Snowed Under

I. The Adventure

"She's smart, pretty, laughs at all my jokes, and she does this cute little thing with her hair when she laughs. I'm thinking this one is a keeper," Stan finished with a thoughtful nod.

"What was her name?" Kyle asked looking off to the side at nothing in particular.

"Light, I told you that already," Stan responded in slight annoyance.

"She's named Light?" Kyle ignored the tone of Stan's voice as he turned back to face him.

Stan shrugged, "her parents were really into the hippie thing."

"And you believe this…Light, is a keeper?"

"Yeah, definitely."

"How long have you dated?"

"Four incredible days."

Kyle snorted, "right."

"I want you to meet her Kyle; I think you two would get along really well. I've already told her all about you, but she said I didn't really have to since she knows who you are, just not personally," Stan grinned. "See, even a book worm catches the attention of those looking to give it Kyle."

Kyle took a long sip of his pop and studied Stan for a minute. "Is it really worth it for me to meet her when you've only dated for four days?"

"Yeah of course, I said she's a keeper and I want my girl and my best bud to get along."

"Fine," Kyle said with a sigh. "Just let me know when I guess."

"Great, how about today?"

"Today?" Kyle asked quizzically.

"Why not? I told her to meet us here once she was done with her volunteer work."

"She's a volunteer?" Kyle wrinkled his eyebrows together.

"At a soup kitchen," Stan said softly shaking his head. "The girl is totally selfless, I'm not surprised I fell for her.

"Does she donate blood, and make peanut butter and jam sandwiches to give to the homeless?" Kyle muttered, not really meaning for Stan to hear but he watched as Stan's blue eyes fell a little. "Look I didn't mean-" He started to work on his apology but Stan cut him off.

"How did you know that?" He asked.

Kyle leaned forward a little, knocking into his pop slightly. "She does all that too?"

Stan nodded and eyed Kyle closely, "sometimes your observations skills are fucking creepy Kyle."

What observations skills, I've never met her before, Kyle thought to himself. He opened his mouth to ask Stan another question about the girl he supposedly was going to keep, when a shaggy head of blonde hair cut his eye. He sank slightly into his seat and looked away, maybe Kenny wouldn't see him.

"Kenny!" Stan called out once he caught sight of the blonde himself.

Kenny looked over at Stan, before his eyes landed on Kyle causing him to grin slightly. He approached their small table and plopped down next to Kyle. "Hey Stan, Kyle," he purred out the redheads name, grinning further when he blushed a nice shade of pink.

"Hi Kenny," Kyle said dejectedly and Stan blinked curiously at Kyle's behavior and Kenny's behavior toward him.

Since the day Kenny more or less dropped the bomb on how he really felt about Kyle, things got a little awkward for him. Naturally he thought Kenny was just full of shit at first, but when they had gone to his house to eat dinner, Kenny was quiet. Not hitting on him, or touching him once. Kyle had been forced to acknowledge that the poor boy had it bad for him. The next day though Kenny seemed back to normal. Playful, and ignoring the American rule on personal space. Unfortunately for him, the invasions were worse. It seemed that after confessing, and being subtly rejected Kenny grew bolder not having anything to lose as he had already lost.

"What are my two favorite buddies doing?" Kenny asked them both, but his eyes were on Kyle.

Stan continued to stare at Kenny oddly before he looked at Kyle who was still avoiding both their stares. "Kyle…was going to meet my new girlfriend."

Taking the time to absorb what Stan said Kenny turned his head slowly to look at his, what he saw as a, very stupid black haired friend of his. Stan was nice, kind, and all that, but he was slow as fuck and personally the idea that Kyle got off on that irked him, though he'd never say it did.

"New girlfriend?" Kenny questioned. "What's her name?"

"Light, pretty isn't it?"

Kenny gave Stan a queer look, "Light? As in the opposite of dark?"

"Her parents were hippies."

"Ah, so you're having Ky Ky here meet her huh?"

"Ky Ky?" Both Stan and Kyle said together in disgust at the nickname.

"There we go," Kenny cooed when Kyle looked at him, "I just wanted to get your attention. You've been avoiding me Kyle," he muttered as softly as he could, knowing that Stan would still hear either way.

"With reason, you're the one who said to let this go," Kyle cried out to him irritated.

"But that doesn't mean you have to avoid me, that hurts my feelings," Kenny responded causing Kyle to scoff. When he actually spared a look at Kenny he saw the blonde's teasing expression was fading, and was in fact being replaced by a growing hurt.

