Sorry for the tone, Kyle is not feeling very optimistic right now. I don't blame him.

This is the last POV I needed for this morning's events, I promise we will actually move through time after this lol

Ft. a Bunny cameo!

POV - Kyle

"Kyyyyyle" he heard from the other side of his open locker.

"What." He tried to hide his smile as he answered shortly.

"School suuuuucks. Why won't you ditch with me?"

"Because school is important."

"Why would we spend our day here when we could spend all day in my room!?" The raven haired boy proposed with a sing-songy tune.

Kyle frowned dramatically, "So you want to get out of this building, where we would spend all day inside… staring at the front of the room and doing nothing… so that we could go to your house, where we would spend all day inside… staring at the front of the room and doing nothing?"

"Playing video games and watching TV, yes." Stan clarified with a smile.

The facade cracked. With a twitch of his mouth, Kyle was suddenly laughing, "You're hopeless, dude."

Stan smiled bashfully as he chuckled with Kyle. His eyes darted somewhere behind Kyle's head and he looked worriedly at someone he found there.

"Crap! It's Mrs. 'Joykill'" He whispered in a rush as he tried to keep eyes on her while not letting her see him.

"It's Ms." Kyle corrected.

"That… makes sense." Stan chuckled as he watched her. She was a nasty old thing, in her late 60s/early 70s, with short, artificial black hair and tits to the floor. She reminded Kyle of their old teacher Ms. Choksondik.

"Why are you hiding from her?" Kyle half asked, half scolded.

"Because!" Stan stepped closer to Kyle in order to keep his voice down, "Dude, her class is so boring I've skipped it pretty much every day this whole week of school."

"What?" Kyle hissed, they were only 8 days into the school year! "You need to be present in class, dude, its called 'attendance'"

Stan rolled his eyes, "It's called being bored out of my mind."

"You need to pass this class, Stan."

"But it's boooooriiiing…"

"Stan Marsh?!" Ms. 'Joykill' barked from across the hallway where she stood scowling in annoyance, squinting over her beaded glasses and pointing a bony finger in Stan's direction.

"Hide me!" Stan grabbed Kyle by the shoulders and shoved the tall redhead in front of him.

"Stan we're practically the same size."

"I'm crouching down, did she see me?"

"Um…"

Stan peeked his eyes over Kyle's shoulder, so only raven locks, piercing blue eyes, and a red and blue beanie could be seen. Long fingers sneakily crawling their way up Kyle's shoulders so he could more easily peer over to the old witch staring directly at him.

"I see you, Stan Marsh! Detention today if you ditch my class one more time!"

"Ugh," Stan groaned as he buried his face in Kyle's back.

"Uh, h-he'll be there Ms. Joyk— I MEAN Joyville!"

"Hm." Ms. 'Joykill' huffed as she turned up her nose and walked down the hallway, victorious.

Stan groaned as he dragged his chin up Kyle's shoulder blade to rest lazily against his neck. Kyle had to focus to keep his knees steady at the feeling of Stan Marsh's hot breath against his skin.

"Ugh. Fuck. Me. Dude." Stan growled directly in Kyle's ear. Kyle swallowed thickly. He pushed intrusive thoughts out of his mind with a chuckle, returning to re-organizing his locker for a distraction.

"You should have gone to class dude!"

"Yeah, whatever. Off the record? I kinda hope she gets hit by a bus."

"Stan, that's awful!"

"Ow!" Kyle had playfully bumped Stan in the chest.

Kyle repressed a smile, "Well, you shouldn't say things like that. You can go to jail just for saying that you know."

"No way, dude. It's not like I'd ever actually push her or anything."

"No one would know," Kyle flashed a smile, "they'd just know you threatened her one time, in 11th grade, in the hallways at school. Let the record show that Stan Marsh—"

Stan covered Kyle's mouth with his hand. "Yeah yeah, get out of here with that bullcrap." They both smiled as Kyle brushed him away.

"Go to class dude."

"Unless I take U.S. History next year…"

"You have to take government next year."

