Of course, Kyle would try to talk to him in the halls, to apologize, every so often, to gain his trust, and gain his favor. Leo was so unsure of himself at this point, despite the kiss he'd given the Jewish boy, despite the fact he'd still tried to be his friend, that he was so close to letting the walls fall down, and just giving in to the demands of the auburn-haired princeling. He wanted so badly for everything to be normal, but now he didn't know what normal was anymore. And despite what he noticed with Kyle, he also noticed some of the other blond boys in school giving him this look he just could not figure out at all. It was all so confusing.
Then the Goths showed up. The Goths, who had never cared about anyone but their own one way or the other, telling him now that if he'd just wear all the same stuff in black he could, in fact, hang out with them. And he had laughed and laughed at them for minutes. Them just staring at him, flipping their hair, and smoking.
"Why would I want to be a faggy Goth kid?" He asked. "I'm already faggy enough as it is. Besides, I like my colors."
And in those droning voices of theirs they had told him that he must be the most non-conformist of all. One muttered about how they got Goth-served. They all walked away in a silent awe, though never once showing it outwardly.
Then Leo got it, why he'd been so hesitant about Kyle. In fourth grade or so Stan had joined in with the Goth kids, becoming an emo-brat, and acting out awkwardly. That had been over Wendy. And who had been the first person he'd all but attached himself to after he'd snapped out of it? Kyle. The two seemed almost inseparable, always ending up back together no matter the situation. How many times had they almost died together? How many times had they saved each other?
They loved each other, but neither of them had the courage to admit it to the other in fear of ruining the relationship completely. And how could he take Kyle from Stan like that, with little more than a thought or a batted lash in the raven-haired boys direction? Kyle was confused, and attempting to latch himself into a relationship with someone else for the wrong reasons. So he wouldn't do something stupid and ruin the amazing thing he had with Stan. And Leo would not, could not be the one to keep them from each other; he didn't want to be responsible for Stan losing his chance at the one good thing relationship-wise in his life, nor for Kyle never truly being happy. He had to push things between them in order to fix the way Kyle would approach him. But he never had the chance, and so he was forced to allow the situation to continue on as it had. And he always noticed they way they looked at each other, silently screaming at them to just notice what he could so plainly see, and be done with it all.

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By the time a month had gone by Leo had gotten very used to Kyle trying to talk to him. When one morning the Jewish boy didn't appear, he felt worried. Later that morning Stan had come to talk to him. Stan, who would never talked to him anymore. Stan, who it seemed, was never around when Leo was picked on.
"Stotch." He said, and he sounded concerned, but not for him. "You're killing Kyle."
"How?" He asked, running fingers through his spray-frosted hair lightly.
"You won't talk to him." Stan replied. "You won't accept him the way he finally accepted you. You ignore him; you won't even look at him most of the time. He told me you just up and kissed him the day before you flipped on Cartman. You confused him by making him think you had some kind of feelings for him, and now he's almost positive you hate him. Its tearing him up."
Leo watched Stan, feeling the sincerity flow forth freely, and sighed. Why did the Jew go and take that kiss personally? But then he hadn't explained himself, how else was he supposed to take it? He rolled his head in a half circle, cracking his neck, and his icy eyes met with Stan's own baby blues, and he smiled. Stan was confused; he shook his head, and sighed.
"He's so screwed up right now." He continued. "He's my best friend, I don't want to see him like this. Why don't you just talk to him, damnit? Say something!" He was flustered.
"Why is he so screwed up over this all?" Leo asked, finally. "I was very clear when I said he'd accepted me too late. I can't forgive and forget so easily, or even at all by this point."
"Just let him say his piece." Stan told him. "Let the man talk."
"Alright. Tell him to sit with me at lunch. But I promise nothing."
"Thank you." Stan said.
"You really love him, don't you?" The blond asked, quietly, and Stan nodded solemnly.
"I do." He replied. "But I don't hate you for being the object of his interest. So again, thank you."
"Whatever."

