"Kyle?"

Stan jogged after his red headed friend who had just recently stormed away from the others. With tears threatening to spill from his eyes, Kyle finally stopped in the middle of the dim-litted hallway.

"What?" The athletic black haired man paused with fear in his eyes. The smaller of the two had quite the temper on him and Stan tried his absolute best to not unleash the violent side of Kyle.

"I'm just, just concerned for you, dude. I mean, you walked out of there so abruptly and you were very upset. I'm just trying to figure out what the hell happened back there," Stan tentatively reached a strong hand out to place on Kyle's shoulder who forcefully pushed it away and turned to find his room.

"Can we- can we talk about it somewhere privately?" he inquired. Stan nodded and followed him to his room where the red head plopped onto the neat bedspread.

"Was it something Clyde said?" Stan sat next to his best friend. "Was it something I said?"

Kyle sighed, looking down at the floor and trying to hide the tears. "Nothing. It's honestly so stupid, I feel ridiculous for getting so worked up over it."

"The more you stall, the worse it's gonna get. If you tell me, maybe you'll feel better."

"I think it's just all the romance building up between our friends. I just got a little . . . jealous, I suppose." Stan's eyes also dropped to the floor. "I guess maybe it's because every time something happens between Bebe and I, Clyde is always the rebound. And yet, he's the one who's gonna marry and have a baby with her. I figured I'd be the most likely to do that with her, considering Clyde seems to always come second in her eyes."

"Don't sweat it. You'll meet someone who's a lot better. You'll settle down, get married, and be happy. We're still in our twenty's, dude. We've got time," Stan took to the time to dwell on what he had just said.

"You're right. This is the time I should enjoy being single. I shouldn't waste it getting upset over some girl," Kyle smiled as Stan remained silent, eyes still fixed to the floor.

"While we're here, I think I should say something, too," he watched himself fiddle with his fingers. "I don't like the idea of Butters marrying Jason."

Kyle looked at him. "Why?"

"Because . . . I like him- no, I think I love him," he spoke silently, wishing he had kept his mouth shut from the start.

"Yeah, I know."

Stan's eyes darted to the smaller man. "Really? How?"

Kyle grinned to himself. "Remember that night you got drunk at Stark's Pond and I had to pick you up? You drunkenly confessed to me that you liked him on the car ride to your house. I didn't want to bring it up because I figured you wouldn't remember saying anything and I didn't want you to get embarrassed or anything."

"Oh. Well, shit," Stan couldn't suppress the chuckle that escaped him which grew louder as Kyle joined him.

Interrupting them was a knock at the door and the two men immediately recognized the voice of Kenny. "What's going on, guys? Couldn't help yourselves from giving each other some 'I missed you' smooches?"

"Fuck off," Stan playfully yelled in response to Kenny's teasing. He turned his attention to Kyle. "You coming downstairs?"

"Yeah, in a while. You can go on ahead, if you want. I'll be down there soon," Stan patted his friend on the back before opening the door and stepping out into the hall, playfully shoving a chuckling Kenny.

In the main room, Butters and Jason seemingly never left each others side all night. Jason's arm wrapped around Butters' shoulder while Butters' hand rested on Jason's thigh. Stan wanted to puke.

"I don't like that look," Kyle walked up to Stan, putting a hand on his shoulder. Stan, who had ditched his blazer and tie only wearing a dress shirt and pants, scoffed in response.

Figuring Stan wasn't going to say anything, Kyle continued. "Look, I know you still have feelings for him and I understand those feelings are hard to get over. But under this circumstance, you have to. Take it this way, if it was meant to be then you'd be the one marrying Butters. This is just the way things are meant to play out."

Now, Stan wanted to cry. He knew he wasn't going to, but he still couldn't ignore the giant lump in his throat. Maybe Kyle was right. This was how things were meant to be. But these are years worth of feelings. That's not something you throw away and never think of again.