"Sorry," Kyle muttered.

"Apology accepted," Kenny instantly cheered and stood. "Well I was just passing through, Kyle I want you to promise me you're going to come by today after meeting…Light," he snorted at the name.

"Why?" Kyle asked in flat voice.

"So we can spend some time together of course. Later Stan," he said to the other boy who he had easily forgotten about.

"See ya, well wait do you want to meet Light too?" Stan asked.

"No thanks," he responded easily. "I'm not Kyle."

Kyle frowned up at Kenny at the remark. Kenny only laughed at his expression. "Don't look at me like that," he said and suddenly and very quickly planted the lightest of kisses on Kyle's unsuspecting mouth. Kyle's jaw dropped slightly, but it closed as he clenched his fists together, ready to take aim for Kenny.

They were in public for fucks sake!

"That ought to last me for the week," Kenny said smiling and stepping back cautiously, not daring to turn his back on Kyle. "I don't suppose you still want to come over?"

"No!" Kyle barked and almost lunged at Kenny before Stan grabbed a hold of him.

"In case you do I'll be waiting at home," Kenny responded good-naturedly and turned to walk off when he felt it was safe enough for his back to be on Kyle. "Later guys!" He waved and left.

"Fucking asshole," Kyle muttered. "The nerve, in public like that…stealing that kiss the bastard. I ought to hang him from his balls, but he'd probably find some sort of sick sadistic pleasure in it…" Kyle stopped his mutterings when he realized Stan was quietly staring at him. "What?" He asked nervously.

"I…didn't know you and Kenny were-"

"Because we're not," Kyle cut him off angrily.

Stan looked down a moment before reconnecting his eyes with Kyle's, "but he seemed…serious."

Kyle's anger melted to a deep troubled frown.

"Does he kiss you a lot?" Stan suddenly asked.

"What? No." Kyle said firmly. "That was the first time…and it'll be the last."

"…how did it feel?"

"How did what feel?"

"The kiss, when Kenny kissed you, how'd it feel?"

Kyle gawked at Stan, trying to decide if he was serious or not. But since his friend was looking at him intently, he figured he was. Kyle shrugged, "I don't know, it happened pretty quickly. I was more absorbed with the fact that he kissed me, than what it actually felt like."

Stan turned away deep in thought and Kyle watched him wondering what was going through his mind.

"Stan!" A high pitched voice called out. Both Stan and Kyle turned to see a pretty brunette jog toward them. She looked flushed and slightly out of breath as she stopped at their table.

Kyle assumed her to be Light; she turned to him and smiled.

"You're Kyle of course, Stan talks a lot about you," she said holding out a hand.

"Yeah I'm-"

"Light, I don't think we're going to work out," Stan said suddenly standing. "Sorry, I'll see you at school tomorrow Kyle," he said and jogged off.

Kyle remained sitting frozen as he watched Stan turn a corner. Nervously and awkwardly he turned his head to Light who was also looking at the direction Stan disappeared from. She looked to be in slight shock and at a complete loss.

"Can I get you a shake?" Kyle offered to her.

She looked over at him slowly and nodded, sitting. Kyle looked around to flag down a waiter. The waiter came quickly over and Kyle gestured to Light, "go ahead and order." He told her, but she still looked to be in a daze and the waiter turned back to him bewildered at her lack of response. "She'll have a vanilla shake," Kyle ordered for her while wondering if she was allergic to vanilla or even if she liked shakes.

The waiter nodded and took off, but not before turning and throwing another odd look at the girl who continued to sit silently. Kyle shook his head in disapproval when he thought of Stan's abrupt method of breaking things off. "So Light," Kyle said slowly, watching as the girl finally turned her head gradually to look at him. "How'd you get your name?" He asked.

-

Stan jogged as quickly as he could. "I should have caught up with him by now," he growled to himself annoyed. He continued jogging until he crossed the tracks of a train he never saw, and entered Kenny's part of town. Not bothering to look around and wince at the low class income he stopped running when he got to Kenny's house.

Pounding on the door he waited impatiently for it to be answered. Maybe I beat him back here, he thought to himself as he peeked through the stained front window.

"Kyle- oh Stan," Kenny said opening his front door. Stan couldn't help notice how quickly Kenny's excitement faded when he had to correct himself on who was at his door. "What's up? Wait, weren't you about to introduce your new girlfriend to Kyle just now?"

