A/N: (In Kyle's cousin's voice): "I'm Baaack!" Yay, I'm back from vacation! It was hella awesome!

Okay, I just want to thank everyone who left a review. You guys are soo awesome! You all make me smile:D lol. Also, I'm changing this rating back to "T" because I really don't think the last chapie was that bad.

Oh, and one more thing. The song that Stan plays in this chapter is actually a melody from the Raisins episode. It's the back round music you hear when you think Stan is going to talk to Wendy, but he's really going to ask Bebe to talk to her for him. I know the basics of it on piano, and if you'd like, I could teach it to anyone who's interested. It's completely simple! Even someone who's never played anything before can do it! It's really cool!

Anyway, Enjoy!

Disclaimers: I don't own anything!

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DID YOU EVER LOVE SOMEBODY?

Stan's POV:

I soon started to near my house as I was walking home from Kenny's, the crushed soda can tumbling ahead of me each time I kicked it over and over again. I took a deep breath, inhaling Kyle's scent on his white sweater wrapped around me. I know it was just a sweater, but it was almost like he was there with me; holding me. He almost smelt like... comfort or warmth if that was possible. He was just drowning me in the sweet aroma that was Kyle Broflovski, and all I felt was that feeling you get in your stomach when you drive down a steep hill. God, it really did feel so good.

Across the street, I saw my uncle Jimbo asleep on a chair on his porch with a rifle in his hands. I sighed. Ever since a real mexican staring frog came to South Park, and killed his best buddy, Ned, Jimbo has hardly ever left that chair. He's always sitting there on guard, waiting for that demon of a frog to return, and get his revenge. It was a loss to us all, but not as much as Jimbo. I felt bad for my uncle. Ned was his best friend. I also felt fear for him too. I mean, anyone could just come along, grab his gun and shoot him, but he told me not to be afraid. He told me that if that ever did happen, he would be okay because he secretly hid an extra handgun underneath one of the floorboards of his porch. I thanked the lord uncle Jimbo was always prepared for the worst.

Once I stepped inside through the front door, I beckoned to anyone who was there to tell them I was back, ran up the staircase and into my room before I grabbed my guitar, and sat on my unmade bed, beginning to search for a rare riff. One that could just reach out to someone. Soon enough, I had found a good start and I began to pick it up from the top, running my fingers over each fret, picking each string with my pick, and stringing together something so beautiful, a melody that came from the heart. My voice hit each pitch in time, playing each note on my instrument to my song without lyrics-

"Stanley," my mom knocked on my half open bedroom door before stepping inside. "you wouldn't have happened to see my camera anywhere, would you?" I shook my head. "No, mom. Sorry" I replied before she left thinking aloud on where she might have put it.

Mom brings that camera everywhere. Even now when she and dad were packing to leave on friday afternoon to visit my sister, Shelly in Canada. Shelly had just finished freshman year at MAC university in April. I was so thankful she was out of the house, and even more so about the fact that I didn't have to tag along all the way to Ontario, which means I'll get the whole house to myself this weekend!

As I began to play again, I heard the phone ring causing me to jump slightly, but I didn't make to answer it... "Stan," my dad called from the kitchen. "Phone's for you!" I groaned as I set my guitar aside, and pushed myself off of my bed. As soon as I made it to the kitchen, I saw dad was watching the weather with full attention, which said that there would be continues rain showers tonight, and through the rest of the week as he drummed his thumb on the table.

"Hello?" I asked as I held the phone to my ear.

"Hey, Stan. It's Wendy. When are you planning on coming?" she asked, leaving me bewildered.

"Sorry?"

"To my house. Remember? We planned it at your locker after school?" she reminded me as she was starting to become irritated.

