yeah, yeah I know its been forever. But be happy because a new chapter of The Perfect Love Story is up! :D And I'm working on another chap as you read!

Stan was woken up sometime after three in the morning and before six. He looked around for the source of the noise that had woken him and found that it was Kyle. He was talking in his sleep again, like he always did. Stan smiled and the cute habit and watching him drowsily. Kyle's head was resting on his chest and his arms were wrapped around Stan's neck sweetly. The smaller boy even had a leg looped around one of Stan's. Stan's ears perked when Kyle spoke again.

"Shut up, Cartman. Go eatsum cheesy… poofs…" His soft pink lips moved languidly as the somewhat garbled speech came out.

Stan rolled his eyes. Silly Kyle, can't you even sleep without being tortured by that fatass? Stan leaned closer and inhaled into Kyle's hair deeply. He smelled like peanut butter and lime shampoo. Stan had always wondered where Kyle had found lime shampoo, but he knew where the peanut butter scent came from. One of the funniest things about Kyle was that he could sit down with a jar of peanut butter and eat the whole damn thing in one sitting. That Jewish boy loved peanut butter.

Speaking of peanut butter. "Ommm, nom, nom… Stan… Gimme da peanut butter back…"

Stan actually laughed at this one. Kyle was dreaming that he took his peanut butter? His body started shaking with silent laughs. Stan shook his head and listened when Kyle began to talk once again. It seemed like he voiced everything going on in his dreams, one thing Stan had always been fascinated by at sleepovers.

"Nommmm, Stan do yooh wansum peanut butter? Here ya go…" What was with him with Stan and peanut butter dreams?

"Mmmm Staaanley." He whispered and cuddled more closely, if even possible, to Stan.

Stan smiled tenderly at the fact that Kyle was dreaming about him, even if it was just a silly dream. He was actually used to hearing Kyle say his name in his sleep. They had been best friends so he was mentioned all the time.

"Mine…" He raised his eyebrows at the possessive tone. Is he still talking about me? Stan wondered. "Mine Stan… My Stan…" Kyle said, fingers curling into claws around Stan's shirt. Heh, so someone is a little coveting? Stan smiled that in his dreams, Kyle clearly did not want to share him with anyone.

After another few minutes without Kyle talking Stan settled back down and fell asleep with his cheek right against Kyle's.

"Good morning Kyle. Oh and Stanley I see." Mrs. Broflovski walked in to Kyle's room to see the two teenage boys tangled together asleep.

"Unnnn?" Stan said, carefully untwining him and Kyle so as not to seem suspicious. He knew Kyle would not want to tell his mom about being gay. Thank goodness Kyle was a cuddle sleeper anyways, so they had a good excuse.

He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and yawned a 'good morning' to Kyle's mother.

She left the room telling them that breakfast was almost done. After she left Stan leaned down and pressed a kiss to Kyle's forehead while shaking him gently.

"Come on Kyle, wake up." He said softly.

"Huh?" Kyle sat p slowly only to find that he could not get all the way up because Stan was bending over him.

"Good morning sleeping beauty." Stan said and pressed another kiss the Kyle's cheek. The redhead blushed and grinned. "Your mom said breakfast would be done in a sec, wanna go eat?" Stan asked, running a hand absent mindedly through Kyle's curly hair. He was starving and Mrs. Broflovski was an excellent cook.

"Sure, sure… But first…" Kyle trailed off suggestively.

"First what?" Stan was confused.

Kyle grabbed a hold of Stan's shirt and pulled him down to press their lips together. Stan was surprised but definitely willing. He leaned down on Kyle, putting his arms on either side of him to cage him in. Kyle nudged Stan's hips with his and Stan crawled into his lap to straddle him without breaking the kiss. Gasping lightly Kyle wound his fingers into Stan's hair and pulled him closer.

Then Stan's stomach growled.

"Hahaha, are you really that hungry?" Kyle asked.

"For more than one thing…" Stan whispered. He wanted to go eat, yet at the same time he didn't want to stop what they were doing.

"Come on, let's go feed you." He teased. Stan got off him and walked out the door where the smell of waffles and bacon was strong in the air. Tromping down the stairs two at a time the boys came into the kitchen and loaded their plates up full of food.

"I'm going out with your father and Ike, Kyle. Do you and Stanley want to come?" Sheila asked.

"No thanks." Kyle said around a huge bite of waffle.

"Yeah we'll probably just stay here and play video games." Stan agreed, knowing that neither of them had any intentions of playing video games.

"Okay, boys. We'll be back later today. Kyle, make sure to keep an eye Ike."

"What?" Kyle objected. "Aren't you taking him with you?"

"Oh Kyle, be a big boy. He's easy to watch. Good bye now!" And with that Sheila and her husband left.

"Well there goes our alone time." Stan muttered under his breath.

"Tell me about it." The Jewish boy whispered back.

Ike walked into the kitchen and looked at the two teenage boys.

"What?" Kyle accused when his little brother did not look away.

"I know what's going on. I always knew you two would end up gay for each other." The little Canadian smirked.

Kyle's jaw dropped and he shook his head. "You don't know anything, you little bastard!" He shouted desperately and stood up. Stan put a hand on Kyle's shoulder to calm him, but the truth was that he was just as scared.

"Hey don't worry about it fags. It's not like I care, I won't bother to tell anyone." Ike shrugged his shoulders and grabbed a plate, which he began to load with food. His nonchalance seemed to calm the other two boys.

""You better not tell anyone." Kyle grumbled, sitting back down.

"Like I said, don't worry. You two can keep up your little games and shit. But you better hope to hell Wendy doesn't find out Stan." Ike didn't miss a beat as he finished adding eggs to his pile and walked over to the table.

Stan looked down at the counter after that last part. He knew Ike was right and it actually kinda scared him to think of Wendy finding out. She'll slaughter me if she finds out that I broke up with her because I was gay for my best friend…

"Come on Stan." The red head said, breaking the trance.

"Uh, yeah." Stan said, taking his plate and putting it in the sink.

How am I going to keep this a secret?

ooooooooooo, shiz. Ike knows, and what about Wendah? She's still pissed Stan broke up with her...