A/N:Okay, I so totally don't feel like doing this. But I will because you guys are really fucking awesome and I love you guys so much. Oh my god I just want to get this over with. O.O

Well, here you go. I really hope you like it. (THEY MAKE OUT!)

Oops, did I just give it away? Damn me! ;)

Enjoy!

Stan opened the doors to the library and scanned over the room to try to find Clyde. He was sitting at the table in the back, his eyes were locked on something. Stan turned his head slightly to see what Clyde was so focused on. Of course, he was staring at Kyle.

I wish he'd stop butting into the situation; this has nothing that concerns him.

Stan studied Kyle... his hands were tangled in his hair and his elbows were on either side on the book he was reading. He looked as if he were asleep.

Stan walked over to Clyde and sat next to him.

"Hello." Clyde greeted, not taking his eyes off of Kyle.

"Hi…" Stan replied.

"How was your morning?"

"Uh… Good?" Stan answered, wondering how Clyde expected him to answer his question.

The tardy bell rang and Mr. Garrison walked from the back of the room to the front to silently take roll.

"Really? How good?" Clyde questioned further.

"Very good?" Stan answered, still confused.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes…"

Clyde didn't say anything else, so Stan started to unpack their supplies to finish the poster.

"How was your morning?" Stan asked, trying to sound as intimidating as Clyde did.

"Interesting." Clyde replied.

"Really? How interesting?" Stan said, quoting Clyde.

"Well, it was more meaningful than yours."

Stan didn't know what he meant by that, so he just didn't say anything.

Mr. Garrison looked up from the computer, "You all know what to do, don't just sit there! Go research on the computers! It's Wednesday and all of this is due Friday!"

The class moaned and Stan started to work on the poster. Stan finished the essay on Abraham Lincoln and Clyde finished the essay on gravity. They were almost finished with their posters; they would diffidently be finished by today.

Stan shuffled through his books to get out his history textbook… which he left at home.

"Shit." Stan muttered.

"What?" Clyde asked.

"I left my history book at home, do you have yours?"

Clyde shook his head, "No, but you can go on the computers."

Stan looked towards the computer section to see that they're all taken up.

"Never mind… Um, Kyle always has his." Clyde suggested.

Stan gave Clyde a scowl and Clyde smirked in response.

"Whatever." Stan muttered as he got up and walked towards Wendy and Kyle's table.

Stan started to walk up behind them, too nervous to even talk to Kyle.

"So, I'll just come over tomorrow after school so we can edi-" Wendy stopped and looked up at Stan.

"Oh. Hey, Stan." Wendy greeted.

"Um, Hi." Stan replied.

Kyle and Wendy stared at Stan, wondering why he was just standing there.

"Kyle, do you have your history textbook? I left mine at home." Stan said after he remembered why he walked there in the first place.

"Uhh, yeah." Kyle said, shuffling through his book. He pulled out his history textbook and handed it to Stan. "Here you go."

Stan grabbed it and put it under his arm, "Thanks."

Kyle smiled, "Welcome."

Stan realized he didn't smile when he said thanks, so he smiled back at him that time and then turned back towards his own table.

Clyde watched him walk all the way to their table and continued to stare as he sat down and flipped through the text book.

"What?" Stan asked after a while of awkwardness.

"Why didn't you ask Wendy for her textbook?"

Stan didn't know how to answer this.

I didn't even think of that…

"You over examine things." Stan stated and went back to flipping through Kyle's textbook.

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Stan was glad it was lunch as he walked out of the gym and towards his locker; he wasn't all that hungry but he wanted to see Kyle. He opened his locker door and shoved his books into the little space available. He made a mental note to remember to give Kyle back his textbook during science class.

He closed his locker door to find Cartman standing behind it. He was surprised he didn't notice him before; Cartman's too big to hide behind a locker door.

"What do you want, Cartman?" Stan asked, a bit annoyed.

"What happen between you and Kyle yesterday?" Cartman questioned, he folded his arms and glared at Stan.

"What?" Stan asked. He doubts Kyle would go run and tell Cartman about his problems, so how would Cartman even know about any of this?