"Hey guys, what's happening?" The blinding smile of Kenny McCormick outshined even the shitty florescent lights of the high school hallway. Someone had woken up on the right side of the bed.

"The old ball-n-chain is making me go to class," Stan joked, jerking a thumb in Kyle's direction.

Kenny laughed, "Stan, I'm not on your side on this one, you need to go to class!"

Stan clicked his tongue in disappointment, "Aw, you're never on my side."

"Good morning, Kenny?" Kyle asked him knowingly. Kenny's eyes lit up and his smile stretched.

"Yeah, just had a good breakfast of the finest school-supplied PB&J, said 'hi' to a few people… today's been good." Kyle tried not to laugh at how easy Kenny was to read.

"Day's still not over." Stan quipped.

Kenny chuckled, "Ouch, cynical much?"

"Do you ever think before you speak?" Kyle hissed at Stan. "I'm seriously asking."

"No." Stan answered honestly. Kyle couldn't fight his slow growing smile. Stan could be adorably dumb sometimes.

"I swear football has knocked all of your brain cells right out of your head."

Stan smiled sheepishly at his friend.

"How are things with the missus? And I don't mean Kyle," Kenny clarified.

"Ok I guess. She's kinda been a bitch lately because of something stupid I did last weekend that I don't remember."

Kyle frowned, Stan had a tendency to drink too much too often, and Kyle didn't appreciate who it turned him into.

"What did you do?" Kyle asked accusingly.

"…Drive home." Kenny and Kyle's groans and scoldings could be heard down the hallway.

"Stan you could have killed someone!"

Stan shrugged defiantly, "Well I didn't!"

"You could have been arrested!"

"Well I wasn't!"

Kenny warned, "She's gonna leave you, dude."

"Wouldn't be the first time."

"I'll be sure to tell her you feel that way." Kyle retorted darkly.

"Do it. She's getting on my nerves."

"So leave her, dude!" Kyle threw his hands up in frustration.

"Maybe I will."

"Promise?" Kenny muttered giving Kyle an annoyed glance out of the corner of his eye.

There was a moment of silence when none of the three knew what to say anymore. The current topic was… complicated.

"Don't actually tell her, please?" Stan quietly begged Kyle.

Feeling himself soften at the roundness of those icy blue eyes, Kyle sighed.

"Thanks dude," Stan ran his hand down Kyle's arm. Kenny frowned as he watched it trail off.

Kyle's arm sparked with electricity. His skin tingled where Stan had touched him. He brushed the spot on his arm with his fingertips absently as he listened to Stan chatter about something or other.

"You're going this Friday, right?" Stan's puppy dog eyes gave Sparky a run for his money. He already knew the answer. As much as Kyle hated sports, he would go for Stan.

Stan was his oldest best friend, they grew up together. Stan was there for all of Kyle's poetry slams, and debate team championships — not to mention the unfortunate but brief period of mathletes competitions, before Kyle decided it was 'social suicide'. Thanks, Tina Fey.

Stan always supported Kyle, and Kyle would always support Stan. "Of course I'm going!"

Stan cheered excitedly, "My favorite cheerleader!"

Kyle chuckled shyly, catching Kenny's eyes as he smirked at him. Kyle tried his best to make rolling his eyes look more convincing.

Ever since he had finally admitted his feelings to himself, Kyle had to endure little mini heartbreaks multiple times a day. He would get hopeful, clinging to something the other boy may have implied, only to find himself barely standing up against the heavy punch to the gut he felt whenever he saw him with her. He sometimes read too much into the things Stan would say to him, but the the small moments of hope kept his fluttering heart from turning heavy and aching, rotting away in his chest. Was it sad? Yes. But was it necessary? Absolutely. Especially since the reappearance of—

"Hey babe!" That.

Wendy Testaburger. Stan's on-again off-again girlfriend since grade school. She was his first love, she was his first kiss, and she was his first… you know.

"Hey baby." Stan hummed to Wendy before wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into a passionate kiss.

