Jenny looked at Kyle with great interest, and it kind of made Kyle nervous to continue his sentence. Stan gave him a concerned look, thinking that either Kyle was worried about something, or that he actually didn't remember the story either.

"Kyle...? You didn't forget the story too, right?" Stan looked at Kyle with a smile, and chuckled. Kyle looked at Stan and blushed. He shook his head and looked at both Jenny and Stan.

"No no, I remember it, I just spaced out for a second. Sorry." Stan's sense of concern grew greater. He knew that Kyle wasn't one to space out in the middle of a sentence like that.

"Alright. It began in kindergarten..."

*Flashback*

Kyle was a new kid in South Park Elementary. He came from New Jersey, and even though he didn't have any friends in New Jersey because in Pre-Kindergarten he simply didn't talk to anyone, he was still pretty nervous around everyone, due to the environment being completely different and all. His mother told him sweetly before school started that he would eventually have to make friends, or else he would be alone in school, and he wouldn't have anyone to play with if his mother and father were at work or if they weren't available. Kyle simply didn't know what to do.

It all started in lunch, when the bell rung and Kyle's kindergarten teacher told everyone to go to lunch with a sweet voice. After all, small children need to be cared for, and they can't simply be ignored or be told around like high school kids. Like how Stan and Kyle were now.

The children started to talk between themselves, and Kyle was excluded from all the conversation. He didn't have anyone to talk to, and none of the other children seemed willing to even make eye contact with him. No one, except a particular child in a large brown sweater, one that were too long for his arms.

"You seem like you're all alone. Do you have any friends?" The boy spoke quietly, as if he didn't want to alarm Kyle. He treated him like some sort of frail deer in the wild. However, Kyle didn't really care.

"F-friends? No, I don't. I'm from New Jersey, and I don't know anyone here. Colorado is so different..." Kyle looked down at his feet.

The boy didn't respond, instead he signaled at Kyle to walk with him, since they were still in the classroom. The last kid in the crowd just left. Kyle understood, and they walked to the cafeteria together.

"My name's Stan. Stan Marsh. Yours?" The boy asked nicely. His volume raised a little bit, since he realized that Kyle isn't some sort of mental patient who is extremely sensitive to sound.

"M-my name's Kyle Broflovski. It's nice to meet you Stan!" Kyle gave Stan a big smile, and Stan smiled back.

They both arrived at the cafeteria, in which they got there lunch, and sat at a table together. All was fine and dandy, until another kid who Kyle found intimidating came marching towards them. Stan sighed.

"'EY! Get out of that table! That one's mine!" The kid had a stern voice, but he had a voice only people his age would be intimidated by. Kyle was definitely scared, but Stan simply stood up.

"We got here first. There's a lot of tables around. Why don't you just sit over there, Eric?" Ah, so this child's name was Eric. Eric Cartman, as Kyle would soon learn.

Stan looked back at Kyle. "This guy looks like he's big and all, but he's a real crybaby."

Kyle snickered a bit. "I guess so." He replied, but then Eric looked right at Kyle.

"What'd you say?! I'll beat you up right now!" Eric got ready to have a little tantrum and wave his arms around, but then Stan stopped him.

"Cartman, leave him alone! He's not from here. Your friends are over there, just sit with them." Stan pointed to Cartman's friends, which looked to be around 3 or 4 children, all talking among themselves.

"FINE! I'm sitting here tomorrow, though!" Cartman angrily marched over to his friends. Stan then looked back at Kyle. Kyle was terrified.

"He's not actually gonna beat me up, r-right?" Kyle asked, shaking a bit.

"If he ever tries to, I'll be there to stop him. I promise." Stan held out his pinky finger, and Kyle gave Stan a confused look. Stan chuckled.

"C'mon, it's a pinky promise. Just hold up your pinky with mine." Kyle did as he was told, and they both had their pinky fingers entwined.

"Promise?" Kyle asked again.

"Promise." Stan smiled at him.