"I ran into Kyle yesterday, he was walking aimlessly around town with this dead look on his face when he should have been at your place."

Stan didn't say anything for a moment, he didn't realize that what happen yesterday affected Kyle so much…

"Oh, so you stalk him now?" Stan asked, raising his eyebrows.

"No, I knew he was going to your house because I seen you both walking home together. You guys don't ever walk home just to do it anymore, it always when you guys are hanging out." Cartman pointed out.

This is true…

"Did he say anything?" Stan asked.

"No. You know he doesn't trust me. But he did look like he was about to break down and cry."

Stan looked at the ground.

"What happen with you two yesterday?" Cartman asked again.

"Cartman, just trust me when I say that it has nothing to do with you and it wouldn't help anyone if you knew, okay?" Stan said, hoping Cartman would understand for once.

"Okay, I understand, dude. If you need someone to talk to, though, I'm always ready to listen." Cartman assured with a smile.

"Okay, dude." Stan said, giving Cartman a smile back.

Cartman turned around and walked away towards Red.

"Wait, what?" Stan muttered when he actually thought about what Cartman just said.

Did he just say he understands? Whoa, wait. He's always there to listen? Uh, That's not out of character at all…

Stan shook his head and started walking towards the cafeteria.

I didn't know Kyle was so distraught by what happen yesterday… I didn't mean to make him feel bad, I mean… ugh. I don't know what to do anymore.

Stan didn't go to the cafeteria, instead he went into the boy's bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror. He didn't like the fact that he cried in front of Kyle. He didn't like the fact that he was selfish enough to ask Kyle to leave. He didn't like the fact that Kyle was emotional enough about it that he walked around town just too think. He didn't like anything to do with this situation, really.

Stan rested his back against the wall and suddenly remembered that this is where him and Kyle and their first kiss. The memory of that day came rushing back.

He heard a door open and he looked up to see Kenny walking out of a stall and towards a sink.

"Hey, dude." Kenny greeted.

"Hey."

"So, what's up with you and Kyle?" Kenny casually asked.

"What? Not you, too!"

"Why? Who else asked?" Kenny wondered aloud as he washed his hands

"Cartman."

"How'd he know?"

"I don't know, how'd you know?"

Kenny shrugged, "It's obvious."

"That's pretty much what Cartman said." Stan pointed out.

"Wow, Cartman actually notices other people's feelings. It seems that Cartman isn't as self centered as we thought." Kenny said with a humorous smirk on his face.

"Doubt that." Stan muttered.

Kenny flicked his wrist and sent water flying everywhere, but Stan didn't care.

"But seriously, Stan. What's up with you and Kyle?" He looked at Stan as he wiped the rest of the water on his hoodie.

"It's nothing important." Stan wanted to get away from that question as soon as possible.

"It seems pretty important to Kyle."

Stan sighed, "Just... I'm working on it, okay?"

"Okay, Stan. Do it your way."

Stan didn't reply, he just walked out of the bathroom and into the hallway, trying to think of a place where he can be alone. He decided on a place, opened the school's double doors, and started to walk to Stark's Pond.

He wanted to be alone.

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Stan played with his pencil while he waited for Clyde to get to class. Luckily, they get to have class in the Library again and they'll have class there tomorrow too. They finished everything already, but it's nice to just sit around and talk.

"Where were you during lunch?"

Stan whipped his head around. He expected Clyde, but Kyle was standing behind him holding his books closely to his chest.

"What?" Stan asked.

"Where were you during lunch?" Kyle repeated.

"Oh, I just went to Stark's Pond." Stan answered.

"Why?" Kyle asked, Stan noticed a blank look on his face.

"Because I needed time alone." Stan said, honestly.

Kyle didn't say anything, he just stared at Stan. Then, he seemed to made a decision. He walked past Stan and pulled out the chair across from him, setting his books on the table. Stan watched as he sat himself down and searched his binder for a pencil.

"Hey, guys." Clyde greeted as he sat down next to Stan.

"Hey." Kyle greeted, with a smile.

Stan didn't say anything. He just looked at Kyle.