Kyle felt like he had been kicked in the chest. All the breath had left his body. All the feeling had left his brain. Kyle turned numb in an instant. His mind went quiet but, instinctually everything hurt — pained with frayed nerves that were always too raw to protect.

Kyle clenched his jaw and flexed his hands, not sure what to do with himself and not wanting to keep staring at the hormonal display of PDA in front of him.

"Hey Kyle?" He felt himself shudder out the breath he was holding as Kenny pulled his attention. "I can't seem to find Stan, is he behind this hideous monster of teenage puberty?" Kenny shoved Kyle playfully as Stan (unmoving from Wendy) gave him the finger.

Kenny positioned his open locker as a kind of shield between Kyle and the make-out party and whispered quietly "Hey, are you ok?"

Kyle had confided in Kenny about his developing sexuality, as well as his feelings towards Stan, this summer when Kenny opened up to Kyle about some personal secrets of his own. They really bonded over it.

Not wanting to get into how not ok he was, Kyle just nodded, not looking up from the floor. Kenny placed a knowing hand on Kyle's arm to comfort him.

"Ok break it up!" He jokingly laughed while squeezing his way between the couple. That was the thing about Kenny: no one could ever really get mad at him, you always just ended up loving the guy. Kyle wished he had the same effect on people…

"'Sup douches, bitch." Eric Cartman belched as he strutted up to the group.

"Are you gonna let him talk to me like that?" Wendy slapped Stan across his bicep.

"Dude, don't call my girlfriend a bitch." He chastised half-heartedly while rubbing his arm absently.

Instantly Wendy launched into a tirade that turned into an all-out fight with Cartman.

"So… what'd you guys do last weekend?" Stan wondered, officially splitting the group into two.

Their conversation was cut short when another shrill Marsh voice pierced the air around them.

"McCormick!" Shelly Marsh's voice boomed over everything else and the hallway fell silent. She marched over to where the group was standing, knocking unsuspecting freshmen over in the process. Kyle promptly jumped out of her way, while the other four stood their ground. Well, Stan may have backed up just a little bit, too, and he didn't blame him. Just because she was the older sister of his Super Best Friend did not make her any less scary to Kyle.

"What's shakin' Shelly?" Eric Cartman quipped disinterestedly as he picked at his nails. Kyle had a feeling Fat-Ass knew that getting a rise out of her now would only make it worse for Kenny later.

And she was ma-a-ad. Shelly's face was red, her fists were shaking, and she had tears glistening over her eyes. She looked wildly between Kenny (her target) and Cartman (the pest).

Kenny didn't even flinch when she got right up in his face, "YOUR SISTER IS A TURD!" She screamed at him.

Then she shoved him into the lockers with all of her might. The sound reverberated throughout the hallway. Kenny looked stunned, he winced as his head connected with the wall of metal behind him.

"What the fuck, Shelly?!" Stan reprimanded (albiet a little weaker than was probably intended).

Everyone turned and stared as Shelly — angry beyond the point of comprehension anymore — just screamed and stalked her way out the back entrance of the school. Kyle doubted she would walk back through these doors anytime today.

"Are you ok dude?" Stan asked worriedly.

"Who put sand in her vagina?"

"Cartman!" Kyle warned, as Wendy went off on him yet again. Her berating lecture escalating into a full-blown argument. One that Cartman was never going to win, but he just kept opening his fat mouth anyway.

"It's not my fault Shelly has sand in her vagina!…". Kyle mentally blocked out the feud as he checked on his friend.

"Kenny, are you ok?"

"Yeah, man. Damn. I guess I'm lighter than I think." He tried to laugh while rubbing the back of his head.

"Or Shelly is just that monstrous." Stan suggested gravely.

"Kenny!" Suddenly, all traces of pain on Kenny's face had disappeared. His wincing expression had melted instantly into what had to be the dopiest smile Kyle had ever seen.

Butters Stotch shuffled his way over to Kenny as fast as he could, shoes scuffling on the linoleum floors.

