AN: Hi guys! I'm so sorry that I took so long to update, I've had a lot to do in school! :C

Kyle's POV from now on everyone :D Thanks for the alerts! Shoutout to WxTxR, my reviewer! THANKS!

Btw, if it gets a little weird and totally towards the end, remember that they're high at that moment.

On the way to Stan's we smoked a few ciggs and talked about our future. My mom really wants me to study hard, so I can get into one of the best schools in Colorado. Sometimes she suggests that I should aim even higher and try to get into places like Harvard. She'd be really pleased if I either became a doctor, a dentist or a lawyer like my dad. So much for Jewish stereotypes.

Personally, I'd rather do something I'd enjoy and go to a college with my friends.

I'm quite unsure of my future, but I want to get the best grades possible this year. That way, I have a higher chance to get into somewhere I'd like to go and what courses I'd like to study.

Kenny is probably going to end up a painter. Not many people know about this, but his artwork is really great. I remember when he did a portrait of me and Stan for his Art Class - it was as if someone had taken a picture of us. I knew this because he had painted my Jew nose to scale, which Cartman had pointed out. In fact, he even said that it was too small to be my nose.

When we finally arrived at the Marsh Manor, as Stan liked to call it, we shuffled inside to park our asses by the tv to find Stan's dad lying on the couch. He seemed to be going through one of his episodes again. He was unshaven and rough looking in nothing but a pair of boxers, empty beer cans lying by his feet. His eyes were glued to the tv screen, currently viewing Toddlers and Tiaras.

"Oh God dad," Stan muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Huh, Staaaan?" Randy slurred in that particular way of his. "Staan, you gotta help me man! Listen, I lost the remote some time ago, and now I've had to watch these dress up toddlers for ages! You and your little friends have saved my liiife." he continued, waving his arms around. "Do ya think you could find the remote for me?"

"Did you check under your ass?" Stan asked. Randy slowly sat up and reached under his ass, finding the remote lodged between the couch seats. If Stan weren't around, then that man would seriously be doomed to watch pedophile tv shows for the rest of his misarable life.

"Okay, I've had enough of this man, what are we gonna do now that your dad is hogging the tv?" Kenny asked, unimpressed with this whole situation.

"Easy, we'll just get a couple of beers and head up to my room to play Black Ops." Stan said with a smile.

A few hours into the gameplay everyone were feeling a little buzzed, including myself. Kenny had brought a little bit of weed along with him and we all sat around the little tv screen, chuckling like stoners. It seemed like anything could make us laugh that night.

At around ten pm Kenny got a phone call from his parents, wanting him to come home. Apparently he had to take care of his little sister while his parents went out to work. Some say that Kenny's mom has started selling herself for easy cash, that Kenny's dad and brother would instantly spend.

For the rest of the evening it was just me and Stan.

"Oh my god, did you see what I just did bro?" Stan giggled. "I just shoved that guy into a corner and shot him dead!"

"Dude, he was on your team!" I laughed and slapped him on the back.

"Yeah I know, isn't that failed?" The conversations would carry on like that most of the night. Occasionally it seemed as if Stan would just stop and look at me for a second too long and shit. He might have just been baked, but you never know. He's been acting rather odd lately.

It might have just been the recent breakup with Wendy, and he just needed some time with his Super Best Friend.

Though, whenever we came into bodily contact, he'd act as if he'd touched a hot stove or gotten a bolt of electricity through him. His eyes would avoid mine for a while.

I'd never noticed the vibrant blue they were until recently. We sat there like idiots and stared into each others eyes, blue to green.

Cooler colors, as Kenny would say.

But I didn't just see blue in there at that moment, I saw other colors dancing around in there, in his pupils. Emerald green, royal purple, fiery red.

Red is the complimentary color to blue, rang Kenny's voice in my head.

Red and green. Hot and cold. My colors to Stan's trademark blue.

Fits pretty well, don't you think?

Okay, let me know what you think! I'm hoping to have the next chapter out sooner, I was just doing a little planning for the plot. You have to know what you're doing when it comes to writing, you know? ;3

~ Annie