*End Flashback*

"I'm pretty sure that's how it went right?" Kyle looked at Stan. Stan was looking directly at Kyle the entire time, but Kyle never noticed. He was too into telling the story.

"How could I forget something like that? I remember it so clearly now. You had a big ass orange jacket, just like my big ass brown sweater. You didn't have a hat covering your hair, though."

Kyle giggled. "Good to know you kept your promise after all these years."

Stan put his arm around Kyle's shoulder again. "Why wouldn't I?" Kyle blushed a deep shade of red.

Jenny started to squeal. "That is the sweetest thing I've ever heard! You guys really make a great package!" The two looked at each other, and chuckled.

"Guess we do." Both of them said.

However, their little reminiscence of kindergarten was cut a bit short when the bell finally rung, and it was time for Spanish. Jenny groaned. She wanted to hear more from Stan and Kyle, since she wanted to have a best friend just like them.

"Well, you guys can tell me more tomorrow I guess. Wait, what lunch do you guys have?" Jenny asked them while they were packing up their first day papers in their backpack.

"We both have lunch 6th period. You?" Stan replied.

Jenny squealed once again. "Ooooh! Me too! I guess I'll see you guys at lunch, then!"

"See ya then." Kyle smiled at her, and so did Stan. Both of them were really in sync, and everyone could tell that, not just Jenny.

Jenny waved goodbye, and Stan and Kyle did the same. They both walked off to their lockers, conveniently placed right next to each other.

"Wow, it's like this school KNOWS we're both super best friends. We have almost everything together. The only thing left is for our Biology and English teachers assigning a project and they say we can work with anyone in any of their classes." Stan chuckled, looking back at everything. Kyle realized Stan was right, and pleaded for his prediction to become true later on in the year.

"We're still walking together home after school, right?" Kyle asked.

"Why wouldn't we?"

"I dunno. Wendy probably might snipe me if we do."

Stan gave Kyle a worried look. "It's not that you don't want to walk with me, right Ky?"

"No no no! Of course I want to walk with you! It's just that Wendy kinda scares me." Stan's worried look washed away.

They were both walking to Spanish, when Stan suddenly grabbed Kyle's hand and pulled him into the Spanish classroom. Kyle didn't even know if this was the correct classroom, since there were multiple Spanish teachers.

"Damn it Stan, what was that for?" Kyle tried to regain his balance after being jolted into a random classroom.

"I saw Wendy. I had to." Stan signaled Kyle to look behind him.

Kyle gasped a little, and looked behind him, as told. He saw a bunch of students, but then the girl in pink caught his eye. She was walking in the other direction, but then she turned around and saw Kyle looking at her through the little window on the classroom door. She flipped Kyle off, turned around, then continued to walk. Kyle sighed heavily.

"Why can't she just get over you?"

"Dude, have you seen these good looks?" Stan pointed at his face and chest. Kyle punched Stan in the shoulder.

"Oww... I was just kidding around..." Stan was rubbing the spot Kyle punched.

Kyle then snapped out of it, and put his hand on Stan's shoulder. Specifically, the one he punched. "Sorry, are you okay?"

"What? Yeah man, I'm fine." Stan snickered. "Good to know you care, though."

"By the way, you don't have to tell me you have good looks. Not to be gay or anything, but I can see why girls fall for you instantly."

"Hey, c'mon. Not instantly. Thanks for the compliment, though. You're not bad yourself. Kinda mind-boggling when you think about how you've never had a girlfriend."

Kyle started to blush. For some reason, he got protective of Stan over the punch he just gave him himself. Kyle realized this, and he started to have thoughts in his head. Thoughts like 'I gave him that punch, so why am I worried?' or 'Stan probably thinks I'm so weird right now...'. Stan waved in front of Kyle's face, but he didn't respond.

"Uh... hello? Earth to Kyle? Spanish is gonna start in a bit, dude. We haven't even chosen our seats yet."

"Huh? Oh, sorry. I was lost in my own little world there."

"Hey, uh, can I actually talk to you about that?" Stan asked Kyle with concern in his voice, as they took their seats. Of course, they were right next to each other.