"We broke up," Stan said breathlessly. "Kenny I need to ask you some things, can I come inside?"

"Uhh, sure," Kenny said confused. Stan hardly ever came by his house. Opening the door wider he allowed the other to walk past him. Closing the door behind the both of them Kenny turned to face Stan expectantly. "So what'd you need to talk to me about?"

Stan looked around, "is anyone home?"

"No," Kenny drawled out getting more curious by the second. "Why?"

"Kenny you get around a lot right?" Stan asked.

The blonde raised an eyebrow and folded his arms as he leaned against the doorframe of his house. "Here and there, not so much anymore. You know this, why are you asking?"

"…Did, did you ever get around with…guys?"

"Sure…and you have issues with that?" Kenny asked in disbelief.

Stan shook his head and paused for a minute. He had rushed out of the outside eatery so quickly he really hadn't had time to sort out why. "What's going on with you and Kyle?"

"Nothing," Kenny answered honestly.

"But you kissed him today."

"And had it been longer than the second it was Kyle would have decapitated me," Kenny said grinning. "He's cute when he's fucking pissed isn't he?"

"I need you to do me a favor," Stan continued without missing a beat. Whether he heard Kenny's statement or not, the blonde didn't know.

"What sort of favor?"

"Since you get around a lot, and since you even kissed Kyle, do you mind if…well…." Stan stopped embarrassed.

"Stan…are you asking me to give you peck on the lips?" Kenny asked incredulously, but he couldn't hide the amusement in his voice.

"Just a short one, like the one you gave Kyle," Stan rushed.

"Dude, why?"

"Well," Stan paused. "I'm not sure why, but it looked…I don't know…" he trailed off.

Kenny studied Stan and pushed off from the door, slowly walking toward him. "Looked like fun?" He asked slyly, "Made you a little hot? Especially down there?" He purred into Stan's ear when he was close enough and just ever so carefully brushed a hand past Stan's pants. "A little on the curious side are we Stan?"

He felt Stan's breath increase and he could see the color rising to his friends face. Leaning in closer to his mouth, Kenny titled his head slightly and watched as Stan closed his eyes preparing himself for his first male to male kiss. "Sorry Stan," Kenny whispered in his ear and pushing him back slightly with a finger.

Having being tensed, Stan was startled at the unexpected touch and almost fell backward, but Kenny was quick to catch him before he fell onto the broken coffee table that was looming behind him. "I'm a one man man now, if I kissed you, as meaningless as it would be, it'd mean being unfaithful to the one I like. Even if it is unrequited love," he sighed out as an afterthought.

Stan took a few deep breaths and tried to understand what Kenny was saying and tried to make sense of what he had asked him, willingly, to do. He looked up at him when he had regained his footing. "Who is it?" He asked.

At that, Kenny released his arm and his face creased in heavy annoyance. "Don't be stupid and slow."

"What do you mean?"

Snorting, Kenny pushed Stan away from him lightly.

"…If you like this guy so much why aren't you with him?" Stan spoke up in question after a second.

"Were you listening to me?" Kenny asked warily, "I said it was unrequited love. He likes someone else."

"Who does he like?"

"A dim witted jock."

"Oh," Stan said quietly.

"Look Stan," Kenny started gloomily. "If you want to experiment, everyone knows you turn to your best friend for that."

"Kyle?" Stan questioned doubtfully.

"Yeah."

"I don't think he'll appreciate that, and I don't want to have to explain why…also," he said thinking over something. "I did just leave him to deal with my ex-girlfriend of four days."

Kenny suppressed the urge to roll his eyes, but he smiled, "I'm sure Kyle won't mind, and if he does just say it was one of my ideas. That'll get you off the hook."

"That's true," Stan said grinning back. "Thanks Kenny, see you tomorrow in school?"

"Yup."

Stan headed for the door and when he got to it he turned to look back at Kenny, "oh uh, this…never happened."

"Got it," Kenny responded as he started to laugh.

Stan grumbled as Kenny's laugh followed him out of the house.

Once the door laughed Kenny's laughter cut off abruptly and he slumped down on his couch, ignoring its groan of protest as he sat. "How obnoxious," he said out loud. "The things I do to make him happy." He touched his lips with his fingers remembering the very brief kiss he shared with Kyle. "If you can call it that," he muttered.

-FG