I DO NOT OWN SOUTH PARK!
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Kenny didn't know how long he was in there before he heard the door open and Kyle's voice calling, "Kenny? Are you in here?"
The boy sighed and sat up. "Yeh. I'll be out in a minute."
Kyle walked along the row of stalls and looked under all of them. Kenny's shoes were the only ones he could see. He walked back to the door and turned the lock. "I'm sorry, Kenny."
The boy was quiet for a minute. "Why?"
"I shouldn't have done that without asking."
"No. I meant why did you do it?"
Kyle sighed and leaned his head against the stall door. "I've liked you for a long time. I've never known how to tell you. I don't know why I chose tonight. I guess it was because I saw something in your eyes when I handed you that coke. You didn't push me away when I touched you. So I thought maybe you liked me, too. Was I wrong?"
"I tried to stop you before you went into my pants, Kyle."
"I know. I'm sorry. I thought you were only doing that because you didn't want Stan and Cartman to see."
"I was."
"Please, Kenny. Tell me what I did wrong."
Kenny unlocked the door and Kyle stepped back as he walked to the sinks and washed his hands. "Why didn't you just tell me you like me? That was a hell of a way to find out."
"I'm sorry."
Kenny looked up into the mirror when he heard Kyle's voice shake. He had his head down but Kenny could see the tears in his eyes. "I've always thought I would at least kiss you before we did anything else."
Kyle lifted his head slowly and watched Kenny's clear blue eyes in the mirror. "You like me, too?"
"Yes. I always have." Kenny shook his head and turned around, leaning against the counter. "I didn't think you were gay."
Kyle shifted uncomfortably. "I don't know if I am or not. I've never touched a guy like that before. I've never wanted to touch a guy like that before, except for you." He sighed and shrugged. "I don't know if it means I'm gay or if it just means that I like only you or what it means. I'm so confused."
"Well I'm gay, Kyle. I've known I am for years. I just haven't told anyone. Cartman makes fun of me enough because I'm poor. I can just imagine the kick he will get if he finds out I'm not only poor but I'm a fag, too."
"Don't say that. You aren't a fag."
Kenny laughed bitterly and crossed his arms. "Yes, Kyle. I am. The first time I had sex with another guy I was 13. I'm 16 now and I am 100% a fag. Believe what you want, but I know who I am."
"You've had sex?" Kyle's eyes turned angry. "Damn it, Kenny. You're my best friend. Why haven't you ever told me this stuff? You know me better then to think I would tell anyone about any of this, let alone Cartman."
"I didn't want you to know. You're my best friend, too, Kyle. You think I wanted you to know that when I was 13 my parents whored me out to make a little extra money? You think I want the one person who doesn't look down on me to know I've sucked cock for 10 bucks just so I could buy a pizza to feed me and my brother and sister because my parents are always to drunk to find work? You think I want the man I'm secretly in love with to know that without my side job, I would have starved to death a long time ago because my parents spend almost all of their food stamps on booze?" Kenny stopped and wiped at the tears on his face. He turned his back on Kyle again and hung his head. "Do you think I wanted you to know that my parents kicked me out because I refused to buy them beer anymore? That my part-time job doesn't pay enough for me to live on my own so I am still whoring myself just so I can get by. That the real reason I was late was because I had someone call me wanting a quick fuck and I accepted because I needed money for food. That even with the whoring I can barely afford the cost of the electricity it takes to run the fridge and the lights, so I never turn the heat on. That I cry myself to sleep every night because I'm cold and hungry and all I want is for once to have someone who will hold me." Kenny wiped the tears from his face again. "I didn't want you to know. I'm doing my best to get by. I'm doing all I can to simply have a roof over my head and food in my stomach. I only have a year and a half until I'm 18, until we graduate from high school. Then I can get my diploma and get a full time job. Then I will be able to stop letting people use me and make money in a way that doesn't leave me feeling dirty and ashamed of myself. So yeh, I like you, Kyle. I didn't want to tell you because I don't deserve you. I'm just a whore. And you're this super sweet guy who has a family that loves him and a real future in front of you. I have nothing to offer you. You can do so much better then me."
Kyle watched helplessly as Kenny spun around and left the bathroom. He walked slowly into one of the stalls and sat down. For 5 minutes he stared at the back of the door. Then his heart gave a painful, breaking shudder and he broke down into tears.