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Lunch rolled around and Leo sat quietly by himself as he always had and always wanted to. It had been ten minutes so far, and no sign of Kyle. There was a strong chance he'd lost courage, and decided to just disappear. But then someone sat beside him, and he heard the Jew's quiet, somber voice so near to his ear.
"Thank you." Kyle said.
"Speak your piece." Leo replied, fixing his sky blue cardigan's white faux-fur collar, and smoothing his shorts and stockings down.
"Why did you kiss me?" He asked, and turned Leo's head to look into his eyes, to scan for the silent answer he may never articulate.
"Why did you take it so personally?" Leo asked in response, kicking the ground with his blue and white converse high tops. "I kissed you because it was the only thing I felt would shut you up at that point. I knew you wanted it, and I knew I would never have another chance to just kiss someone and surprise him or her like that. Call it a happy accident."
"Leo, you've changed so much with out changing much at all." Kyle said. He knew what that meant, it meant that his loneliness hadn't altered a bit, but he'd grown balls anyways.
"People grow up, Kyle." He said, almost as if to apologize. "We get older, and we become different people. Some of us become something we never thought we'd be. I became a non-conformist faggot, and you became a social butterfly in the closet, with girls falling at your feet, and a best friend who'd risk almost anything for you. You're lucky to have him."
"I know." He replied, and the smile he gave Leo was so open, so unashamed, and so sad that he hugged him on the spot.
"Kyle, we're fucked up, you and I." He said, and laughed.
"We all are." Kyle responded. "We're teenagers." And he laughed too. They just sat there, holding each other and laughing like little kids who've just come out of the Haunted House ride for the first time, scared for their lives, but so glad to have come out of it unscathed and together. And Stan just watched and smiled approvingly from across the room.
"Do you forgive me?" Kyle asked, finally. "For taking so long to reach out?"
"I didn't at first." Leo replied. "I was just so angry, so hurt by everything, and then so confused with the whole reaction to my final stand, that I didn't think I could ever forgive anyone for anything they'd done to me."
Kyle looked down, and away, but Leo tilted his chin up as Kyle had done to him so many weeks ago, a smiling gracing his pretty pink lips. He shook his head.
"I said at first, you silly Jew." He said, his voice so soft, so full of gentle care. "You never gave up trying to apologize, to get to know me, to be my friend. And today, Stan asked me to talk to you. You have no idea how lucky you are to have a guy like him for a friend. He cares and loves and wants nothing in return. But you want me, and it's tearing you up."
"I…"
"Hush." Leo commanded, holding a finger up to his lips. "I'm not for you. I never was. But him… He loves you, Kyle. So much. Go to him, ask him, don't let him skirt the subject. He's your happy little soccer princess, he just needs you to step up and make the first move."
"Leo…" Kyle said, and smiled into his eyes. "Kiss me one more time. I have to know for sure."
"Here?"
"Here."
Leo leaned in and kissed those chapped lips once again, smelling the light and airy, almost incense-y smells of Kyle. They pulled apart, and Kyle's teary eyes smiled into Leo's.
"Thank you." He said again, and just as he'd come, he left again. He walked across the lunchroom, and sat next to Stan and Kenny. And Leo gave him one last smile before he turned away from that scene. How had he come so far, done so much? How had he just jumpstarted a relationship everyone had seen coming from miles away, given up such a handsome man in exchange for that single, tearful smile that shattered his heart in all the right places, and turned him to mush?
"You're welcome." He whispered, and stared at the ceiling. Then the bell rang, and he drifted listlessly to class.

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Before too much time elapsed, Tweek approached him, and he looked at the caffeine addict awkwardly, never having even thought to speak to him before. He twitched and bounced and stuttered horribly, but Leo just kept a patient smile, and a soft tone in his high, airy voice.
"What did you have to say, Tweek?" He asked, the edge of a kind laugh in his voice.
"Argh. I-I…" The other blond couldn't seem to come past his own coffee high, and Leo reached out slowly to put a hand on his shoulder and steady him. Tweek yelled again, but then apologized profusely and stuttered more.
"Calm down." Leo cooed. "Take a deep, slow breath and try to calm down a little. I won't hurt you, or be cruel to you. Just speak your piece." He'd grown accustomed to saying that phrase, as everyone seemed to have a piece to speak, suddenly.
"I… Wanted. To. Ask. You. A. A-a… Argh!" His eye shut and his body jumped under Leo's soft touch. "K-kw-kw… Question."
"And what would that be, sweetie?" Again, his voice was soft, gentle, kind, so as not to frighten him.
"Y-you… You… Y-y-you let Kyle go?" He asked. "You… Argh… You had the chan-ch-chance… To have him… And sent him to Stan?"
"Yes."
"Wh-… Aah! Why?" Tweek started to stop shivering and jittering so much, and closed his eyes. "Why d-did you give up someone so wonderful?"
"He's not for me." Leo replied. "I know that. He's not mine to take."
"I'd… Argh… Take him anyways…" Tweek whispered.
"I'm sure most would." He replied, and gave the twitching boy a light hug. "But I know better. He's not mine, and I won't take him away from the person who loves him so much it must hurt…"
"You re-rea… Really are a god."
"Is that what people think?" He asked, and laughed the most kind, gentle laugh Tweek had ever heard. "Let them, then. It makes no difference to me." He smiled, and gave Tweek another hug. "But I'm not. I'm just the boy who used to be Butters."
"Leopold Stotch." Tweek whispered, reverently. His eyes closed, and he started to jitter more. The he broke loose and walked away, so quiet and thoughtful it seemed impossible. And Leo whispered a single word.
"Yes."