At the McCormick house...
"Karen, do you mind if we use your beauty kit?" Kenny came to his little sister.
"Go on ahead, Kenny." Karen said to her big brother.
"Thanks, Karen." Kenny smiled.
"Kenny-" Kyle spoke up.
"Yes, Sailor Moon?" Kenny replied.
"Quit it!" Kyle glared.
Kenny laughed. "What, Kyle?"
"This is the stupidest idea ever," Kyle replied. "I mean, what if Cartman is hiding in your closet and filming us doing this and shows Stan that I love him?"
"You really think Cartman would be caught dead in my house after saying how poor I am?" Kenny replied.
"Well, no, but... You know how he likes to make my life a living Hell." Kyle said as he wiped his eyes as tears began to fall.
"Wow, Kyle, maybe you are a girl." Kenny said.
"HEY!" Kyle glared.
"It's a joke, dude, listen, Cartman will never get in the way of your love for Stan as long as I'm here," Kenny soothed. "First, let's try role-playing, okay? I'll be Stan and you be you."
"Umm... Okay." Kyle replied.
"Go ahead... Try it..." Kenny sat down.
"Um... Hey, Stan..." Kyle sat down across from him. "I was hoping I could talk to you alone?"
"Go ahead, dude, what's up?" Kenny replied.
"Well, I know that we're super best friends and we tell each other secrets..." Kyle started.
"Okay, stop." Kenny said.
"What?" Kyle asked.
"Super best friends?" Kenny snorted. "Sheesh, Kyle, hold your mom's hand often?"
"That's what me and Stan call each other," Kyle defended. "We made it up in second grade."
"Well... Okay... Go on..." Kenny said.
"I have a confession to make with you, Stan; I love you like, love love but, I was so scared to tell you that." Kyle said.
"Why would you be scared?" Kenny asked. "I've known you for a long time."
"Because I thought you would call me a fag and laugh in my face." Kyle replied.
"I would never do that to my best friend," Kenny said before pulling Kyle onto his lap and their eyes were inches apart. "And you never kissed a girl?"
"No, I haven't, Stan." Kyle answered honestly.
"What the hell is going on here?!" Peggy walked in.
"Just teaching Kyle some wrestling moves." Kenny lied.
"Oh, okay..." Peggy then walked away.
"Now then, the next step is the kiss." Kenny then told Kyle.
"The kiss?" Kyle repeated.
"Yes," Kenny smiled. "Kiss me like I'm Stan."
Kyle looked disturbed.
"Just imagine me as Stan." Kenny urged.
"Well... Okay." Kyle sighed.
"Kyle, I want you to kiss me." Kenny then said.
"Okay, Stan." Kyle answered, still pretending.
Kenny smiled. Kyle then leaned over.
'Okay, Kenny, just pretend that he's Katie Couric...' Kenny thought to himself.
'Okay, Kyle, pretend that he's Stan.' Kyle thought to himself.
The two boys then kissed. Kyle wrapped his arms around Kenny's neck and Kenny lifted Kyle, putting the Jewish boy's legs around his waist. After about five minutes, they then finally let go of each other.
"Damn, Kyle." Kenny said.
"I guess I took it a little too far..." Kyle said.
"It's okay, I just pretended you were a Playboy Bunny." Kenny smirked.
Kyle rolled his eyes. "Do I really have to pretend to be a girl?"
"I would," Kenny said. "I know it's humiliating, but it might help you get to talk to Stan since him and Wendy's relationship is going down the toilet like Butters last week."
"How would I explain that to my parents?" Kyle asked.
"Just tell them you're doing an exchange student program for a few days, so you'll have to stay a few days with me." Kenny suggested.
"Just one more thing; what about food?" Kyle then asked.
"I gotta show you something that only me and Karen know about." Kenny smirked.
The blonde boy opened the his closet to show a mini fridge to show different kinds of foods.
"Wow." Kyle couldn't believe it.
"It's a secret though," Kenny said. "We did it when there was that canned food drive and we didn't have a can opener."
"Do your parents or brother know about this?" Kyle asked.
"No way, this is only for me and Karen." Kenny replied.
"Thanks, Kenny, you're the best." Kyle smiled.
"I know I am," Kenny replied. "Now, is there any room for one more in this relationship?"
"No." Kyle glared.
"Aww..." Kenny pouted.
"You're seriously messed up, Kenny." Kyle said.
"I know and I'm proud of it." Kenny replied before playfully slapping the boy on his butt.
"Gah, Kenny!" Kyle glared.
Kenny just laughed. "I'm just messin' with ya."
"I worry about you sometimes." Kyle glared.
"I can't help it if you have a sweet ass," Kenny defended. "Ooh, maybe Stan will be on it like hot glue."
"KENNY!" Kyle roared.
"Relax, it was just a joke." Kenny laughed.
Kyle rolled his eyes.