace with myself.

"Are you ok?"

I nodded, for some reason my words won't come out. I feel like if I talk I might give away that I am Kyle but I can't just stay shut forever.

"I'm ok, nothing really big happened."

He sighs and sits in the bench overlooking Stark's Pond, the most beautiful view that ever touched Earth. I found myself sitting next to Stan watching the place I have adored the most when I was growing up. A smile creped upon my face and the overwhelming feeling that I am being watched. I turn to see that Stan was staring at me with those eyes that pulled into their trance. Those graceful blue eyes that was as calm as the water on Stark's Pond. These eyes that made me want to stare into them forever. Wait, what was I thinking! I can't have these thoughts about Stan, he is my super best friend and a GUY!. I stop looking at him and look at the floor nervous and warm as I feel my cheeks get red.

"Is there something wrong with my face?" I said to him still looking at the floor avoiding eye contact.

He laughed, "No it's just…that you remind me of someone, that's all."

Oh no! Did he recognize me? Have I been busted?

"It must be just a coincidence."

I sigh in relief and rest easily on the bench. I need to make it feel like we haven't met before. I need to make this as convincing as possible.

"Oh, how silly! You rescue me but I don't ask for your name! So, what's your name?" I try to smile as girly and frilly as possible.

"My name is Stan Marsh." He seems really confident throwing out his name to some random person he just met today but that's how Stan is, always making other people feel nice with his reassurance.

"Well…um my name is Kayla."

It was hard work but I finally got the second chapter of Masking Love XD I hope that you guys liked it and review it. I really wish to hear what you have to say.