-1Disclaimer: South Park and all its characters is copyright Matt Stone, Trey Parker, and whoever else owns it or whatever. That means, not me.

Authors Notes:

GEE WHIZ

Aren't I little Updater rocket?!

You have to excuse me, but the KxK just DOESN"T LEAVE MY BRAIN.

ENJJJOOOYYY!!

Heh heh, And I just gotta say, I love Kyle's 'excuses'. Urgh. I'm still trying to keep them boyish, because that is love. Funny. I always try to imagine what my guy friends would do in situations like that so that I could get a better feel for it. Yeah.

BTW: I still have no idea how to describe sorta-hypoglycemia stuff or something. I tried in Spiral Clause, and… well, you'll see here what I'm talking about… but yeah, if anyone has any tips, that'd be, like, awesome.

style xx: Dude. DUUUDE. Totally psyched that you like this. And I'm trying to keep them boy, because, well, they are boys, and it just seems better like that… yeah… or something…

And are you seriously? Like, totally? You'd draw me something?! -spaz- I don't know! Oooooohhhh… I mean, seriously, I'm a total blank right now. I mean, I might've had an idea, maybe, but then I read that, and it was like… white noise. Well, I think we both can figure out that whatever I'd ask for would be kxk and… uhh… uh… something hot? -dies- I'm such a loser…

Title: Vanilla Blue

Author: Zoshi the Confused
Rating: PG-13 to M (eventually)
Category: South Park

Genre: General/Romance

Contains: (or will contain) Violence, Adult Situations, Swearing, SHOUNEN-AI - BOYLOVE

Two weeks of projects, homework, and listening to Stan talk excitedly about Homecoming helped Kyle push aside all thoughts on that thing he was getting annoyed with because he couldn't get anywhere while thinking about it.

You know, that thing.

And it seemed that all would be well, and that that thing, whatever it had been, would remain buried away in the back of his mind, to be recalled when he was 80 and well past the years of wondering about it, so that he could laugh at himself and tell him what a stupid kid he was.

It would have, really.

Except that he was in study, and he'd just looked when he heard a noise, and his eyes had just locked onto blue eyes held a mere inch and a half away from his face. He would've moved back, but found that he really didn't feel like moving back, because. Well. Damn. Blue.

"Kyle." Kenny said, crouched in front of him.

"Kenny." Kyle said, not moving and trying to ignore an itch that popped up suddenly in the middle of his back. That annoyed him, and not the fact that Kenny was so close. Yes. Because Kenny usually did get close when he wanted something, and usually got close to him, and usually did it when Kyle was entirely totally into writing a 5 page essay on the symbolism of flies in the poems of Emily Dickinson that was due in his Honors Lit. class in two days.

Yes. It was the itch, indeed.

"I need you." Kenny said seriously, his eyes staring deep into Kyle's.

Wham.

Suddenly all those repressed dreams about blonde-and-blue-and-smoky and those memories and those thoughts and wondering that had kept him up at night those couple weeks ago were back, popping off in his head as he stared dumbly at the blond in front of him.

Seriously, he suddenly had popcorn for brains.

"Wha…what?" Kyle managed, trying to stifle the onslaught. He wished Kenny would move back, just a little, but the blond stayed where he was. Less than inches away from him. Staring at him in a way that would make anyone looking at them think bad thoughts.

Fuck. Petting his head was gay, and this wasn't?
"Dude. I don't know what the fuck to do." Kenny continued, "You gotta help me."

"Help you? With what?" Kyle was utterly confused. The only thing he ever found himself helping anyone with lately was schoolwork. But Kenny didn't really give a crap about schoolwork. So.

"I don't know what to do about Homecoming." Kenny's hard eyed gaze turned anxious then, pleading.

"Uh. Okay." Kyle said, confused. Totally confused. "What?"

"Like, see, I could always get off on not going before, right, because it was just that stupid one hour chat-a-thon before…" Kenny said, wringing his hands. "But, dude, I'm not gonna get out of it this year. I know Stan's gonna drag all of us there."

"But… I thought you were excited about it…" Kyle said slowly. Kenny sighed as he sat back, looking around the room and biting his lip. Kyle let out a breath, feeling a little lightheaded. His heart was pounding; strange. But then again, they were doing some pretty strenuous exercises in PE, and the teacher was really forcing him since he thought Kyle was still a whiner. It was probably just his blood sugar dropping, he'd have to remember to grab something before study was over.

"I am, but Kyle…" Kenny looked back at him, desperate, and his voice dropped low. "I don't have anything to wear to it."

"Buh…" Kyle realized he didn't really have a response, but Kenny's worried look made him start trying to think of ideas. It'd be easier if he wasn't looking at him like that. Really. I mean, can anyone think when they're being stared at?

"Well, I mean, if you want, maybe you can borrow some of my stuff." Kyle said finally, "I mean, you're a little shorter than me, but we're both pretty skinny, so…"

"Really? Honestly dude?" Kenny perked up, grinning.

"Yeah. Sure." Kyle said, grinning back. Ha. Kenny was so happy. How fun.

"Awesome! Dude, you're so fucking cool…" Kenny gave his shoulder a friendly shove in thanks. Kyle felt his heart beat faster suddenly. Damn, he really needed to start watching his food intake again. And just when he thought he'd had it figured out.

