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I awoke next morning, smiling as the night before flooded back to me and reached my arm out for Stan, only to feel the cold sheets where he must have left some time ago. Throwing on the clothes I had yesterday I thought about last night. Shit, that was way too much too quickly. I shouldn't have gotten carried away like that. Then again I technically did nothing so what was I worrying about?

I smiled as the thought washed over me; Stan touched me. He actually touched me!

If it had been anybody else I would have been repulsed or more reluctant to go where we went last night but I think that, because it was Stan, my absolute best friend in the world which I had recently grown feelings for, it was more than ok with me. There was no way he could not be feeling the same way, not when he had opened this can of worms the way he did last night!

"Hey..." Stan greeted hesitantly, flipping over a slice of French toast, his expression had fallen, I gave him a puzzled look.

"Is that Kyle?" came a squeaky sing-song voice from further into the kitchen. I couldn't have guessed it to have been anyone else even if I tried. "Hi Wendy"

"Wow you sleep in for ages! It's eleven-thirty you lazy ass, what the fuck did you do last night to get yourself so tired?" she giggled.

"Shut it, bitch and eat your toast" said Stan, handing her the slice and playfully nuzzling into her cheek. He shot me a warning look after, a 'don't-you-dare-answer-that' look and I nodded obediently.

I smiled to myself. God, this had become so real in the past twenty four hours! Now we were the secret couple, fooling around in secret. Part of me wanted Stan to come clean straight away but another part wanted it to stay like this for a while. It felt so naughty but fun.

...

"Hahahahahaa!" roared Cartman as he saw me walk through the gates. "Hey Jew! Truth or dare?" Oh God, I was half expecting this at some point, even the smallest amount of scandal would catch on like wild-fire in this place.

"Don't answer that, TRUTH!" he cried out dramatically. "Give over, fat-ass" I sighed, he ignored me and quietened down allowing his voice to become calm and maliciously evil. "*ahem*-why the fuck did you dare one 'Stanley Marsh' of 32511 Bonanza Creek to expose to you: 'Kyle Jew-rat Broflovski' his genitalia yesterday behind the gym at approximately 1:45pm?"

A small crowd, overhearing the commotion had started to gather around the two of us as Cartman stared daggers, a twisted grin forming on his lips. He repeated, adding emphasis on each word.

Oh fuck! I start to sweat. I can't deal with crowds. Their numbers seem to multiply despite there only being a few. My mouth turns to sand. I can't let Cartman see my weakness, he'll be all over it like a cupcake. I'll never live this down!

"Because he's sick of your hermaphrodite-mother's! Fuck, we all are!" came a voice from the small group of people. I whirled around. There he was in all of his glory. Stan's insult had sent the group into stitches laughing. Cartman's smirk faded, his cheeks turned the same crimson as his jacket. "Fuck you and your Jew butt-buddy, fags!" he snarled as he stormed off. My strength returned and I grinned as the crowd dispersed, going to lockers and classes, leaving Stan alone.

"Stan." The name rolls off my tounge like a delicacy. I melt inside as he smiles at me.

I'm three years old.

"Keep up Boobolah, you'll get lost out here! We have to wait while your father goes to the hardware store while the sale is on." I barely hear or notice my mother over all the noise of all the people in the newly opened South Park mall. There's so many cool things here! I gaze around in awe at the colourful stalls, the toy stores, the food court and the insane crowds of people as mom drags me along to shop after shop to buy stuff for our new home. It had been my first trip to somewhere like this in my life and I was loving it!

"Toy store! Toy store!" I cry out defiantly as my mother moves onto yet another boring shop. "Later, sweetie" she soothes "I need to pick up some lamps and doilies for our bedroom." "But-" I begin in protest. "No Kyle, now be a good boy or we wont go there at all" she shut me down, I sulk in protest.

The temptation proved to be too much for me to handle as I saw a group of kids my age run into the store. Itching to join them, I waited till my mom's back was turned then darted off in amongst the crowd and into heaven.

My mom had never let me into a place like this on my own before but I didn't care I was having too much fun with all the demo toys and the free samples left out for kids so that they would hang out of their parents begging them to buy a proper one. I noticed a boy on one end of the toy store, pulling desperately at a larger-than-life statue of the newest megaman and calling to his mother. His voice was muffled by the bright orange parka hoodie as the statue he was tugging swayed back and forth ominously.

"But moooom! The-megaman-red-white-and-blue-edition-action-figure-is-on-sale-and-it's-a-limited-edition-model-only-available-for-the-fourth-of-July-holiday-and-I've-gotta-get-one-before-my-friends-so-they'll-think-I'm-cooooooool!" Came a long whine from a rather plump looking boy dressed in crips brown pants and a bright red jacket. A voice, little did I know, that I would become horribly familiar with over time.

"Butters if you ask for one more toy, you're grounded, mister! A stern looking man roared at his son who looked down at his feet, twiddling his thumbs. "Oh... Alright then..." he replied quietly.

I left the store with a free toy that they were handing out inside, I was so preoccupied with it that I had no idea where I was going and I barely noticed the large crash and the screams of "Oh my God! Kenny!" That fat kid from the store bumped into me hard, knocking the plastic hero out of my hands before promptly picking it up, sneering at me, then walking off briskly to catch up with his mother.

"Hey!" I shouted. "Give that back!" He turned his nose up at me, ignoring me and proceeded to play with my toy as I tried in vain to push past the crowds of people. I felt my face go red as tears welled up behind my eyes. I don't know who that kid is but he's a fucking fat asshole and I hate his guts!

I wiped my eyes as I looked up before I realised my situation, I couldn't find my mom. I began to walk briskly, bumping into people and struggling to make my way through the monstrous crowds of grown-ups towering over me like a moving, bustling forest. Panic quickly set in, tears rolled more frequently down my cheeks and I found it hard to breathe. I began to feel dizzy and white spots appeared in my eyes as more and more people swamped me, completely ignorant of my cries for "mommy!".

I half sat-half fainted in a relatively empty spot in between the sausage & cheese cart and the orange soda stall and was bawling my eyes out when I heard it. It was soft voice, almost a whisper, yet it was clearly audible through the din.

"Don't cry."

I looked up, the tears in my eyes turning the mall into a kaleidoscope of colours. The small figure infront of me handed me a warm hankerchief and I wiped the tears away so I could see again.

The sunlight cast an eerie, almost heavenly glow over the small boys smiling face as he held out his hand to help me up off the floor, his other holding onto a brand new wooly hat by its poofball.

It's amazing the way that even ten years later, he is still able to make me feel as safe as I felt that day in the mall. I smile back at him.