DisclaimerObviously I don't own South Park

Rating: G… for now only! It's gonna get pretty M eventually.

Pairing: it will be StanxKyle

Author: KuroxFye

IMPORTANT! This chapter (at least) is Kyle's POV. Though it just picks up where the last chapter ends… I'll probably end up back in Stan's mind eventually.

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I sat up, trying to squint the morning light out of my eyes. Yawning, I dragged both feet out of my bed and slumped towards the bathroom, it's only 6:40… good thing I'm an early riser. My cloth slowly striped off and I turned on the shower, warm enough to create steam. And finally I was good and awake once the hot water ran over my body. For some reason this morning I'm a lot more tired then normal. Probably because I was up till 11 with Stan just trying to figure out exactly what we were supposed to be doing. Wait, that's right…, Stan was here, god I feel like a dick. I stood in the shower as I thought, casually washing myself.

I wasn't being fair at all yesterday. Yeah it's his fault but I shouldn't have done that, I should have just sucked it up and co-operated in the first place like he was. We could have done without the fight because concluding as it was, nothing's going to change. It's just; I can't even stand to look at him. If he knew, if only he knew exactly what I was thinking then maybe he'd understand but that's impossible, he couldn't know. Truth is, back then, back when we were younger Stan 'confused' me. He was my super best friend but I thought him to be so much more. I'm a total fag to admit this but now that I understand those feelings, he was probably the most intense crush I've ever had. He scared me, I thought I was loosing him for so long. I tried to talk him out of it once but all he did was deny me and tell me I was assuming things, we both got angry and I guess that's the last time we talked before yesterday.

I leaned my head against the shower wall, turned the knobs so they were off and sighed. I guess even we were bound to end badly; even if none of that had ever happened I suspect he'd leave the second I said 'I'm gay'. That's actually a secret I've kept pretty well hidden, no one knows, not even my own family. Actually, I think Cartman might know, I'm not sure how or why but I get this feeling he knows… it's eerie.

I got out of the shower, fixed my hair, got dressed and did the usual morning routine. By the time I finished the time had come to go to the bus stop. It always amused me that even after high school started it was only the original 4 of us who shared a single stop. Sure, hundreds of people attend out school but only we use that specific stop. I rounded the corner of our street and headed for the bus bench, looks like I'm the first one here today. That's not good because I'm only 2 minuets early, if they don't hurry up they'll all miss the bus.

I took a seat and flipped threw a couple pages of the 4th Harry potter, everyone else was so into these things, I figured I may as well just give them a shot. I looked over words until I heard a noise nearing me, looking to the side a little I could tell Stan was standing behind the bench to my right. It also looks like Cartman showed up at some point and I hadn't even noticed, Kenny's not here which reminded me of the words. 'Kenny, he's gone dude and he probably won't even finish school this year.' The poor kid was practically raised to be a failure, just look at his absent, drunken father.

And the bus is here; we all got on and sat separately as normal. Stan had made no extra move to talk to me today so I suppose I'll wait for class as well. I knew nothing would change. That's something I need to remember 'class' we still aren't sure exactly how to do the project, I have to ask Mrs. Weaver to explain again.

Once off the bus I headed straight for the classroom, I already have everything I need for the morning so I can just meet up with a few people in class. I don't really like these people, the only reason they sit around me, partner with me and call me friend is because I let them copy my homework. Of coarse that was only an educated guess on my half, they probably don't mind me, but that's not the same as having actual friends. They're nice and I don't like being alone, good enough.

I'm always the first to show up in class, even before the teacher can come back from her morning coffee. The second she entered the classroom I stood and started to walk over quickly, asking her several questions about the assignment. She just hushed at me and said she'd give more detail in this class; apparently I'm not the only person confused.

The room slowly filled with people until the bell rang and our door shut. It was hard not to notice Stan had yet to come, he's supposed to sit next to me this week. I looked over at the clock that hung above our door; he normally walks in at around 20 after, making him 5 minuets late. I hope he shows. Lo and behold he sneaks in just a couple seconds later then usual, amazingly the teacher didn't even notice today.