My eyes widened. After Kenny's little surprise in the hallway I had completely forgotten about my girlfriend. I had completely forgotten about Kyle when I had made plans with Wendy! God, my mind can seriously just pack up and leave sometimes. "Shit, Wendy. I'm sorry. I forgot I'm going out with the guys tonight" I apologized, hoping she wouldn't take it too badly. "Staaan! You promised! I've gotten everything planned!" she gave a loud high pitched cry. I cringed once it made contact with my ear on the other end, holding the phone a couple of inches away. It was true that I had made plans with Kyle, but it was also a known factor that I did promise Wendy I'd spend some time with her tonight. "Okay, okay," I tried to out do the cries so she could hear me. "I'll be over in a couple of minutes." She sniffed a few times before answering. "Really?" she asked hopefully, seeming to have calmed down. "Of course. I-um.. I just have to make a call" I could tell she was happy with me now. "Okay, I'll see you soon. I love you, Stan" Wendy cooed waiting for my reply. "love you too, babe" I said before we both hung up as I lowered my head.

I didn't know what felt worse. Wendy telling me that she loved me, or lying and stringing her along by saying that I loved her too. It hurt so much to be in love with Kyle, and yet it felt so good; so right. However, there was nothing I could do but pretend everything was okay for the sake of our friendship.. and that included pretending to be interested in Wendy.

I began to dial Kyle's number as I glanced at my watch, which said that it was 6:56 p.m.

"Hello" Kyle greeted on the first ring.

"Hey, dude. I-it's Stan" I said trying to sound a bit more cheerful.

"Oh, hey, Stan! So are you almost ready? I'll be picking you guys up in around 20 minutes"

"Um... yeah that's why I called. I-um... I don't think I can make it tonight, dude. Wendy just called, and-"

"Of course. Wendy just called," Kyle cut me off angrily, using a sarcastic tone. Great. Now my best friend was upset with me. This just wasn't my day. " Dude, we've had this thing planned for weeks, and now you're just gonna run to her after one phone call?" I sighed before I took the defensive side. "Well she is my girlfriend" I retorted. "Yeah, Stan. And I'm your best friend" he responded sounding a little more on the disappointed side this time. I hated doing this to him. It pained me so much to hurt Kyle like this... 'Fuck it' I decided when the feeling of remorse was too great. "No, actually.. forget everything I just said. I'll be able to make it. I-I'll meet you guys there" I stuttered a bit. "Really?" he asked sounding both surprised, and satisfied. I smiled warmly before I answered. "wouldn't miss it. I swear." It felt so much better to know that I made Kyle happy. "Alright, but I'm holding you to that one, Marsh," he said sounding much better. "I'll see you there. Bye, Stan." I returned his goodbye. "Bye, Kyle," and with that, Kyle hung up... "I love you"...

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Kyle's POV:

"I will stay here with you while you fall" I hummed softly. I had the song Stan wrote stuck in my head again as I gazed out the window beside our table, beads of rain slowly making their way down the glass as they left their trails behind them long forgotten.

It was already 8:40 and Stan still hadn't shown up yet. He promised he would! God, why is that every time Stan, and I are about to do something Wendy just comes in and takes him away? I know she's his girlfriend and all, but still. I mean, we all have this Casa Bonita thing planed for weeks, and then Wendy just calls his name with her sweet feminine voice filled with that annoying tone she always uses when she wants something and Stan just totally falls for it, leaving me to wonder how the hell he could ever stand it when I did the same thing with Bebe... 'cause it was really starting to piss me off.

I guess it's not really the same case since he actually had a girlfriend to go to when I did this to him where as now, I'm single with no girlfriend to turn to.

My thoughts continued while Kenny was busy trying to pick out some cute waitress for Tweek who's vision frantically followed to where Kenny pointed, sipping away at his coffee. "She's out of my league, man. I could never get a girl like that" I heard him say. Kenny laughed. "Sure you can".