"Hey, Kenny, do me a favor?" Kyle said. Kenny looked at him brightly, eyes still shining happily.

Ugh. Dizzy…

"Can you go grab me a soda?" Kyle asked, putting a hand to his head.

"Sure," Kenny stood up, ready to go, then stopped and frowned down at the redhead. "You're not gonna get the shakes, are you?"

"Not if you get me a soda." Kyle grinned wryly up at the blond.

"All right, back in a flash." Kenny grinned, taking off. He was back soon, and after handing over the can he plopped down on the ground next to Kyle and began telling him all his plans on how to get who to go with him to the dance. Kyle nodded at all the right parts, but he wasn't really paying that much attention, because twenty minutes later Kenny's knee was still touching his, and his heart was still fluttering, and even though he'd emptied the can long ago, the soda really hadn't helped that much.

"Kyle! KYYLLLEEE!"

The red head whipped around, pointing.

"STAAANN!"

"KYYLLEE!"

"STAANN!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU FAGS!"

Kyle shot Cartman a nasty look as Stan jogged up to them.

"Hey, where's Kenny?" Stan asked, looking around. Kyle shrugged, he hadn't seen the blond since they'd parted ways after school.

"Him and Token got into some shit again and he got shoved into the street like the fucking idiot he is…" Cartman said, giving Stan a hard look. "What the hell are we doing here, anyway?"

Here being the mall that sat on the boundary of both South Park and North Park.

"Duh. We're picking up girls," Stan said, rolling his eyes. Kyle also rolled his eyes, and crossed his arms too, for effect.

"Duh." He said, then added. "Lardass."

"Fuck off, Jew." Cartman growled, glaring murder. Kyle returned the look, although he didn't know why Cartman still got pissed over stuff like that. He wasn't as morbidly obese as he'd been when he was younger; actually, he was only a bit chubbier than average now. That still didn't change the fact that he was a selfish egotistical pig, of course.

"And who, exactly, did you have your eyes on, pray tell?" Cartman asked, looking around their area with a frown. Stan glanced around, searching, then nodded to the left.

"Those fine pieces of lady over there," He said, grinning. He fixed a glinty-eyed look on Cartman, grinning slyly. "And hey, there's a chubby one, she might even go for you… you know, what with you two having so much in common…"

"Keep that up, douche, and you'll be fucking lucky to be alive for homecoming…" Cartman growled, but turned to check out the girls anyway.

Kyle glanced over too, eyeing the three critically. A blond and two brunettes, it looked like, but he thought he could see the blond's roots growing in. Eh, fake blond. Didn't mean she wouldn't be a total ditz. He'd known smart girls who stupid as soon as their hair was bleached. Maybe the bleaching did it. Yeah, the chemicals probably leeched into their brain or something. Of course, if she was a total ditz, that meant scoring would probably be easier.

Yeah, totally easier.

But…

"Do we have to start today?" Kyle groaned. Stan gave him a curious look, putting a hand on his friends shoulder to turn him around so he could look him in the eye.

"Hey, you all right Kyle?" Stan asked, and Kyle nodded. "Look, if we don't start today, then all the good one's will be taken. And, fuck, you wanna end up with a girl that even Cartman rejected?"

Good point, Kyle thought. That would totally suck ass.

But…

"I got a project due on Monday. And I still haven't done my Pre-Cal homework…" Kyle said, fixing his glasses fitfully.

"Blah blah blah…" Stan did the accompanying hand motion too, rolling his eyes. Getting a good grip on Kyle's shoulder, he pulled him along as the three set off to stalk after the girls. "Come on, since when have you been shy about talking to some girls, huh? Your nerdiness catching up to you finally?"

Kyle stuck his tongue out at him, turning away from the smirk on his friend's face. God.

He realized that there had been silence for a while, and turned to Cartman, confused. He should have been making comments about how girls would never go for two fags like them anyway, so why bother. But he wasn't.

Actually, it seemed that Cartman wasn't paying attention to them at all.

Weird.

And his eyes held that intense look they got whenever he was scheming something.

And there they were, a plotting Cartman, a leering Stan, and Kyle, who was finally really starting to get into the mood. How could he not? The girls were pretty damn hot, what with their long legs, and short skirts, and the way they swayed their hips as they scissor-stepped down along. Scissor-stepped. Like fucking models on a fucking runway. Even the chubby one was hot, Kyle admitted, what with her curves. And, yeah, her curves.

A few more moments, and one of the girls glanced back. Ooo. Caught. She smiled back, that sweet smile girls give right before they tell their friends that they're being stalked.

They caught up to them by the food court, where the girls were pretending to be severely interested in the menus of the ice cream store. A "Hey girls" from Stan got their 'attention', and before Kyle knew it he was caught up in chatting with the skinny brunette. She smiled, and fluttered her eyelashes, and said something about how his hair looked good, and he replied something. Or the other. Cartman had pounced on the chubby brunette, who actually didn't seem to mind so much, and the blonde was already standing next to Stan like she was ready to jump in his pants, and he was chatting it up with the brunette, who kept trying to look him in the eyes, but he kept avoiding her gaze because…

Because?

Ugh.

Brown.