Fourth chapter. I hope you guys like it so far. Please review, and leave some suggestions while you're at it. I'm struggling to find new ideas. I'm just writing it as I go. Comments r helpful. Thanks.

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"So what happens now, Stan?" Kyle whispered. The two sat on Kyle's bed, cross legged, with the lights turned off, just staring into each other's eyes. The bright clock's green letters read eleven forty -seven.

"Uh…" Stan started, but was cut off by the sound of the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs.

"SHIT!" Kyle hissed. "My parents are home!" he dove under the covers and hid.

"Where the hell do I go?!" Stan panicked.

"Uh…" Kyle grabbed his arm and pulled him under the covers and bent his legs. "Just stay there…she'll just think it's my legs."

"Fine," Stan smirked and curled up into a ball.

"Kyle?" Sheila whispered, opening the door.

Kyle turned over groggily and sat up, pretending he had just awoken. "Hmmm…mom?"

"Hi, buhbi," Sheila walked over. "Sorry we were out so late. Ike had a little orchestra thing upstate that was mandatory. Did you study at Stan's house like you said?"

"Yeah- mmph!" Kyle closed his mouth and froze as Stan scratched the soles of his feet, knowing how unbearably ticklish he was. "Mmph," he screwed his eyes shut and his face turned red.

"Kyle? You ok?" Sheila asked.

"Mhmm," Kyle nodded, eyes still closed. "J-just tired. N-Night, mom!"

"Alright, buhbi. Night." She gave him a kiss and walked out, shutting the door. About thirty seconds after she left, Kyle threw off the blankets and glared at Stan, who's hand was clamped over his mouth to muffle his laughter.

"You're soooo ticklish!" Stan chuckled.

"Retard! She could've caught you," Kyle shoved him to the floor.

"Oomph!" Stan landed on the floor with a thud. "Asshole," he muttered into the carpet, face down. Kyle laughed. Stan reached out and grabbed the edge of the mattress, pulling himself up into a kneeling position on Kyle's mattress. He stared at Kyle longingly.

"What's wrong?" Kyle asked, tilting his head.

"Kyle," Stan sighed, taking Kyle's hands in his own.

"What, are you gonna propose to me or something?" Kyle smirked.

Stan smirked back. "Not exactly." His expression turned serious. "Kyle, I'm not going to tell you some long ass poem about how gorgeous and perfect you are, 'cause one, I'm only sixteen- I don't know poetry for shit, and two, I'm sure you already know how gorgeous and perfect you are," Kyle smiled. "But I'll tell you plain and simple. I love you so much, Kyle. You're my soul mate, alright? My perfect fit. I couldn't have asked for someone as perfect for me as you. So just get that through your thick skull."

Kyle laughed and knocked his knuckles on Stan's head. "You sure have a way with words, don't you?"

Stan smiled patiently.

"I love you too, Stan." Kyle answered Stan's unspoken question. "Sometimes you're just too cute."

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Hmm, Stan thought as he sat in Biology. First day with a boyfriend. This should be exciting. Stan turned his head to look at his favorite boy. The redhead was bent over his notebook, scrawling down the notes furiously. His auburn curls hung in his face, his bright green eyes peeking through them. They shifted and locked eyes with blue ones and he looked up, then ripped out a piece of paper, wrote something and passed it to him. Stan raised an eyebrow and unfolded it.

What're you looking at?

Stan smirked, writing and passing it back.

Just admiring how cute you look when you're so serious.

Kyle smiled.

Hah, thanks. But stop calling me cute n stuff. I'm NOT the girl here!!

Yeah, a little, dude.

Oh, shuddup.

Stan looked around the room for a second, looking at the students and then landed on Bebe Stevens. The busty blonde was leaning back in her seat, twirling her golden curls. She really was pretty; she had grown out her blonde, curly hair down to her waist, and her chocolate brown eyes were still kind and sweet. It was just that she had turned into such a slut, Stan didn't find her appealing anymore. She had sex with anything on two legs! Or with ANY legs, for that matter, Stan thought. The girl reminded him of Kenny, back when they were younger.

Stan's eyebrows shot up and he smirked, writing a new note.

Stan smiled and was about to pass the note when Mrs. Epstein spun around, stopping her writing on the board.

"Mr. Marsh!" the nazal voice of the bronze haired woman reached his ears and he looked up. "Is there something you'd like to share with the class?"

He frowned. "Not really."

"Come read your note."

"But I-"

"Mr. Marsh! RIGHT. NOW."

"Alright, fine," he shrugged and walked up to the front of the room, clearing his throat. "Dear Kyle. You've got such a great ass. I could sleep for days on those perk cheeks, lemme tell you. I'd like to live with you and wear your ass as a hat for all eternity."

The class burst out laughing as Mrs. Epstein gaped. Now that they were older, they knew these sort of jokes were harmless. Stan and Kyle joined in the class's laughter, but Bebe sunk down in her seat, her cheeks red.

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"You're so mean, Stan," Kyle laughed as they sat against near Stark's Pond. It was starting to get dark; the stars were out and the crickets were chirping.

"And why is that?"

"You totally embarrassed Bebe today!" Kyle giggled.

"Aw, come on, you know her face was funny," Stan smiled as Kyle laughed.

Kyle stared back. "Why are you staring at me?"

Stan's grin widened and he scooted closer, wrapping his arms around Kyle and squeezing. "It's just that…you're so cute sometimes…I love you so much, dude…you have the cutest little laugh."

Kyle smiled and buried his face into the crook of Stan's neck. "Thanks. Love you too…"

Stan sighed contently, smiling as Kyle leaned back into his arm. Stan wrapped his right arm around Kyle, pulling him close and causing Kyle's unshaka to slip. Kyle looked up and pulled it into place; Stan gazed at him with loving eyes. He kissed the top of his head, but Kyle twisted and their lips met.

"Oh my God! Kyle!" a familiar accented voice shrieked; they spun around.

"Mrs. Broflovski!" Stan yelped, unwrapping his arm from Kyle's shoulder and scrambling up. "Oh my God!"

"Mom!" Kyle felt his stomach drop as he stood up slowly. "Uhm…it's not what you…think…?"

"Kyle Broflovski!" She growled through her teeth, reaching out and grabbing Kyle's wrist and pulling him away. Even though Kyle could easily break away, he let her lead him away, twisting his head to look at Stan with wide green eyes. Stan stared back, gaping, blue eyes as big as dinner plates. "Young man, you are NOT gay! I won't let you be! You're not seeing that boy anymore!"