As my eyes continued to wander the soggy parking lot outside. I felt my heart skip a beat as they settled on a certain figure with ravin dark hair running through the rain. Stan? Was that really Stan! My slumped posture immediately shot into a sitting up position as I strained my neck to get a better look. However, as the one my eyes were glued to became clearer in my view, I felt my chest sink , realizing that it wasn't my best friend, and my hopes were just as dampened as the world outside my window, and yet I just couldn't seem to pull my gaze away from it all... I guess.. he's just not coming...

"Kyle? Helloo?" My eyes fluttered open, and shut as my vision began to focus on the waving hand just inches away from my face. It was Kenny, his ratty orange hoodie faded with the odd tear here and there, and a few golden strands of hair had fallen over his hazel eyes.

Tweek was on his right, now busy talking with our waitress, Christina; inquiring about the preparing of meals before he ordered. He didn't want to get a, "deadly disease" as he puts it. He sounded like a fucking health inspector, but that was just the way he was, and we all loved him for it.

"It's getting late, dude. It'd probably be best if we started without him" Kenny told me once he lowered his hand back to the blue checkered table cloth. I cracked a half smile before I nodded, and we all began to order each of our choice of food as Christina jotted it all down on her little notepad.

There was a pause before I spoke. "I'll be back in a minute" I said as I slid out of my seat, and stood as I took out a little green bag deep from within my pocket. Kenny nodded understandingly, knowing exactly what I was leaving to do.

In that small green bag was a glucometer and strips, a lance, some rubbing alcohol, and a needle with insulin all for my diabetes which I was suppose to take before every meal.

Tweek cringed once he saw it. He can be a little skittish when it comes to needles...

Kind of like Stan. Only he gets queasy or faints when he's around needles, blood, hospitals, you name it. It's kind of funny if you think about it, though. I mean, there's this jock with his strong build, scared of nothing, but underneath that six pack is a weaker stomach than my own. And believe me when I say, I'm pretty fucking skinny compared to anyone... especially Stan.

Once I reached the men's restroom, I sat my stuff on the counter beside the middle sink before I stared at my reflection before me, and gave a tired sigh. "Why can't I stop thinking about Stan?" I asked aloud, still staring up into green eyes.

There was nothing but silence before I tore my gaze away from the mirror, and to my green bag as I began to pull out each item.

The routine I began was nothing new. It was like brushing my teeth in the morning. Each step just came to me naturally. First, I had to take a small blood sample to check my blood sugar. Then the glucometer would would start to calculate my results. The tiny screen read that I was at a... 6.1. Next came the needle. I started to rub the rubbing alcohol on my upper arm, preparing for the injection.

I was startled when I heard the washroom door swing open causing a loud crash. I looked up in the mirror only to break out into a smile, seeing none other than the one I thought was never gonna show. "Stan," I grinned excitedly. "I thought you weren't gonna come." Stan grinned back, approaching me on my left side as he pulled off his navy blue damp sweater hood, letting his ravin hair fall over his blue eyes; his bangs still wet from the downpour outside, and leaned against the counter. "I wouldn't miss this, Kyle," Stan assured me. "I swore I wouldn't."

I began to dial my pen-like needle to 16 units as I tried my hardest to fight off the blushing smile that was starting to spread across my face from my best friend's latest words. Stan's smile, however, was beginning to falter as he eyed the insulin I gripped in my hand, and started to hold his stomach. As soon as I injected the insulin pen into my arm Stan immediately turned away, clenching his eyes shut. I chuckled inwardly.

"Ugh. Why do you have to do that here?" Stan asked, nauseated as I began to gather all my diabetic belongings. "Hey," I retorted defensively. "I have to. You don't want me to get really sick, do you?" Stan shook his head. "No" he replied sounding defeated. "Good" I smiled, satisfied.

Once my green bag was back in my pocket, Stan and I went to leave side by side, but were stopped by a certain fat ass who was blocking the door. I frowned instantly once I saw that stupid fake smile of his under his wet yellow rain coat. He now sported a nice black eye from Stan earlier today, and he was holding an average plastic bag in his chubby fingers. "Good evening, fags" he greeted us with a hollow, kindness coated tone. "Kyle, ordered the qulsadeas like always?" I raised an eyebrow towards him. "Yeah" I answered suspiciously. I didn't trust him at all.