"Yo, Stan!" Stan slightly jumped at the booming voice. Yo? He turned to find Clyde with a big grin on his face. "No offense, but you got anything fun to do around here? I mean, this place is massive. You've got to have a lot more cool things here."

"Um, yeah," Stan said slowly, still trying to compose himself. "There's a pool table downstairs along with a bar and some other things. I'll take you to it. Or if you're in the mood for wine, I can tell Pip to go down into the cellar."

Stan led an excited Clyde along with Craig, Token, and Cartman down the hall into his basement. Nobody could deny that Stan had an impressive home and the basement was just as pretty as the rest of the mansion. It was very well-lit and complete with high ceilings, a bar with every drink imaginable, two pool tables and one air hockey table, a variety of classic arcade games, and a two-lane bowling alley. Cartman wanted to faint.

"Wow, Stan. I have to say, you really do have one beautiful home," Token placed a hand on Stan's shoulder and he couldn't prevent the smile playing along his lips. Token had probably the most richest family in all of South Park and a massive home on top of that. It was a major compliment that Stan's mansion could even take Token's breath away.

Stan focused on the company of his friends, hoping it would take his mind off of Butters.

Once a few hours passed by, everyone began gradually heading on up to bed, Stan being the last one to do so. As he lay in bed, he thought of the conversation he had with Kyle earlier. He played his words over and over in his mind, dwelling on every word. "This is just the way things are meant to play out." If that was true, was Stan meant to be arranging the wedding here? Was he meant to be affected by the letter he received from Butters? Is this all part of the plan?

His head began to hurt and he reached over his bedside to shut the lamp off. Turning onto his side, Stan's arm reached out in front of him and all he felt was an empty space he wished would be occupied by somebody.

As daytime approached, sunlight began to pour through the curtains of Stan's master bedroom. However, his alarm nor the sunlight was enough to get him to wake up. Instead, it was his red headed best friend who tentatively knocked on his door before opening it ever so slightly.

"Stan?" The half-asleep man groaned at the voice. "Just wanted to let you know everyone is out in the back. You should come join us. When you're fully awake of course."

Moments after the door was shut, Stan slowly slipped out of bed as he put on his casual clothing, eyes half-lidded. He wore a navy blue, soft cotton shirt and black jeans. Making his way downstairs, he noticed how quiet the house was and basked in the silence for a few more moments before heading out the back door.

The back porch overlooked the majority of the backyard. He noticed some people occupied the tennis court while some others occupied the basketball court nearby. Kyle, however, sat by the pool and Stan sauntered over toward him.

"Sleep well?" he asked, taking a seat next to his best friend.

"Totally. The beds are so comfortable, you'll have to show me where you got them someday," Stan smiled at Kyle's response and the two jogged over to the basketball court where Jason and Clyde were playing against each other.

In barely five minutes, Kyle made the other men nearly cry. Stan remembered how Kyle was always the best basketball player in school to the point where he was the only reason their high school's basketball program wasn't dropped due to how poorly the team played before he joined.

"You got any music we can listen to?" Kyle inquired, barely out of breath and not even breaking a sweat as opposed to Stan.

"Yeah, I've got some speakers in the garage," Stan made his way back into his home and into the basement where it was a lot more easier for him to reach his garage as opposed to walking around the massive mansion just to get to it in the front.

Glancing out one the windows, he noticed somebody stood just almost out of his view. He caught a glimpse of an orange sweatshirt and blonde hair blowing in the wind. Just then, a slender hand reached up and fingers tangled themselves into that hair. Stan reached for a button that opened one of the garage doors and stepped out slowly. Poking his head around the corner, he noticed Craig whose back was pinned against the wall by none other than Kenny. Stan also didn't fail to notice both of their mouths attached to each others in a sloppy kiss.

Oh boy, things are getting a bit heated up in here. Anyway, I'd like to thank you guys for the love you're showing to this story so far! I'm having loads of fun writing this. Anybody else jealous of Stan's home? I know I sure am.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter and please let me know what you think!