What is he doing sitting here? Doesn't he know that's going to be so utterly awkward!

"Hey, you guys! I guess we're sitting together today." Wendy sat her things down and plopped herself in the seat as the tardy bell rang.

Cue awkwardness…

"Mhmm." Kyle replied.

Now.

No one said anything. At all. Clyde was reading a book that he didn't seem the bit interested in. Stan caught him looking at him and Kyle; he didn't seem to care because he went back to his book not looking the least embarrassed. Kyle was doodling in his note book, pressing his lips together in concentration. Stan kept staring at Kyle. He's orange curls fell in front of his face and his hand moved swiftly across the page. He looked... perfect.

Stan looked over at Wendy to see what she was doing, but she was doing exactly what he was. Staring at him staring at Kyle.

"So, Stan. Kyle and I are pretty much finished with the project, we just have to edit the power point, which we can't do here… What about you guys?" Wendy asked, trying to start a conversation.

Kyle and Clyde both looked up in curiosity.

"Yeah, we're completely finished." Stan answered.

"Well, that's good. Do you think we could do something today after school?" Wendy suggested with a smile.

Both Kyle and Clyde looked at Stan.

"Uh… Sure…"

Kyle and Clyde switch their view to Wendy.

"Okay, awesome. I know my parent's Netflix account information, so we can go to your place and watch a movie or something." Wendy squeaked.

They turned their heads to Stan.

"Uh… Yeah. Sounds awesome." Stan said, looking down to avoid eye contact with Kyle.

Stan looked up when he noticed Kyle and Clyde were making faces at each other.

Kyle gave Clyde a 'I told you so' look. Clyde shot back some kind of 'I don't know what the fuck just happened' look. Kyle rolled his eyes and caught Stan staring. He immediately went back to his drawing without saying a word.

Why does he have to be like that?

Stan suddenly remembered Kyle's history textbook and he grabbed it from the bottom of his pile of books.

Stan handed Kyle the text book, "Hey, Kyle. Here's your textbook. Thanks for letting my borrow it."

Kyle took the book in his hands, "No problem, man."

Kyle set the textbook next to the rest of his things and went back to his notebook.

Seriously?

Stan opened up his novel he needed to read for English and started to read chapter one.

He felt someone's foot brush up against his leg. He automatically looked up at Kyle, who was still drawing in his notebook. Stan felt it again and he made a face a Kyle.

Why is he doing that in front of Wendy?

Kyle gave him a weird look and Stan felt it again, this time he turned his head to Wendy, who was playing with her hair. She gave him a flirty wink. Stan gave her a weak smile. He was half relived and half disappointed to find that it was Kyle flirting with him…

Out the corner of his eye he noticed Kyle giving Wendy a dirty look, but Wendy was too busy brushing her hair with her fingers to notice.

Well... let's see how this works out…

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Stan was shoving his books into his book sack when he noticed Wendy sprinting towards him. He closed him locker door and she stopped in front of him.

"Hey, baby!" She greeted.

"Hey…"

Wendy gave him a big hug and he wrapped his arms around her, in return. She grabbed his hand and started leading him out the school.

They walked out the school doors and made a right, towards Stan's place.

"We haven't hung out in a while." Wendy pointed out.

"That because last weekend you demanded that me and Kyle hang out…" Stan said, in defense.

"That's because after that party last month you refused to even look at him."

Stan half laughed, "Yeah, well. What was I going to do? Pretend it never happened and go on living our lives as 'Super Best Friends'?"

"That's exactly what you should of done." Wendy demanded.

"You just don't understand what's going on." Stan pointed out.

Wendy stopped walking. Stan turned to see her staring at him with this look in her eyes that he, for the life of him, couldn't describe. The best word he could come up with was 'disappointed'.

"I know more than you'd ever think I know, Stan Marsh." Wendy stated.

She held his eyes for a moment longer, then went on walking like nothing happen.

Stan jogged to catch up with her, "What did you just say?"

"Nothing, Stan. Let's just go watch a movie." Wendy said, trying to brush off the question.