Stan's face scrunched in disgust. "Why are you carrying around your shit, Cartman?" he asked referring to the plastic bag. Cartman's expression turned to a scowl. "For your information, fag, it's not mine. It's my dog's" he corrected, his fake innocent voice turning back to normal.

My fists began to clench tightly, my fingernails digging deep into my palms. I didn't like the way he kept referring to Stan or I as fags. It was really starting to get on the last couple of nerves I had left.

"You don't even have a dog" Stan shot back.

"Well... maybe I walk my neighbor's dog" Cartman struggled to come up with an answer.

"Or maybe you're just full of shit. Literally"

"AY! Fuck you, you faggy pussy!" Cartman had a mischievous grin covering his face.

He was on extremely thin ice right now. "I think you better leave, Cartman" I spoke angrily as I stepped in-between the fighting two, Stan fuming right behind me. "Aww, protecting your little boyfriend, Kyle? God, you guys are so gay for each other" he laughed in my face. "We are NOT gay for each other! It's called a best friend! You should get one! Besides, Stan can't be gay for me because he has a fucking girlfriend! Her name is Wendy Testaburger incase you've forgotten!" I spat, defending Stan, the ice cracking quickly. The evil smile still remained on that fat asshole's plump face as he stepped up just inches away from me; looking down on me. "And what about you, Kyle? What's your excuse? Stan has a girlfriend. What do you have?" he asked calmly, knowing he'd stump me with his question. The ice had been broken. "FUCK YOU! I AM NOT A STUPID FAG!" I shouted profusely. "You're such a stupid FAT FUCK!" Cartman's smile immediately faded into a frown. He hated it when I called him fat. "Yeah, well at least my mom's not a stupid BITCH! he countered. I started to grit my teeth, glaring at him. I was furious. No one called my mom a bitch and got away with it.

"Don't call my mom a bitch, Cartman!"

"Up yours, dirty Jew fag!"

"Asshole!"

"Son of a BITCH!"

"FAT ASS!"

"Goddamn it! Don't call me fat, you butt-fucking ginger!"

"Then don't call my mom a bitch, you son of a CRACK WHORE!"

"AY!" I could see the fire in Cartman's eyes. He looked like he was about ready to kill. He looked like how I felt. I could feel the rage building, and building-

"You guys stop it" Stan cut in-between the two of us, pushing both of us away from each other. I could see within Stan's blue eyes that he wasn't pumped to fight any longer. They also held... sadness, maybe, but I knew he wouldn't cry. Stan never sheds his tears, ever. The last time I saw him cry was in fourth grade! He was tough for the most part, but he still looked hurt. Poor Stan. My heart went out to him. Cartman sure could be a real insensitive donkey raping shit eater.

"Pphht, fuck you dildos! I don't need to stand here, and be ridiculed! Screw you guys. I'm goin' home" Cartman pointed at us before he went to leave. "EH, BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS!" I shouted after him. "SCREW YOU, HIPPIE!" His voice muffled through the closed restroom door.

I felt my expression soften as soon we were alone, and stepped up towards Stan. "It's alright, dude. You are not a pussy or a fag. Just don't listen to him" I tried to comfort my best friend, rubbing little circles on his back as he continued to stare at the tiled floor below our feet, glumly nodding.

Once we returned to our table, I saw Christina placing Kenny's meal in front of him, giving a sweet smile. Kenny smiled back as he gave her a sly wink resulting in her giggling before she skipped off to bring the rest of our food.

