I have no idea what's going to happen in this chapter. Enjoy that.
Chapter 2 – Coming 'Round the Mountain
Stan couldn't focus all week. He could barely look Kyle in the face without feeling weird. He was glad the others had kept their promise to not tease him about the kiss, but he still felt a great deal of inner turmoil. Why was he feeling so weird and conflicted about his best friend? Did he… have feelings for Kyle? Was that even possible?
Kyle didn't seem to be having that problem. Even about the second kiss. The next day at school, he walked up to Stan. "So, that happened last night, huh?" he said casually, "It was kind of strange, but I think it would probably be best if neither of us ever brought it up again for the rest of our lives."
"Er, yeah, totally," Stan agreed awkwardly.
"Anyway, I asked my mom about the homework last night," Kyle continued, as if nothing had happened, "And even she couldn't figure it out."
Stan had never felt so confused. While on the bus home that Friday, he stared out the window, trying to collect his thoughts, when he suddenly felt someone beside him. He turned and was a little startled to see Wendy sitting there.
"Hey Stan!" she greeted.
"Oh, hey Wendy," he greeted back. But he didn't have any of the usual shyness in his voice that he usually had when he talked to her. Wendy frowned a little.
"Are you ok, Stan?" she asked, concerned, "You've been acting rather distant all week. Is everything all right?"
"Y-yeah," Stan replied hastily, "I'm fine. There's nothing to worry about."
But Wendy looked skeptical. "If you say so," she said, not convinced.
Neither of them said anything for the rest of the ride home. When they got to the bus stop, Stan was the first one off and immediately took off towards home. Kyle had tried to stop him so he could talk to him, but he wasn't quick enough.
"Huh. I wonder what he's in such a hurry for?" he wondered. He suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder, and he spun around to see Wendy.
"Kyle, can I talk to you privately?" she requested.
Kyle stared at her, then glanced back and forth down the street to make sure there was no one else around. Then he looked back at her.
"Um, sure Wendy," he replied, "Do you mind if we walk to my house, though? My parents expect me home by a certain time."
"Of course," she answered.
Neither of them said anything on the short walk to Kyle's house. Even though it was a brief walk, Kyle felt tension in the air as he and Wendy walked not-quite side by side. He was quite relieved when they reached his house.
"Uh, can I get you anything?" he decided to offer once they were through the front door.
"No thanks," Wendy said, shaking her head, "I'm not gonna stay long. I just wanted to talk to you about Stan."
"What about Stan?" Kyle wondered, sitting on the couch.
"Haven't you noticed he's been acting a little odd this week?" Wendy inquired.
Kyle thought about it for a moment. "I guess," he replied eventually, "I mean, he did get pretty upset at Token's party, but I didn't think it was that big of a deal."
"What happened at Token's party?"
"We were playing a game of truth or dare," Kyle explained, "We were all daring each other to do some pretty crazy things. I mean, at one point I think Jason was hanging off the chandelier…"
"Kyle, just tell me what happened with Stan," Wendy sighed, getting a little impatient.
"Right," Kyle muttered, "Well, Cartman dared Stan to kiss me."
"What?" Wendy exclaimed. She hadn't expected that. She had hung out with the other girls at the party, she hadn't known about the boys' stupid game. "Why would he dare Stan to kiss you?"
"It's Cartman, why does he do anything?" Kyle pointed out, "Because he's an asshole!"
"Fair enough."
"Anyway, everyone kept pressuring him, and finally he kissed me," he concluded, "I don't know why he would be upset about it. It was just a stupid dare. It didn't mean anything."
There was a pause as Kyle contemplated something. "Of course," he said quietly, "He did ask to kiss me again after that."
Wendy stared at him, wide-eyed. She opened her mouth to ask something, but no words came out. She tried to think of something, anything, but in the end, she could only muster up one word: "Why?"
"I… don't know," Kyle confessed, "I didn't want to pester him by asking. So, I've basically been ignoring it happened."
"Kyle!" Wendy exclaimed, "Really?! You've been ignoring it? That's probably what's bugging him so much!"
"What's the big deal?" Kyle growled, "You don't know him as well as I do! He just needs to work it out for himself."
"You need to talk to him!" Wendy insisted, tossing her hair.
"Don't tell me what to do!" Kyle warned, getting in her face.
"Don't threaten me," Wendy hissed, getting in his face.
They didn't know why they did it. Maybe to break the tension, or maybe the writer thought it would be funny, but Kyle and Wendy suddenly closed the gap between them and kissed each other. They grabbed each other, pulling each other in close. It took a minute to realize what they were doing, and their eyes snapped open, and they broke away from each other. Both of them stared at each other in absolute horror.
"Why did you kiss me?!" Kyle exclaimed.
"You kissed me!" Wendy accused.
"No, I didn't! You made the first move!"
"Oh God," Wendy muttered, grabbing her own hair in distress, "Why did we do that? What are we going to do? OH GOD, WHAT WILL STAN THINK!?"
"Calm down!" Kyle urged, "Stan doesn't have to know about any of this! It's not like anyone saw us!"
Wendy paused to take a deep breath. "You're right," she said, "We just go on and act like nothing happened. We tell Stan nothing."
"Right," Kyle murmured, staring at the floor, "Nothing."
Little did they know just how difficult that would be. Especially since someone had been staring at them through the window. Watching the whole thing.
Sorry for the incredibly short chapter. I didn't really know what to do next. But hopefully next chapter will be a lot longer. At least, I hope it will.