Disclaimer: South Park isn't mine, I write this story just for fun.

Author's Note I: Whoa, a quick update! But don't get used to it. Thank you, my reviewers! Feel welcomed to review this, as well!

Author's Note III: Not much humor in this chapter… I hope it won't turn into a drama! I tend to write those too much…

Author's Note II: Sorry for spelling/grammar mistakes. English is not my native tongue.

Paper Saucer

Chapter Two: The Fight

Stan blinked, mouth slightly agape and fingers still in the position they would have been in were they still holding his cell phone.

"Stan? Stan!" Kyle's voice woke him up from his daze and he shook his head quickly, grabbing the phone and holding it next to his ear again.

"S-sorry," he mumbled. "W-what was it that you were saying again?" he asked, still slightly confused.

"Dude, are you okay?" the redhead questioned instead of replying, worry in his voice.

"Yeah, yeah! I'm fine!" Simply… fucking… great. "What did you say again?"

Kyle was silent for a few seconds before he answered. "I said I have a date tonight." Stan's eyebrow twitched at that, but he was glad to hear that the worry from earlier disappeared from his voice.

"Oh?" he managed, trying to force himself out of his momentarily shock. "Who's the lucky girl?" He sure hoped his interest sounded genuine…

It was. Partly.

"Her name's Sarah," Kyle said, and Stan's eyebrow twitched again at the sound of his voice. He said it like she was the prom queen and he finally got a date with her after a decade of fantasizing about her.

"Oh? Where have you met?" Stan asked, running his fingers absentmindedly on the paper saucer he was staring so intently at earlier.

"Remember that Jewish community thing my mom forced me to take part in about two weeks ago?" Stan nodded, forgetting that Kyle was unable to see it. The one that Kyle was unable to bring himself to stop whining about? Yeah, he remembered… "Stan?"

"Yeah, I remember," Stan said, mentally smacking himself when he remembered he was on the phone and Kyle couldn't see him, let alone read his mind.

"Dude, you sure you okay?" Kyle asked worriedly again. "You really sound out of it today…"

"Yeah, I just…" Stan's eyes roamed about, as if the kitchen held the answer he was looking for. "…woke up… fifteen minutes ago…" Yup. That should do.

"Dude…" Kyle said, nearly whispering. "It's like… eight PM."

"I was just… really tired…" Couldn't Kyle just let that subject go and keep on rambling about that stupid date of his? "So, was she at that community thing?" Stan asked him, deciding that if Kyle forgot about the subject, he'd have to remind him himself.

"Yeah," Kyle's tone of voice changed immediately into a cheerful one. Stan was relieved. "We really hit it off there! She's really intelligent, Stan. We didn't get to talk much, but I was really impressed with her!" Stan's heart wrenched in his chest. "Apparently, she was with me, too, because she asked my number from my mom. I… she's a great girl, Stan, and I really hope this would work out…" something in Kyle's voice when he told him that caused his heart to wrench more painfully. He sounded somewhere between hopeful and desperate, and Stan kicked himself mentally for even assuming Kyle had some sort of feelings towards him.

"Uh…that's great, dude. I really hope things would work out for you, too," Stan said, forcing the words out of his mouth in one flow.

"I know they will," Kyle said, and Stan's heart skipped a beat. Or two. "Anyhow, what about you? How are things with Drake going?"

Stan sighed heavily. "Drake and I… we're not… we broke up."

"Really? Why? I thought you really liked him! How long have you two dated for? Three months?"

Stan took a deep breath before releasing it in a second sigh. "Yeah… I did like him, but he, apparently… didn't."

"Oh," Kyle said, and Stan arched an eyebrow. His voice was vacant of any emotion, which kind of betrayed the earlier surprise that was clear in his voice when he heard about the breakup. It was like he… didn't really care. "Well, uh… sorry to hear that. I gotta go and take a shower now, you know, get ready," he said eventually, sheepishly. "Bye Stan." And before the raven haired boy could say anything, the line was cut.

"…Bye…" he said to no one in particular and put his cell phone back on the wooden table.

His eyes returned to stare at the paper saucer, and the corners of his mouth formed a sad smile. He was a fool to even think that Kyle remembered… Besides, why was he so disappointed? It's a good thing that Kyle has a date, that solves his problem. Now he won't have to confront with Kyle about that idiotic agreement. It's a good thing, really; now Kyle will date this girl, and he'll date a new guy and all would be normal and well.

The saucer blurred in front of his eyes suddenly, and he blinked rapidly to try and clear his vision.

His love would stay pure, and Kyle would stay oblivious to his best friend's feelings. That's a good thing.

So then, why was he crying…?

"Hey dude," Stan said as he entered Kyle's apartment a few days later. They were past the stage of knocking (though, Stan scolded himself, now that Kyle was seeing someone maybe he'd better take precautions… a shiver still ran down his spine whenever he remembered how Kyle walked in on him and Drake once...), and Stan found his best friend sitting on his couch and watching television, a thick blanket covering him and a mug of boiling tea on the coffee table.

"Hey Stan," Kyle replied hoarsely and smiled weakly, coughing into his hand. "What's up?"

Stan rushed to his side and sat next to him, glancing at the thermometer that lay next to the mug of tea. "I'd say I'm doing better than you…" he answered quietly, preoccupied with the temperature the thermometer was still displaying. "Dude… you're really sick. When did it happen?"

Kyle sighed heavily and shivered. "I don't know, really… the day before yesterday I felt all dizzy and shit, and then yesterday I could barely bring myself to get up from my bed. I took a sick leave from work." He reached to his mug and lifted it from the table, taking a small sip of the flavored water.