"Hey, you guys. Sorry I'm so late" Stan apologized with a smile, seeming to have cheered up as he took a seat beside me. "That's alright, Stan," Kenny said with a smile as he raised his eyebrow. "I can see you had a good time at Wendy's." I looked over to what Kenny was referring to, and saw a nice hickey on his collarbone. Stan quickly covered it frantically as Kenny chuckled lightly. I didn't know why, but it still made me angry that Stan made me wait here all while he was fooling around with Wendy. However, I didn't say anything. There was no point in doing so. I mean, at least he was here now, right? And he did keep his word to me after all.

"Alright, alright," Stan said, trying to get as far away from the current topic as possible. "that's enough right now. Now, it's time to see that license of yours, Kyle." Stan grinned at me as he nudged me with his elbow. I smiled back at him before I took out my wallet, and put it in the middle of the table for all to see. Everyone gathered in closer for a better look in unison. "Dude, this is fucking sweet," Kenny said excitedly with his famous perverted smile plastered onto his face. "If you got your own car, Kyle, it would be a total chick magnet!" I rolled my eyes, smiling before I turned to Stan. He smiled back at me. "Congrats, Kyle," he said putting a hand on my shoulder. "I'm really proud of you, dude." I nodded, thanking him.

Tweek twitched. "Kyle, just... just be careful, okay," he shivered nervously. "I mean... I read once that in 2004, 6,000 teens were killed, and 303,000 were hurt in car accidents." Stan's smile began to fade. "Really?" he asked, his tone coated with fear. "Naw. That wouldn't happen to Kyle, here," Kenny disagreed. "Don't listen to everything you read, dude." I nodded along with Kenny's response, but Stan's expression never moved. "It's true, man. There's always someone out there wounded; always someone out there dying... always"...

"Here's your food," Christina came in placing each meal in front of us. Great, I was starving...

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Stan's POV:

As I laid in my bed, I stared up at the ceiling, surrounded by the four blue walls that were my bedroom with the light switched off. I clutched Kyle's sweater to my chest as certain words haunted, and echoed through my mind.

"He has a fucking girlfriend!"

"Faggy Pussy!"

"FUCK YOU! I AM NOT A STUPID FAG!"

"You don't want me to get really sick, do you?"

"It's alright, dude. You are not a pussy or a fag"

"In 2004, 6,000 teens were killed, and 303,000 were hurt in car accidents"-

I shut my eyes tight, sat up, and ran a hand through my hair in distress, shaking my head in an attempt to shake Tweek's words out of my mind. Of course I failed.

"It's true, man. There's always someone out there wounded; always someone out there dying... always"

I opened my eyes, and glanced at the clock beside me. The green numbers told me that it was two in the morning. I groaned, falling back into my pillow. What if Kyle were one of the many teens to dye this year in an accident? I can't even imagine how devastating that would be. I mean, he's the most fucking important person to me.

Out of nowhere, I broke into a long yawn, my eyes getting heavy. Sleep was starting to find me despite my mind racking me with so many thoughts. I turned on my side to face the wall as my eyes drooped shut...

"Stan... Stan, wake up..." I heard a small echoing voice growing louder, and louder the more the voice spoke, calling my name. I slowly opened my eyes, my sight starting to focus properly along with my hearing. It was Kyle, kneeling over me. I blinked in confusion, wondering why the hell he was in my bedroom this late at night. Kyle smiled. As I began to fully awaken, I noticed that his eyes were bloodshot and puffy, and he was more skinny and paler than usual. He breathed deeply and quickly with a funny, different scent on his breath, sounding like he had just run a marathon, and he looked tired and weak. It was then that I noticed that I wasn't even in my bedroom anymore. I was lying on the ground. It was pitch black. The only thing that could be seen was Kyle. He wasn't well at all. I tried to voice my concern, but he just put his finger to my lips, telling me not to speak. I propped myself up on my forearms, his emerald eyes warm and sparkling. "Follow me" he whispered, rising up from beside me with some difficulty, clutching at his upper stomach. Kyle's eyes never left mine as his legs wobbled slightly, attempting to succeed in balance. He turned and slowly started to walk further, and further away from me, my eyes following after him. I scrambled to my feet, and tried to catch up with him, but as I moved, the distance between Kyle, and I became longer. I began to walk faster. Kyle in the distance, still walking slow, tossed a glance over his shoulder towards me, and smiled. "Come on" he whispered, his far voice echoing into my ears. He turned his back to me again as darkness shrouded him into the pitch black. It looked like he had faded into shadow and disappeared! I started to run in panic. "Kyle?" I shouted, scared to death, but he did not answer...