She couldn't possibly know that I have feelings for Kyle… It's impossible…

They turned down Stan's drive way and Stan opened the door with his keys. He turned the living room light on and set his book sack next to the door. Wendy went straight for the couch and grabbed Stan's laptop from the coffee table. She opened up Google Chrome and started searching for Netflix as Stan sat down next to her.

"Okay… Um… You wanna watch 'The Shrine'?" Asked Wendy.

"Uh, sure."

Wendy gave him a smile and hit play. She sat the lap top on the coffee table and pressed full screen. She grabbed the blanket from behind her, rested against Stan's shoulder, and wrapped the blanket around both of them. Stan wasn't quite sure what to do so he put his arm around her and she scooted closer to him. It didn't feel right, Stan thought.

The movie was about some dude that never came back from some trip and some journalist or whatever went searching for him and they went into some weird fog were one of them saw a statue of some weird creature and now the citizens of the weird town kidnapped them and are going to mummify them, or something. Stan didn't really know what the fuck was going on in that movie.

Stan felt Wendy push herself up. She sat up, still facing Stan, and leaned in for a kiss. Stan didn't lean towards her, her just... kinda let her do all the work, as you might put it. She rested her hands on Stan's chest and slid them to his neck and pressed her lips on his.

Eeeeeehhhhhhhhhhhhh...

Wendy pulled away and looked deeply into Stan's eyes.

"I love you." She breathed.

Stan didn't say anything, he didn't know what to do. Luckily his cell phone started ringing.

"Oh shit, one second." Stan said, searching for his phone in his back pocket.

He saw the name 'Mom' and answered.

Wendy paused the movie, even though they weren't even watching it, and laid her head on his chest.

"Hello?" He asked.

"Hello, sweetie!" His mom replied.

"Uh, what's up?" He asked. He knew she was calling from where ever they were... They sure were taking their sweet time there, they left a week ago.

"Oh, well, Shelly found a great college here that offers her dream major and we were going help to get her settled."

"Really? Oh, well that's great!" Stan exclaimed. Shelly didn't like any of the colleges in Colorado because they didn't carry the major she wanted (whatever that was). Stan was genially glad to know that she won't be bothering him anymore.

"Yea, we're going to help her get an apartment and then send down all her things from the house when we get back. We just wanted to let you know we're staying another week." His mom informed.

"Okay. Um… did you guys pay the bill before y'all left?" Stan asked, afraid the town would shut off his water and electricity supply.

"Of course, sweetie! Don't worry about that! Do you feel comfortable staying there alone for another week?" Sharon asked, worry in her voice.

"Yea, I'm fine." Stan assured.

"Because I can call up Shelia and ask if you can stay there, you know you're always welcomed at Kyle's house."

"I'm fine, Mom. Really, I am." Stan quickly assured. He diffidently didn't want his mom to do that, it would just start a shit load of drama.

"Well, alright… I love you."

"Love you, too."

"Be safe."

"I will."

"Okay, I love you!"

"I love you too, Mom. Bye."

Sharon laughed at her son's attitude, "Bye."

He hung up and smiled at Wendy.

"What did she want?" Wendy wondered aloud.

"Oh, she was just checking up on me. They're staying there another week."

"Really?"

"Mhmm."

"Well, maybe I could…"She traced a figure eight on Stan's chest, "stay the night one day this weekend…"

Stan's eyes grew wide. Oh, shit.

"Uh… I don't think that would be the smartest thing to do…" Stan reasoned.

Wendy started to climb on top of Stan, "I'll tell my parents I'm sleeping at Bebe's. They'll never suspect." She leaned in for a kiss but Stan quickly moved to the side, leaving Wendy on her knees staring at him with confusion.

"I need to pee…" Stan blurted as he rushed to the bathroom.

He quickly closed the door behind him and stared at himself in the mirror.

"Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit." He muttered, trying to think of a plan.

Wendy wants to have sex. Wendy wants to have sex. Okay, Stan. Okay. Keep calm. Do you want to have sex with her?

"No." he automatically said aloud

"What?" He exclaimed in shock.

Why? Why wouldn't I want to?