"Kenny! Are you ok? I saw what that mean old Shelly did! Are you hurt?" Butters ran his hands all over Kenny, never really stopping anywhere as he checked on his patient.

"I'm fine Butters, really!" Kenny grabbed Butters' hands, where they rested against his chest.

Butters fingers curled around Kenny's as they stood there staring at each other.

"A-are ya sure?" Butters bounced around on his tiptoes as he looked up at Kenny.

"Leo," Kenny purred quietly "I'm ok, really."

"Ok." Butters smiled.

Kenny leaned forward slightly, but thought better of it and reversed the subtle motion.

Butters looked conflicted too, biting his lip and looking up at Kenny apologetically. "Well," he looked down as he rubbed his knuckled together, "I'll see you in Spanish then."

"Adiós!" Kenny yelled stiffly as he stepped back and waved at Butters. Kyle was sure it was supposed to be nonchalant, but he imagined Kenny's throat was damn near closing up with the way butters was looking at him so alluringly. The thought made Kyle shudder.

Kyle glanced quickly at Stan, who was watching the exchange with as much shock and surprise as Kyle had the first time he learned about Kenny and Butters.

Well, what there was to tell. Kyle was the only one who knew that Kenny had always had a crush on Butters and he was also the first to know that that Kenny had finally stepped up and asked Butters out on a date. Apparently Butters technically initiated it, making moves and dropping hints everywhere, but Kenny ended up being the one to take the leap. They had to keep it top secret though, even from strangers in the town. Butters' Dad had friends everywhere…

"Oh my God, Karen!" Kenny muttered to himself now that his blue-eyed distraction was away from him. He gathered his things and walked out the front door where he saw Shelly enter from before.

"I gotta go too." Stan told Kyle apologetically.

"Ok babe, see you at lunch!" Wendy called over from where she was still getting in Cartman's face about one thing or another.

The first bell rang. "Don't be late!" Kyle called after him.

"I won't!" he responded.

Kyle watched the Raven haired athlete jog through the open doors after Kenny. He sighed to himself and gathered his books to make the dreaded walk to first period without Stan. Oh goody.

"We will talk about this later!" Wendy hissed in Cartman's face. If she meant it to be threatening, it wasn't. Cartman and Kyle both rolled their eyes as they watched her swing her purse over her shoulder and march off to class in a huff.

"Women." Cartman exclaimed, without any real point.

Kyle walked his least favorite friend to the class they shared together in silence, thinking about everything that had just transpired.

Walking down the hall, Kyle noticed Tweek standing fairly close to Craig, biting his lip much like Butters had been doing moments ago with Kenny. Kyle sighed. Why couldn't he have that? Was it so hard to find a single guy, who was interested in guys, who also wasn't his Super Best Friend?

Yes, Kyle decided, that seemed impossible.

"Huh-fag!" Kyle turned his red hot gaze on Cartman as he shoved him into the hallway lockers with all his might. He was surprised he was able to get him to actually crash into them.

"Shut up Cartman! Stop being a DICK!" Kyle scolded as he shoved past him and walked to class without him. He didn't want to be associated with such hateful trash.

Kyle heard the fat boy panting behind him as he jogged to keep up with Kyle.

"Oh look! A jew fleeing the scene of a crime, that's new!" Cartman huffed angrily as he caught up beside him.

Don't engage, Kyle thought to himself as he pulled open the door, making it a point to let it swing closed on Cartman behind him.

"'Eh!" He heard from behind him as he marched to their usual seats.

"You're lucky you sit behind me, Jew, because I would put so much shit in your Jewy hair otherwise!"

"Great." Kyle stated noncommittally. The more he stared at the board instead of Cartman, the quicker he'd turn around. On cue, Cartman mumbled something to himself and turned to face the front of the class.

A few minutes after the second bell, Stan came waltzing in like he owned the place. As the star of the football team, he practically did.

"What did I miss?" He smiled at Kyle as he made his way around to the chair next to his.

Maybe a brain, some social awareness, general everyday deductive reasoning and logic? Kyle snarked in his head as he felt his face heat up. How could Stan be so blind?