"Why didn't you call me then? I would have come and took care of you…" Stan said, reaching out a hand to flatten out the Jew's ruffled hair.

Kyle smiled weakly again. "Jesus, Stan… you're as gay as they can get," Stan immediately took his hand back, turning his head to hide the blush the crept to his cheeks. "I didn't want to worry you," he answered. "And you're busy with work, probably. Sarah came by and brought me some medicine-" Stan cringed "-so I figured I'm set."

"How was your date with her? I didn't get to talk to you since…"

Kyle's eyes became glazed over suddenly, and he grinned. "It was awesome," he replied. "She's such a great girl, you know? She's really smart, and funny, and I felt like I just can talk about anything with her and she wouldn't judge me or think I'm some kind of a freak or anything. And she's hot, too! I'll get you to meet her, sometime…"

Stan's left eye twitched. Really, Kyle can just as well talk about those things with him, too! That's why they were best friends! He doesn't need some… some girl!

"When is your next date?" Stan asked, forcing down his spite, noticing Kyle's red face and wondering whether it was from the fever or his tale.

"When I'll get better…" he chucked to himself and took another sip from his beverage. "I wouldn't want her to catch what it is that has me down. It took a lot of arguing on my side to get her to go back home when she dropped by yesterday, reminded me of my mother. Typical Jewish thing maybe…" he brought a hand to his chin, caressing the red bristles that grew there. "I wonder if she's Polish, too…"

Stan smiled. "Aren't you going to kick me out, as well?"

Kyle laughed. "No, no. I want you to catch my illness. Then we can be pitiful and feverish together." Well then, maybe Kyle did still remember he had a best friend…

Stan smacked him slightly on the head, careful to not hit him too hard in his condition. They laughed for a bit, and then silence settled between them, on the one hand comforting and on the other awkward, soothing their nerves yet causing them to feel obliged to say something, anything. Stan glanced at his Jewish friend, noticing his drooping eyelids. "D-do you want to… go back to bed?" he asked slowly, afraid to disturb that silence.

Kyle shook his head. "Nah, I'm cool…" he took the remote and turned the television off, muttering something about a boring soap opera. "Say, Stan," he started, burying himself deeper into the comforter. "When did you break up with Drake?"

Stan scratched his head as he calculated days. "Uh… about…three weeks ago, I think…"

"Three weeks!" Kyle exclaimed, staring at him incredulously, gaping. "And when did you plan telling me about it?!"

Stan glared at him. "Well, I'm sorry! I didn't think my love life was so important I should be telling everyone about it!"

The redhead glared back at him. "What crawled up your ass and died? Who was talking about everyone?!" Kyle asked, trying to raise his voice and failing miserably. "We're best friends, we tell each other things!"

"Oh yeah? Why didn't you tell me about your date with Sarah, then?" Stan countered.

"I did!"

"Yeah, at the day it was planned to take place in!"

"Because we only set it then! Why are you so hung about it, anyway?" Kyle asked, arching an eyebrow in suspicion. "Don't tell me you're jealous!"

"Jealous!" Stan nearly screeched. "Why the fuck would I be jealous?!" He got up from the couch. "It's only because we agreed to-" he shut himself up before he finished, paling. No, he couldn't remind Kyle about the agreement. He had resolved not to. This entire argument is silly, Stan scolded himself. It's not like he could tell him the reason he kept his breakup secret was because it was from adifferent reason this time, rather than envy about the relationship Stan shared with Kyle. He looked down at his shoes, biting his lip.

"We agreed to what?" Kyle asked, still glaring. Though, it was not anger that hid behind his eyes this time. "We agreed to what, Stan?!" He stood up from the couch as well, but he couldn't keep himself in a standing position for more than a millisecond and wobbled, his eyes darting around frantically. Stan yelped and caught his heavily breathing friend before he collapsed on the floor. "Ugh, I feel sick…" Kyle managed weakly before shutting his eyes.

"I'm sorry," Stan said quietly and pushed Kyle gently to the couch, yet not leaving him even when he was in the safe confines of the red fabric. "I shouldn't have yelled at you…"

"No, no, don't apologize… I riled you up, it was my fault." Kyle coughed again, his eyes remaining shut, hiding their redness and tiredness behind closed eyelids. Stan lifted his hand hesitantly and stroked the red curls gently, emitting soothing noises. When the coughing attack ceased, Kyle leaned back further into the couch and Stan's hand stopped at his scalp, drawing circles there. His mother used to do it for him when he was sick.

"You okay?" he whispered, afraid to disturb his ill friend that might have fallen asleep.

"Yeah…" Kyle whispered back, leaning into the hand that was on his head and emitting a sigh.

"Do you want me to leave so you can rest?" Stan asked, eyeing the car-keys he threw on the table as he entered.

Instead of replying, Kyle held to Stan's forearm and then leaned sideways, laying his head in Stan's lap. Stan felt like he was burning up, and not because of Kyle's hot face. "K-Kyle?" he stuttered, looking around the room frantically in search for an emergency exit.

"No…" Kyle whispered almost inaudibly, burying his face in the fabric of Stan's jeans. Then he muttered something else, that, to Stan, sounded along the lines of "it's better with you", but Kyle's voice was muffled, so he couldn't be too sure. It might have just as well been "it's just the flu".

Stan repositioned his hand so now it was resting on Kyle's hot cheek and sighed deeply, resolving to stay by his friend's side. After all, he couldn't just leave him like that. Besides, Kyle seemed to think that his best friend was a nice pillow, for he kept snuggling closer and closer to Stan.

And Stan couldn't deny that he liked it.

To Be Continued…

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