If someone told me two weeks ago that I was going to have the Kyle Broflovski in my closet I would've thought they were insane. I mean up until last Wendsday I had no interest in Kyle what so ever. Well, that's not entirely true. I have always admired Kyle. I admired how he was most likely the smartest kid in South Park yet he always had time for others. Not to mention the basketballs number one player and the top boxer in school. Most of his teammates call him their little surprise attack. Although he is very athletic and very active he just seems imposible for him to gain weight. Most girls envy him for it too. Anyways what happened to us last Wendsday was something so unexpected I sometime still have a hard time believing it.

"Hey Wendy, me and Stan are planing on getting a study group together do you think you and Bebe could come?" asked Kyle as we walked to our class together.

"Sure, when is it?" I ask in relpy.

"Well, we were planing on having it at my house tonight since we all have that science test coming up soon so I figured you could help Stan with his studing and I could help Bebe in hers," he said while rubbing his right leg against his left and running his hands through his hair.

For such a smart guy he sure is bad at lying. This study group of his was probably one of his attempts to mend Stan and my relationship, and while I appretiate the good intention behind the scheme it doesn't mean that I'm going to start going back out with Stan. There's just no spark anymore. It was there when we started to date but after having your boyfriend puke on you every time he talked to you then having to explain to your partent why you smell like barf just became too much for me to take. I felt guilty for hurting him the way I did but I just couldn't take it any more. So, after me and Stan broke up I tried to date other guys. To be honest I probably dated half the boys at South Park High. Yet I could never regain that spark I lost when I lost Stan.

"Okay sounds great," I said not wanting to hurt Kyle's feellings and besides two can play at that game.

It is common knowledge that while Kyle is by far the most popular guy in school he has yet to have one single girlfriend. This is mostly due to the fact that not only is he on both the basketball team and the boxing team but he also has computer club, debate team, plus the occasional government assigned missions. It is also well known that most of the girls and even a few guys all desperately want in Kyle's pants. Especially after last years play where our class was forced to perform a play shakesperean style and Kyle was the one picked to play the princess. Needless to say most of the girls, myself included, a really grateful that Kyle was born a boy instead of a girl.

So that night me and Bebe when over to Kyle's house around 4pm, which was just enough time between school and the study group that we could still plan on how to make Kyle fall in love with Bebe. However, when we got there the only one there was Kyle.

"Where's Stan?" I ask wondering if he was in the kitchen fixing himself a snack like usual.

"Actually, Stan couldn't make it since he was grounded for some reason," said Kyle who was looking really uncomfortable right now.

"Why was he grounded?" I inquired futher. It was odd that Stan was punished by being grounded these days especially since his a sophmore in high school.

"I think he said something about his parents finding a photo of him and some girl naked together taped to the front of his bedroom door," stated Kyle who by know was trying hard not to look in my direction as if this news would affend.

"To bad and I was so looking forward to 'studing' with him," I said and Kyle's face imediately went pale.

"Sorry Wendy," he apologized with his head hanging down.

"Don't worry about it. I appretiate the thought but you know it's over between me and Stan so you can stop trying to fix something that can't be fixed,"I said trying to cheer him up a bit.

And with that Kyle let out a long sigh and then we were off to study. Although I and Bebe had planed on me keeping Stan occupied while she hit on Kyle with Stan out of the way we could just go to her hitting on Kyle. Unfortunaly, just as we were starting to execute the planBebe got a phone call saying that her cousin just died and had to go home right away, which left just me can Kyle alone on his couch. We sat in silence for awhile until Kyle spoke up.

"Hey Wendy, why exactly did you and Stan break up in the first place?" he ventured not wanting to open up old wound but just out of curiousity. "Was it because he puked ever time you talked to him because he's gotten better at holding it in."

I know Kyle ment well and he was really worried about me and Stan but enough is enough.

"No Kyle it wasn't because of him puking ever time I talked to him," I snapped.

"But it had something to do with you two breaking up didn't it," he said softly.

For someone who's never experience breaking up with a girl he sure knows a lot about how I feel. This in turn makes me feel guilty for snapping at him.

"Yeah, alittle," I admit.

"But," he encourages.

"But the main reason why I broke up with him was because there just wasn't any sparks anymore,"I bellowed almost in tears for some reason.

"Sparks?" said Kyle looking puzzeled. "Like what?"

"Like when you look at each other and you know what the other is thinking, or knowing how the other person feels just by looking at there face, or when… or when" I couldn't go on for at that moment I started to cry uncontrolable without any explination or cause.

And just like that Kyle was there holding me while cried on his shoulder. We stayed there for an hour or so until I had calmed down enough to wipe my eyes give Kyle a weak smile.

"I'm sorry," he says for the milionth time as I recompose myself.

It was at that time that I realized something. All the stuff I said about how two people can understand each other just by looking and all that; I already had someone who knows me well enough to know what I'm thinking and who can tell how I'm feeling just by looking and he's sitting beside me with a worried look on his face. All those years of him trying to fix the relationship between me and Stan, yet in doing so he's become everthing I've ever wanted.

"I'm okay now," I told him while I try to sort out my feelings for him.

"Is there anything I can get you?" Kyle asked hoping to find something to destract me.

Right then I wanted nothing more then to be with him; to feel his body against mine. Never in my life have I ever felt this way about anyone before. Not even with Stan. And then I completely lost myself. Before he could respond I grabbed the collor of his orange jacket and pressed my lips against his. The minute our lips touched his body stiffened. Then he pulled back and backed away with a frightened look on his face. He looked away muttering something about how I should go.

"I…" I said but nothing would come out.

Just then the front door opened and in comes Kyle's parents and little brother Ike, which I took as my opertunity to slip out the back while Kyle was occupied with the grocieries. I had been rejected for the first time in my life and I didn't like it. But I wasn't about to give up. I couldn't ignore my feelings for him and one way or another he will be mine.

And so the third step of my plan to make Kyle mine begins.