Stan knew the answer was obvious, "Kyle…"

He sat down on the toilet in disbelief.

I didn't even want to kiss her… It just didn't feel right…

Stan took off his hat and ran his fingers through his hair.

Okay, Stan. Just tell her you have diarrhea or something.

Stan laughed at himself for even thinking that. But it suddenly turned unfunny and he sighed.

He looked at his watch.

Damn, it's already 5? How fucking long was that movie?

Stan closed his eyes and tried to think, but he hear a knock at the bathroom door.

"Baby, are you okay?" Wendy asked with concern.

"Yeah, I… I just had to pee really, really badly all of a sudden..." Stan answered, knowing that was a lie.

"Okay… Do you want to go out to eat?"

No.

"Yeah, sure…" Stan answered, flushing the toilet to make his lie believable.

"Okay, let's just go to McDonalds, does that sound good?"

"Yeah…" Stan said, pretending to wash his hands.

Stan opened the door and found Wendy on the other side of it, with a great, big smile plastered on her face.

"Well, let's go!" Wendy said, encouraging Stan to move faster.

Stan locked the door behind them and opened the passenger seat door for Wendy.

He started his truck and backed out of the drive way.

"So… um… the Talent Show auditions are coming up…" Wendy started.

"Oh, really?" Stan replied, not very interested.

"Yeah… I thought, since you play the guitar, that you could audition." Wendy suggested.

"Meh, I might. Probably won't, though…" Stan really didn't care to use his talent to win a prize…

"Aw, why not? You have a beautiful voice!" Wendy encouraged.

"Nah, I really don't. Kyle can really sing, though. He has a really powerful voice that's oddly calming." Stan said.

"We weren't talking about Kyle." Wendy stated.

"What?" Stan asked, just now realizing he brought Kyle up when he really shouldn't of.

"We weren't talking about Kyle before you mentioned him." Wendy repeated.

"Oh, well. I don't know, you said something about good singing and it reminded me of Kyle." Stan said, pretending like it wasn't a big deal. Even though it isn't a big deal… it's a big deal to Wendy.

"Why?" She questioned, folding her arms.

"Why what?"

"Why would that remind you of Kyle?" She repeated.

"Because I've heard him sing before…" Stan said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"When?"

"What?" Stan asked, surprised she is still rambling on this topic.

"When did you hear him sing. Kyle doesn't sing around people. Not even you." She pointed out.

"Of course he does, we're Super Best Friends!" Stan said as he got in the drive thru line.

"No. In November you were ranting about how you caught Kyle singing Ike to sleep and you asked him to continue singing but he was too shy."

"What? How do you even remember this stuff?" Stan exclaimed.

"I have a good memory. Now answer the question." Wendy demanded.

"Well, I heard him then." Stan pointed out.

"No." Wendy argued, "You said you only heard it through the door. You said, and I quote, 'So I'll never know what his singing sounds like!'." Wendy stated, staring at the car in front of them.

Stan stared at her. He had enough of her nonsense, "I'm not going to argue with you Wendy. All I said was that Kyle was a good singer and you have to go and make a big deal about it. What does it matter if he sang for me once, I don't see a problem with that."

"Whatever." Wendy said as they pulled up to the menu.

"Okay, what do you want?" Stan asked.

"I'm not hungry." Wendy informed.

Stan huffed and drove forward without saying a word.

Fuck her, I'm dropping her off at her house. I didn't do anything wrong, she can't just treat me like that.

He rode around town in silence until he finally stopped at Wendy's house.

"Get out." Stan demanded.

Wendy looked at him with disgust.

"I hope you brought your school bag." Stan said because if she didn't she wasn't seeing it until tomorrow.

"Well, I did. So you don't have to worry." Wendy said, gathering her things. She got out of the car, slammed the door shut, and rushed off to her front door.

"Crazy bitch." Stan muttered at he drove home.

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Stan shut his locker and started walking down the hall. They had thirty or so more minutes left until class started, so he was going to go hang out with the guys. Sadly, Mr. Mackey had to run into him and ruin his morning plans.

