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"Well, well!" chirped Mrs. Herit, she continued, "We've made our decisions for the cast!"

Kyle looked to Stan with something a lot like a glare as they sat down with a huff. Kyle muttered, "I don't think…I've ever been degraded in such a way before."

"What about that time Cartman made you suck his balls?"

Kyle glowered, "That wasn't even me. That was a sick export of Cartman's twisted fantasies."

"What about that time Cartman filled all of your underwear with peanut butter and you were too tired to notice in the morning and went to school with all those dogs and squirrels following you?"

"No one was even at school to see it; remember that flu epidemic that year?" Kyle replied shortly.

"What about that time Cartman told all the second-graders that you wanted to put your tongue inside them?"

Kyle chuckled darkly, "They were all told by the principle at the beginning of the year to never trust a thing Cartman says."

"What about that time Cartman-''

"Stan…"

"Yeah?"

"Enough."

"Kay."

Adam sat beside Kyle and implored, "So, how do you think you did?"

Kyle sighed, muttering, "Ugh…I guess I did fine. I mean, I've read Romeo and Juliet before, so the passages were easy enough to reci—''

"Romeo Montague, Kyle Broflovski."

Kyle's eyes shot wide open as his face pinked and he jet out of his chair, retrieving his personal script as the group applauded. When he sat back down, Stan and him stared at each other in amazement as Kyle uttered, "Kick ass."

"I thought this play was going to be the most degrading event of your life?" Stan quizzed.



"Not if I'm a hot romantic who gets to stab guys."

Stan glared jokingly, "You never cease to amaze me, Kye."

"I know; there's no amount of gloating that can do justice to just how awesome I am."

"You're just too charming, you know that?" Stan teased.

Kyle chuckled as Tybalt was assigned as well as Lady Capulet, Benvolio, Friar Larence and the narrator. Very suddenly Mrs. Herit's voice pierced through as she called, "Stan Marsh…"

When they made eye-contact, she announced, "Mercutio Montague."

Stan grinned and performed some type of a secret-handshake with Kyle before rising and taking his script. A few other roles were called out before she finished, "Adam Liever…"

He rose, the moment he took the script she finished, "Juliet Capulet."

Kyle turned a strawberry red as Stan's face shrank back in horror. Adam smiled to Kyle, murmuring, "Lucky me."

Kyle must have heard it the mumble, though, and it was more than likely that steam was billowing out of his ears and nose. Stan looked to Kyle told him,

"If he bothers you, tell me."

Kyle perked a brow, "Oh, I can't defend myself?"

"Duh, I'm way tougher than you."

"Are not!" Kyle shot.

"As if, Kye, you're thin, fragile and pale with big eyes, not to mention you're shorter than me."

"The bigger they are, the harder they fall."

"That's a metaphor for egos."

"Seems to fit either bill when it comes to you, Stan." Kyle joked.

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"How did it go, Stanley?" Mrs. Marsh pondered aloud as they sat at dinner.

Stan looked up to her from beneath his ivory bang, his ocean blue eyes appearing dull and bothered. He told her simply, "It was okay, I guess."

"What did you guys do?"



"They assigned roles."

His mother's features lit up enthusiastically as she interviewed, "Yeah? What role did you get?"

"Mercutio."

She finished swallowing her food before widening her eyes and telling him, "That's great, Stan! You've got such a fun role!"

Stan snorted a laugh, "Fun? Playing an egotistical side-kick with a sex-god complex? Somehow it's not so appealing."

She sighed and asked, "What role did Kyle get?"

Stan took another bite, pronouncing distinctly, "Romeo."

"Wow!" Sharon exclaimed, "That's great! Did you hear his audition? Was he very good?"

Stan looked away, "I didn't hear a thing, I wasn't in the room."

"Wow, you'll have to keep us updated on how he does! Aw, best friends playing best friends…"

"How poetic." His father finished.

"Yeah, whatever." Stan slurred under his breath.

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"Thank God it's Friday." Stan mumbled as he and Kyle walked out of the school building.

"Yeah." Kyle breathed; just as tired.

"You wanna go play guitar hero at my house?" Stan offered eagerly.

"Sorry," Kyle began, "I can't. I've got work."

"Work?!" Stan complained.

"Sorry, dude, but I have to go. You wanna come? I could make you a seriously amazing sundae."

Stan contemplated this option for a moment before shrugging, "Eh, alright."

"Jesus, Stan, curb your enthusiasm. It's supposed to be awesome having a friend who works at the icecream parlor. You know they're mad picky about the people they hire, you're supposed to want to come to work with me every day."

Stan rolled his eyes as the passed the bus stop, "Ugh…you sound like Wendy, stop complaining, I'm going, aren't I?"



"Yeah, but the point is that I want you to 'want' to go." Kyle pressed.

Stan looked away, catching Kyle's attention. Kyle looked to him and asked softly,

"Hey…dude, are you okay?"

"Yeah, why?" Stan replied in a snarky kind of attitude.

Kyle was taken aback as Stan felt a twitch of guilt in his gut. Kyle implored, "You just seem…kind of…uhm…angry with me?"

"It's not you, don't worry."

Kyle told him, "Doesn't matter if it's me or not. You're my best friend, Stan and I wouldn't be able to move onto the next day if I didn't have you."

Stan looked to Kyle with round, shocked eyes as Kyle continued, "So when you're sad, it makes me worry. I want you to tell me what's wrong. I want to fix it for you, because I care about you being happy. I want you to be happy."

Stan smiled weakly, "Kye…thanks, dude. That's…uhm…sweet."

Kyle simpered, responding kindly, "It's the truth; don't thank me for what you should know is true."

Stan looked away bashfully, "Well…it's that Adam kid…"

Kyle chuckled, "I had a feeling."

Stan blushed slightly, "It's just…he makes me so angry…"

He felt Kyle's hand curl around his shoulder as his silky smooth voice wafted by him, explaining, "He could never take your place. No one ever could."

Stan looked to his best friend; they had stopped walking and were connected by Kyle's friendly hand on his shoulder. Kyle told him, "You are the most important person to me, Stan. No Adam-kid could ever take me away, okay?"

Stan blushed, his eyes shimmering with some emotion that made his knees weak. He stared into Kyle's brilliant, emerald eyes and told him, "…thank you, Kye."

Kyle smirked, "Don't thank me. But you're welcome."

Stan nodded, speechless otherwise. Strangely, he found himself lost in his friend's eyes. They were hypnotizing him and he couldn't place why…

"I don't…uhm…my head can't…uh…"



Kyle laughed again, beginning to walk again as he told him, "I think it's funny when you're possessive about me, Stan. It's flattering."

Stan snorted, snapping his senses and brain back into action, "Tch-yeah, don't get an ego about it."

Kyle smiled, although Stan could not see it as he chirped, "Oh, I will."