Disclaimer: I do not in ANY WAY own South Park.

Warning: This is a BOY x BOY romance story. There are some dark themes.

A/N: More of this redoing! I forgot how short this chapter was, so this was one was quick to go through. I hope you guys like it!

Also, please review!

I fall down and hit the ground. My motionless body lay there and nobody is around. I'm all alone.

"…alone…Stan…help…need…"

"KYLE!" Stan keeps shaking me until I'm awake.

"Huh?" I say out of impulse, not knowing anything at the moment.

"Kyle! You were having a nightmare. I had to wake you up." Stan says and hugs me like my life depended on it.

"Stan…it was terrible." I say weakly, and cry into his shoulder…

We Need Each Other [Redone] (Chapter 4)-Emotion Commotion

"Kyle, this isn't the first nightmare you had, is it?" Stan asks, rubbing my back like he did earlier. I calm down and actually moan slightly.

"No. I've been having them all week." I say, confessing this.

"This is why you've been so tired?" He asks, knowing the answer.

"I'm so sorry, Stan." I just say, knowing my world is over.

"You have nothing to be sorry. Do you understand me? This isn't your fault. You can't blame yourself for things like this, Kyle. You've blamed yourself too many times for things in the past." He says with bravery and confidence, and pulls me into a hug.

"I'm scared, Stan. These are getting worse. First, it was just me dying. Then you died. Then someone with my voice killed you. Now I committed suicide without control. I'm crazy. I can't do this!" I shout into his shoulder, biting his shirt and shoulder out of frustration. He pulls me up and forces me to look at him.

"You are NOT crazy. You are Kyle, my best friend. You can fight this, and you will. I'll be there with you. You are so strong. You just need some help. I'll help you. I won't leave you. I won't ever leave you." He says and gets tears in his eyes. He fights them back and smiles at me, making me blush.

"Why do you think I'm getting these nightmares?" I ask him, curious as to his first thought.

"It's definitely stress-related. Let's see. You're doing well in school and you're not even close to dropping to a lower grade in any class. You're the best trumpet player in band, so you won't be worried about playing bad or messing up. You could like someone, but you would have told me who he was. Those are the only things I could think of." He says, and gives my shoulder a squeeze.

"Well, whatever it is, you'll be here to help me." I say and pull him into a hug. I put my chin into his shoulder. I inhale the sweet smell of Stan's hair. It's just like he always is, and it's nice. Then, I yawn really loudly.

"You want to try to go back to sleep?" He asks with worry in his eyes. I smile at him and nod.

He turns the light off and we fall asleep. Surprisingly, I didn't have a nightmare. Well, not entirely at least. I don't remember any of it, but it made me wake up with a sharp pang of jealousy. I look over and Stan in still asleep.

Maybe all this is because I like him. I'm almost positive I have romantic feelings for the guy. If I do, what'll it do to our friendship? What if he doesn't feel the same way? I don't want to give myself false hope, but I couldn't have been imagining all of the signs. I mean, he had a weird look in the car. He kissed my cheek. He blushed when I rested my head into his shoulder. He offers to help me with everything. I can't just be looking for anything that could mean he returns my feelings. I'm just trying to be realistic.

Even if he does like me (and if I like him), what will we do? We couldn't be in a relationship. He's straight. He would've told me if he thought he wasn't straight anymore. Even if we were in a relationship, we couldn't go public. Stan is the "super-sexy jock that everyone wants to be around and has all the girls" and I am the "straight-A nerd who is a band geek." They don't call Stan a band geek because of him being a jock, or at least he was back in middle school. Nicknames stick. If we were in a relationship, it would ruin Stan's reputation and just humiliate him.

Who can I talk to about this? I need to talk to someone who can help me figure out my feelings. Is it love, or is it lust? Is it real hope, or is it fantasy? Am I crazy, or just confused? I need someone to help me sort out all these feelings who isn't Stan.

I need Butters to help me.

On Monday, I'm going to ask him to help me. He's going to help me sort out these feelings.

Stan's P.O.V

What am I feeling towards him? I just need answers. Why am I about to cry whenever he tries to tell me something bad? Why do I just want to hug him and never let go? Why do I want to be the one that helps him when he asks? It's just because he's my best friend, right?

Right?

Maybe. Maybe not. I mean, I get this weird feeling whenever he talks to most other people. I think it's jealousy. What am I jealous about then? Am I jealous that some girl talks to him? I think I am even though he won't go out with them. Am I jealous that people in class always try to get his help? I think so, because I want it to be me who's talking to him.

What the hell? I can't ask Kyle any of this and I can't tell him anything. It would mess him up more than he is right now. He needs me to be strong for the both of us. I will do anything he needs, and he needs a strong friend. So I have to go to someone else. I need to tell someone.

Who can I tell though?

Kenny is such an idiot. All he would tell me is to have sex with Kyle. And Kenny wonders why he has an STD...

Cartman is such an asshole to everyone, especially Kyle. I punched Cartman and broke his nose once when he was teasing Kyle. I wouldn't have, but he actually made Kyle cry. I punched him so hard that his nose broke and he needed reconstructive surgery. I didn't even get in trouble, the dean was proud of me for standing up for my friend. Still, Cartman hasn't learned his lesson.

Is there anyone from band who I'm close to besides Kyle? Of course! I can tell Butters!

What am I going to tell him? That I may like Kyle? I honestly think that sums it up. At least that sums up my confusion. Too bad I can't tell him until Monday. I guess I'll tell him during the morning or something.

Saturday Morning-Kyle's P.O.V.

"So, Stan. I don't think I had a nightmare. At least, I don't remember having one. That's already a good sign." I say and start walking to the bathroom. I pee, wash my hands, and then go to Stan's room and change into some new clothes.

"That's great, Kyle!" He says and gives me a huge hug. I definitely accept it and hug back. He lets go and goes to the bathroom himself.

About a minute or two later, he comes back into the room and sits with me on the bed.

"So what do you want to do today? I was just kind of hoping we could watch some TV." Stan asks. I got something that he would like though.

"Actually, I think I have a much better idea. I know how anxious you are to watch this with me." I pause and go to my bag. I take out a DVD set. I show it to him and he explodes with happiness.

"No way! You got Grey's Anatomy Season 10?!" He is basically jumping up and down.

Stan and I are both like in love with Grey's Anatomy. He was a fan of it, and he had the first season on DVD. He wanted me to watch it, and I got hooked after the very first episode. Since then, we've been watching it together on DVD. Every time a new season came out, we would watch it together. We've been behind, so I thought we would catch up.

"Of course I did. It wouldn't be a fantastic sleepover without it." I say, and I put in the first disc.

"You just want to stare at McDreamy. Face it, you're in love with him." Stan teases.

And with that, we just watch Grey's Anatomy for basically the rest of the sleepover. We laugh, and hypothesize what will happen in the next episode, we wonder of the patient will live or not, etc. We finish the entire season by Sunday night.

So, tomorrow is the day. Tomorrow is basically when I found out if I have a crush on Stan. Or at least, tomorrow is the start of finding out. Butters will help me.

"Goodnight, Stan." I say to him and yawn loudly.

"Goodnight, Kyle." He says and turns off the light.

I just hope that it won't be painful to find out the truth…

A/N: So, yeah. The whole second half was entirely filler. I am a Grey's Anatomy fan, so I just thought I would write a little about it. I just needed a way to finish the sleepover so I can start the next chapter off on the school day. As like before, people who read this originally will notice the cut of an OC and my fix for it. Also, don't forget to review!