"Oh! Stan! Could you be a dear and go to the band room and get Mrs. Smith's music binder? She won't be here today and she needs to edit some of the sheet music. It's just a black binder with the words "Music" in white on the front cover, M'Kay?"

"M'kay." Stan replied, making fun of Mr. Mackey's voice, though he didn't notice.

"Thank you. Just bring it by the office, she'll pick it up later today, M'kay?"

"M'kay."

Mr. Mackey walked off and Stan giggled at himself for being so bold.

He walked closer to the band room's doors when he heard someone in there… Someone was playing piano. It was very fast paced and sounded beautiful. He gentely pushed the door and peered in to see who it was.

To his surprise, it was Kyle.

Kyle looked up and automatically stopped playing.

"Stan? What are you doing here?" Kyle asked, panic in his voice

"I had to get something for Mrs. Smith… What are you doing here? I didn't know you were in band…" Stan said, shutting the door and walking towards the piano.

"Oh, I'm not. I just play piano and Mrs. Smith let's me practice here before school whenever I want." Kyle informed.

"Oh… I didn't even know you play piano." Stan said, wondering why he never knew after all these years.

"No one does. It's a secret. My parents forced me to take classes when I was six and they won't let me quite." Kyle said, blushing.

"Really? Well… You're really good." Stan said.

Damn, Kyle can sing and play piano? And I'm just now learning all this?

"Thanks…" Kyle said, looking down at the keys.

The stood there, not sure what to do.

"Can I sit next to you?" Stan asked. He didn't know why he'd ask such a weird question, but he did.

"Sure." Kyle scooted over to give Stan room to sit.

Stan sat down and sighed heavily.

"I'm sorry, dude." Stan said.

"What? Why?"

"Because I can't stop thinking about you." Stan admitted.

"What? Why are you sorry about that?" Kyle wondered aloud.

Stan turned his head to look at Kyle, "I don't know, dude…" Stan said with a cocky smile.

Kyle started laughing at Stan's smile but Stan pulled him by his collar into a kiss. He felt Kyle tense up, but then he started to relax and kissed Stan back.

Kyle wrapped his arms around Stan's neck. Stan griped the sides of Kyle's jacket and started to breath heavy in between kisses. Stan's force pushed Kyle back, and Kyle fell off the piano seat onto the floor.

Kyle busted out into laughter but quickly shut up when Stan crawled on top of him and started kissing his jaw line. Stan felt his heart beat racing and he could feel Kyle's too.

Kyle ran his fingers through Stan's hair. Stan's hat fell off but he didn't care. Stan gave Kyle a long, heartfelt kiss after kiss. Their lips moved together with eagerness. Kyle gave off a high-pitched moaned when Stan's hand found its way under Kyle's shirt. Stan looked down at Kyle and smirked. Kyle tilted his head back and laughed. Stan quickly took the opportunity to kiss Kyle's neck, which Kyle gasped in response.

Stan pulled his hands out of Kyle's shirt, he didn't want to go toofar. He rose his head and looked into Kyle's crystal green eyes.

One last kiss…

Stan leaned down to give Kyle a soft, slow kiss. He rose back up and gave Kyle a smile, his hands where on either side of Kyle's vibrant face. Kyle gave Stan a big, toothy grin in return.

"Kyle, I know I've been a dick…" Stan admitted.

"Yeah, you have." Kyle confirmed.

Stan laughed. "Well…" Stan started. He stared into Kyle's eager eyes.

Just confess everything, Stan. Just do it. You know that's what you want. Do it.

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A/N: Oh my god... I love this chapter. Mainly because it shows some drama between Stan and Wendy. Ah, I love you guys! :D

Next Due Date: May 21, 2012 (I have a lot of things going on with School. I have to go to a History Bee (because I'm awesome in History :P), I have my Ballet production, I have my 8th grade graduation (Oh yeah, high school, baby!), I have a big sleepover for my birthday (I turned 14 April 6th, but I always have a party in May), I have two different dances to go to, and I have to get my high school scheduled planed. So yeah, I think I deserve a 3 week break. I'll write A LOT over the summer! Promise!)

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