He took his seat and pulled out his work, he side glanced over at my papers then up at the teacher. "What's she talking about?" he whispered barely loud enough for me to hear.

I rolled my eyes a little then passed him a note on loose-leaf, it'd been a while since we've done anything like this. All it said though was "She's telling us what we're supposed to be doing; I'll catch you up in a sec."

He nodded slightly then went back to organizing his stuff.

"Ah, ah, ah, Mr. Marsh, how nice of you to be joining us today." Looks like the old hag did notice him come in late; I tried to hide a bit of laugher.

He himself looked rather shocked like he didn't expect that. "Umm, sorry." He tried to sound innocent.

"Don't apologize to me, only 3 lates left before you go on appeal in this class. Remember, 3 lates equal 1 absence." She said, tapping her finger on the attendance paper. Then quickly resumed her explanation of our work. It was all making more sense to me now; she made this sound a lot more confusing yesterday. I waited for her to stop talking then turned to Stan as the rest of the pairs started their work.

"Okay, basically all we have to do is make a record of each others past, present and future. Physically and emotionally, sounds pretty easy. The only thing is that it has to be extremely detailed, information only a stalker would have sort of thing." I couldn't think of a better way to put that.

He gave a rather dramatic sigh but then instantly lightened in a way. "I think that'll be pretty easy… but what happens if she doesn't believe us?" He laughed awkwardly; he's been doing a lot of that lately.

"What do you mean?"

He looked up as if searching for an example. "Well, how about the time you jumped off the roof purposely to hurt yourself, just so you could claim you were more physic then Cartman?" He searched my eyes for a second. "Seriously, more then half our childhood stories are less then believable."

That was true I guess I hadn't ever thought about it like that. "Well, we can dumb it down a bit." I thought. "And we can always leave out a couple things." I paused. "Like that time you put a gun to my head…"

He looked confused, can't say I blame him. Just yesterday we were at each others throats, now we're at total ease, even more so then we were last night. I sense he's a bit on edge though; he isn't going to say anything to upset me at all. Serves him right to be walking on egg shells, he can stand the feeling for a bit. Though I for one am going to try and start this friendship new. Decision of the moment really, but so long as there is a chance, as of now, I Kyle Broflovski will be giving a Stan Marsh one more chance. I'm completely aware this could blow up in my face and right now, I don't really care. This morning I was realistic, things won't change. Today, right now… we're working and that's something.

He finally stopped looking at me with guilt. "Yeah… we better not include that." Then he looked confused again.

Well it looks like this may take a while. It sickens me to think about what he did, don't get me wrong I haven't forgiven him quite yet. There is a lot to re build here, something tells me that this is the perfect project to get us back together. Something inside me doubts he wants the same things I do, but really, I could never expect him to want that. Time to give it another go, snap decision as it were.

"Ohh, you know what would be a good one?" I remembered something.

"Hmm?"

"That time we were all in a boy band, it was very emotional because of your dad's secret." I remember his dad ended up taking Kenny's place in our group.

"That would work… I think you're forgetting that we need to do a present and future section as well." He sighed. "What do you suggest we do about that?"

I though about all the things we'd have to go threw for this to work, I'd have to tell him about my life, and he'd have to tell me about his. It's good to know I'm going to be getting some forced honesty because I'm still not sure I entirely believe him.

"We catch each other up." I gave him a smile, one of those smiles that are unintentionally VERY creepy. I totally didn't mean to but the way I felt it sit on my face let me know I must look fucked.

He averted his eyes back down onto his desk and said "Yeah, I guess that's about all we can do." It sounded rather flat. I've decided he's defiantly hiding something.

Well, this will be interesting; I just hope it goes my way.

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I've concluded that it doesn't take a genius to tell where this is going.

But I'm going to spoil something for all you readers out there:

IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK!

There is something very BIG that still needs to be said by one of them, they'll uncover it sometime over the week and it is the main focus of the story after that… and it isn't that they're both gay (that's already obvious)

It's something…much more sad.

I've said too much…

- KuroxFye