"About what?"

"You've been spacing out a lot lately. Do you have something you're not telling me in that big head of yours?" Stan turned his head a little, and poked Kyle's forehead.

"What? No, Stan! You know everything about me." Kyle started to get a bit nervous. It was obvious to Stan, since he noticed that a cold sweat went down Kyle's face.

"Dude, you're sweating. C'mon, we're best friends. You can tell me anything!"

"Uh... I don't k-know what you're t-talking about." Kyle started to speak quickly.

"I can tell you're nervous. You're showing all your symptoms. You're sweating AND you're talking really fast." Kyle shot Stan with a cold glare. 'FUCK that he really knows EVERYTHING about me!' Kyle thought.

"Uh... Dude, if you really don't wanna tell me, you know I'm gonna keep bitching at you about it. Just tell me!" Stan pleaded.

"Alright, alright. I'll tell you after school. It should probably be at my house. I don't really want anyone else to hear what I have to say, and no one's gonna be home when we get there."

'Damn it, now I have to wait until the end of school?' Stan thought.

"Alright, fine. I'll ask my mom about going, though. She's always been skeptical about letting me go to your house during the weekdays."

"Just tell her we have a homework assignment we have to work on."

"On the first day?" Stan snickered. Kyle gave himself a face palm. Of course it wouldn't work, no one ever gets homework on the first day of school.

"I'll tell her I need some sort of advice with Wendy. I mean, I'm not lying, right?" Stan gave Kyle a reassuring smile. He didn't want Kyle to think he was stupid, since he does that a lot when Stan points out flaws to any of his plans.

"Alright, fine. Just mention that today's age is different than the Stone Age or whatever age our parents came from." Kyle added. Stan chuckled at his little joke.

The bell rung again, and Spanish would most likely be the worst class for both of the boys. The teacher was a male, and that reminded them of Mr. Garrison, which reminded them of elementary school, which reminded them of hell. No Satan-worshiper critters came to Stan's mind, though.

Spanish flew by. It was just like their other classes. They both guessed that all their teachers would let them "speak among themselves" to make new friends, but Stan and Kyle always found themselves talking to each other. No one commented on their friendship this time, unlike their Algebra class and Jenny. So, they both only had each other in their 3rd class. That was, until they noticed that Kenny and Cartman sat around 2 rows behind them around 30 minutes into their class. They had forgotten that all four of them were together in 3rd and 4th period. Stan and Kyle were both happy, and disgusted. Happy with Kenny, but disgusted with Cartman. However, Kenny and Cartman were whispering to each other, and they both didn't talk to either Stan or Kyle. Kyle noticed they were laughing with each other.

"Wonder what they're laughing about." Kyle started to have more thoughts that made him nervous, like 'What if they heard what just happened with Stan?' or 'They're probably starting a rumor about us dating, although I wish that rumor were true... wait, what?'.

"Don't get so nervous, man. They're probably joking about watching porn together or something. I bet they're planning a circle jerk with the others right now." Stan chuckled. Kyle started to calm down, noticing that he started to sweat again, and started to laugh as well.

'Damn, telling him is gonna be filled with sweat and fast talking...' Kyle thought.

The bell rung, which meant the end of their 3rd period. Everyone got up, including Stan, Kyle, Kenny, and Cartman, and they all walked out of the room. This was when they grouped up and started to talk.

"Hey Cartman, seems like you're gonna do exercise for once in your life." Kenny smirked.

"Ugh, you motherfucker." Cartman shot Kenny a death glare, but Kenny just chuckled.

Kyle never took his eyes off Stan. He was lost in his sapphire-colored eyes.

'Filled with sweat. Probably tears, as well.' Kyle started to feel saddened with his own thoughts. Only time will tell of what could happen.

End of Chapter 4.

Ooooooooooooooh, this is when Kyle starts thinking about coming out! Maybe there will be more than what Kyle bargained for... wait until the next chapters come out and see what I mean! Please leave a review and tell me if I'm getting too boring or slow with the story!