Kyle had arrived home late because he not only missed his bus thanks to Stan, but he ended up crossing paths with Craig.
"Hey Kyle," Craig said with a cigarette in one hand and his other wrapped around his boyfriend, Tweek.
"Oh, hi Craig." Kyle replied. "Hey Tweek."
"Ngh hi." Tweek said.
"You look depressed as hell, Kyle." Craig said while taking a puff of his cigarette.
"I'm not depressed, I just had a very bad day."
"You want a cigarette?" Craig asked. Normally, Kyle didn't really smoke. He had smoked before, but he rarely did it. Kyle shrugged his shoulders.
"Sure." He responded. He didn't really care today. He ended up spending around an hour with Tweek and Craig before he realized he really needed to get home.
As soon as Kyle walked through the door his mom went off him,
"Kyle, where have you been?!" Mrs Brovloski said.
"I was at school. I stayed after a little bit." Kyle said.
"You should have texted or called me!"
"Sorry mom." Mrs. Brovoloski sighed.
"Mrs. Cartman called." She said.
"Oh...about what?" Kyle asked.
"Apparently, you punched her son in the jaw today."
"He was being an asshole to me. He deserved it."
"Well Kyle...Wait." Mrs. Brovloski had paused herself. She then began to smell Kyle's clothes. "Have you been smoking?"
"No." Kyle lied. "I hung out with Craig for a while and he was smoking." Kyle sighed. "I've got a ton of homework to do so if I could be excused?"
"No that's fine Kyle." Mrs. Brovloski said. "But you do owe your friend and apology."
"...He's not really my fucking friend." Kyle muttered as he went to his room.
"Hey Kyle." Ike said as Kyle reached the top of the stairs. "Why do you look so upset?"
"It's nothing Ike." Kyle said with a smile.
"Oh okay then."
"How was school?"
"Same old boring middle school as always. Yours?"
"Same. Look I've got a lot of homework to do Ike."
"Say no more. Mom will have your head if you don't do your homework."
"Yeah, thanks." Kyle then left Ike, entered his room, and shut the door.
Kyle unloaded his back pack and put on his reading glasses. He tried to start on math. Math was something that would help him take his mind off things.
Meanwhile at Wendy's house, Wendy and Stan were eating a candle light dinner. However Stan wasn't eating.
"Stan?" Wendy asked.
"What? Huh?" Stan replied breaking out of his trance.
"You haven't touched any of your food."
"Oh...sorry. I guess I'm not hungry."
"...Stan, do you maybe want to do this another time? You don't look so well."
"No Wendy I'm fine." Then Stan began to eat.
"There's something you're not telling me...I'm not stupid, Stan." Wendy said with a serious look on her face. Stan looked into her eyes. How could he tell her what went on with Kyle?
Kyle tried desperately to focus on math, but Stan kept clouding his brain. It was making him frustrated. He decided to call Kenny.
"What's up?" Kenny said picking up the phone.
"I kissed Stan again."
"You did? Dude, does this mean you-"
"-No...He went silent and went home."
"Damn..."
"I bet they're having sex right now."
"Probably...Do you need me to come over?"
"Could you?"
"Of course man. I'll be there soon."
Kyle hung up the phone and went back to his math homework. The problems were now a blur, Kyle shut the book and threw it against the wall and laid on his bed.
Kenny soon arrived and joined Kyle in his room. Kyle told Kenny every detail in the basement.
"I'm so sorry, dude." He said.
"It's not your fault." Kyle responded.
"You had nothing to do with it, don't apologize. I was a fool into thinking Stan would share the same feelings."
"Kyle, you still haven't really told him. All you did was kiss him. You didn't tell him how you feel."
"Well I guess I'm not really good at telling him."
"Maybe you could do something else."
"Like what?" Kenny looked around the room and saw the old Guitar Hero game that Kyle and Stan played religiously together. He also took notice to the Rockband instruments as well.
"I think I might have an idea Kyle, but we are gonna need Butters."
"Why Butters?"
"Either him or Cartman."
"Okay fine Butters it is, but what for?"
"You'll see."