Still no closer to figuring it out my title riddle-diddly? Well, it's an activity that two otherwise inclined members of the male sex perform in the boudoir. That's the biggest and last hint I'ma give you. This is a soppy, sad and shocking chapter, hope you enjoy, next three chapters won't be up tomorrow but they will be up the day after. I want to see you suffer due to this cliff from which you will be hanging at the end of this chapter. It get's better after this. PM and review, let me know what you think of it.

3:00 PM

Stan and Kyle were in horrible spirits for the whole day. They dragged themselves from class to class, speaking to no-one, doing fuck-all.

They passed the new couple in the halls a few times.

No words were exchanged.

In an event that made them question their sanity, they had to go home with that same couple.

Joey and Thomas walked ahead of them, ignoring their disproving gazes.

Stan and Kyle started to think about Joey. Maybe, Stan thought, if Joey's adopted, I could be too.

Kyle had a similar thought but in his mood, he was going to pay no attention to it. Joey and Thomas were talking rather loudly, as if to annoy Stan and Kyle.

"Stan, they are REALLY pissing me off now."

"I know, they're pissing me off too. Let's just get home, sit on the couch and watch Terrance & Philip."

As they neared the door, Joey didn't even let go of Thomas's hand to grab his keys. He fumbled through his multitude of keys and eventually found the house key.

He shoved it in the door and twisted it right then left.

He could never remember which way it opened.

He pushed it open and before he could move out the way, Stan and Kyle pushed past him, dropping their bags, kicking off their shoes and jumping on to the couch.

"Be careful, guys. You could hurt yourselves." Joey said, sounding honest enough.

"Uh, Joey, can I use your bathroom?"

"Yeah, sure. First room on the right."

"Thanks." Thomas ran off upstairs, gripping the front of his pants.

Joey walked up to the couch and leant on the arm rest to avoid close proximity to Stan and Kyle.

"So, what do you think?" Stan and Kyle ignored him, keeping their eyes trained on the TV.

"Look, I know you're upset. Just tell me why."

Kyle sat up and took a deep breath.

"Okay, I'll tell you why. All our lives, we've thought you were our real, straight brother. We thought we'd be guiding you through life, helping you with anything you wanted help with. But now you know you're adopted, you're probably gonna forget us on your first day of high school. You're just gonna be walking past us in the halls, not even acknowledging our excistence."

"Guys, I promise I won't do that. You may not be my real brothers but that doesn't mean I'm gonna forget you. No matter how old I am, no matter where I am, no matter what happens with me and Thomas, I will NEVER forget the things you've done for me. Kyle, you taught me to walk. That's something I'll never forget. Stan, you taught me to speak. Those are both amazing things that I use every day that YOU taught me. Everytime I talk, yell, shout, scream, walk, jog, run or sprint, I'm gonna think of you."

"It's... it's awesome to know that, Joey." Kyle said, sounding a little choked up with a smile on his face.

Joey turned around when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs, along with a relieved sounding sigh.

"Hey, Tom." Thomas hopped onto the couch and leant back, staring at the TV and signalling to Joey to sit next to him.

Joey sat down and shuffled up to him, allowing Thomas to stretch his arm around his small shoulders, pulling him in for a hug.

Stan and Kyle smiled at each other, both realising this is what Joey wanted all along and trying to prevent him from having this would be selfish.

4:00 PM

Joey and Thomas fell asleep after just 15 minutes of cuddling.

Stan and Kyle were drifting off as well but Stan kept himself awake by thinking about the possibility of him being adopted.

Suddenly, he felt Kyle's head hit his shoulder.

He was asleep, mouth open, drool poring out.

Stan gently pushed him off, rested his head on a scatter cushion and walked in to the kitchen to check the file cabinet. After a while of rooting through he found Joey's adoption certificate.

He read through it and felt a tear roll down his cheek as he saw the bottom, with "Childs Name" filled out as Joey.

Not even a second name.

He wiped his eyes and continued searching. He was just about to give up looking when he found a second certificate.

He gasped quietly as he read it, heart racing as he saw the lower section.

"Childs or Childrens Name: Stan, Kyle, Robert"

"Holy crap..." He felt his eyes welling up as he read the finer details.

"Related: Stan & Kyle: Full Brothers. Robert: Unrelated. Relatives: Stan & Kyle: Unknown. Robert: Half Brother of Joey. Parents: Unknown. Nationality: Stan & Kyle: American. Robert: British. Place of Birth: Stan & Kyle: South Park. Robert: Oxfordshire. Medical Conditions: Stan & Kyle: None Reported. Robert: Possible Mental Health Conditions Developing. Eye Colour: Stan: Blue. Kyle: Green. Robert: Brown. Hair Colour: Stan: Black. Kyle: Red. Robert: Black."

Stan was sobbing quietly as he finished reading. Kyle was aroused from his slumber by sniffling and rustling paper.

He slowly looked around and saw Joey snuggled into Thomas, fast asleep.

He smiled a little bit and got up to find the source of the sound. He walked into the kitchen and saw Stan, sat on the floor, holding a peice of paper and crying.

"Stan? Why are you crying?" Kyle said, drowsily.

"W-we're... adopted."

Kyle froze to his spot and his mouth dropped open.

"W-w-what do you mean "We're adopted."?"

"I thought if Joey's adopted, we might be too, so I checked the file cabinet and I found this."

He waved the certificate as Kyle moved closer and sat down. Kyle took it out of his hand and read it thoroughly.

"Wait, why does it say Robert? I don't remember him."

"Maybe we should ask Mom."

"Yeah, maybe we should."