I felt like I was running on the spot, getting nowhere near Kyle. Just then, a tire screech filled my ears, echoing through the endless dark world that surrounded me, followed by a crash and then a huge splash. I started to run faster, frightened. I then saw a lamppost come into view. As I approached it, everything just beyond it loomed into sight almost mystically, me coming closer, and closer. Past the lamppost, there was a bridge. I slowed down noticing tire marks streaked on the road, leading to where the safety rail of the bridge had been broken. My eyes widened as red and white lights flashed about. People were gathered around the accident, staring down at where the car had landed into the rapidly flowing river. "Kuh-Kyle?" I tried to speak, but I spoke with a waver and couldn't get my voice over just above a whisper. I spotted Kenny, sorrow spread across his face. I had never seen like this before. It was never like him. I approached him, shaking. "Kenny," I began. He didn't move. "Kyle... w-where is he?" I stuttered. There was a pause. Kenny pointed down slowly to the river where the car had dropped. "... He was too sick to drive, Stan," Kenny began. Tears were wheling up in my eyes. I chocked on them, trying to hold them back. "he fell, and he just didn't come back up... and that was it..." I started to feel a lump form in my throat, making it hard to breathe. My best friend; my love was dead. I couldn't believe it. This wasn't happening...

I immediately awoke suddenly with a huge gasp for air as I jolted up from lying down in my bed, fear still clouding over me like the rain clouds outside. I glanced over at the time to see that it was 3:01 a.m. Without another second, I quickly slipped out of bed, fully awake now and made my way to the bathroom. I splashed cold water on my face, and turned off the faucet to look up at the one staring back at me in the mirror. He looked like fucking shit! His ocean blue eyes held fear and sadness within them, and his face was flushed. He still paraded that bright red gift from Wendy just on his collarbone, his damp ravin colored bangs sticking to his wet forehead. As he continued to stare back at me, his gaze piercing, my eyes started to burn and eventually I had to look away, and burry my face in my hands. And for the first time in a long time, I started to truly sob. "That didn't happen! Oh my god... Kyle!" My hands muffled my cries.

Several thoughts began to flash through my mind like: What if he crashed his mom's car on his way back from dropping us all off tonight? What if he really is sick right now? What if he's not okay? All of these questions and more flooded through my head, haunting me until I couldn't take it any longer. I had to know Kyle was alright...

Did You Ever Love Somebody:

"Did you ever love somebody?

So much that the earth moved

Did you ever love somebody?

Even though it hurt to

Did you ever love somebody?

Nothing else your heart could do

Did you ever love somebody?

Who never knew

Did you ever lay your head down

On the shoulder of a good friend

And then had to look away somehow

Had to hide the way you felt for them

Have you ever prayed the day would come

You'd hear them say they felt it too

Did you ever love someone?

Who never knew

I do.

And if you did

Well you know I'd understand

I could, I would

More than anybody can

Did you ever love somebody?

So much that the earth moved

Did you ever love somebody?

Even though it hurt to

Did you ever love somebody?

Nothing else your heart could do

Did you ever love somebody?

Like I love you 3x

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A/N: Yeah! Finally I'm done the third chapie! Now, please review and tell me what you guys think. :) Oh, and if you want to learn the Raisins episode song, please send me a private message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible with further instruction. It's soo easy once you understand it! I swear!

Peace Out:)

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StanXKyle4eva!XD