Kyle whimpered at the abrupt detachment, confused as ever.

Someone had just ripped Eric away from him, thus ending their kissing frenzy.

He cursed himself for forgetting to lock the door behind them, upon entering the room.

In his dazed state, he couldn't make out who the intruder was.

However, once he saw his boyfriend on the floor, with a pirate sitting on top of him, punching his face, he immediately recognized him.

"Stan, just what the hell are you doing?" Kyle shouted with terror in his eyes.

His first instinct was to put his shirt back on; following that he rushed to where the two of them were.

He was impressed that someone of his size had been able to push Eric down.

"What the fuck, dude?" Eric yelled, trying to shield his face from the blows with his arms, losing his wig in the process.

The look Stan had on his face was genuinely terrifying and it was probably enhanced by his heavy makeup; he was really, really angry.

"You little bastard! This will teach you not to abuse innocent people!"He said, breaking character. His voice echoed through the empty classroom, as he furiously continued hitting the guy under him.

"Abuse? Stan, stop, please! What we were doing was consensual, I swear to you!" Kyle tried to reason with his friend, but those words didn't seem to work.

He eventually grabbed Stan by his shoulder, knowing that he could have been hit by mistake.

Realizing that it could happen, Stan finally let go of Eric.

He got up and put himself in front of his best friend, protecting him from the guy he had just beaten up, preventing him from helping him get back to his feet.

"What is your problem, man?" Eric barked while wiping blood off his mouth.
"Oh, my problem is that you were all up on my best friend, trying to deflower him on a desk. You know, same old, same old." Stan responded with a hint of sarcasm.
"Don't be ridiculous, Stan! Let me through!" Kyle begged from behind him, but to no avail.
His friend had blocked his way and wasn't going to move.
"You are fucking crazy, Marsh! You just be thankful that my boyfriend is behind you, or I would have freaking killed you!" Eric shouted.

"Yeah, boyfriend." Stan said, while laughing. "Your quick shag maybe? I know who you are, Cartman. You're one of those people who find excuses to be dickheads, who enjoy seeing others suffer... And, most of all, you don't give a shit about anyone but yourself! Kyle is nothing but a body to you. You want to use him for personal gain. Why, of all people, did you have to choose him? Kyle deserves better than that, he has values that you will never have, and I won't let you ruin his life like this!" When he was done talking, everyone in the room looked completely shocked.

No one was able to say anything, especially Eric, who looked like he had been told a terrible secret.

Kyle froze. His best friend's words had impacted him.

He had always been very protective when it came to him, but he had never done anything like that.

He didn't understand Eric, it was obvious; try as he might, he didn't know what it felt like to be fat shamed every day, to live a life without a father and to be scared of coming out of the closet.

What made Eric such a bad boy was pain, he was simply misunderstood.

Kyle knew it, and he wanted to make sure he would make things better for his boyfriend.

In his mind, they needed each other to be happy, to be complete.

Stan had never had those feelings for someone before. Sure, he had been with Wendy for longer than Kyle could remember, but their relationship had turned out to be more of an aesthetic thing, a way to ascend to popularity in High School, as the girl in the couple was a cheerleader.

So, there was no way he could ever grasp the meaning of a real relationship, in which two people literally belonged together.

Tired of being forced to stand behind Stan, Kyle used all his strength to push him away from him and run towards Eric, who was still speechless.

Kyle thought his silence meant he had been deeply hurt by those words.

"You said you would support this."Kyle said in anger. "But, apparently, you're too far up your ass to do so. Just because your relationship turned to shit, it doesn't mean mine will. Yes, Eric might be intimidating, but it doesn't give you the right to assault him. What you did doesn't make sense, and, frankly, I find it inappropriate that you would burst into a room where two people are about to be intimate!"

Kyle hated that his skin was so light, because it didn't take much to became crimson red, whenever he would experience strong feelings like anger.

Stan's overprotectiveness had definitely crossed a line, this time.

It was obvious that he didn't trust his best friend to be in a healthy relationship. That, or he was envious that Kyle was finally happy.

But still, violence was never the answer.

Kyle was extremely disappointed in his best friend, someone he had always looked up to, even in those times when he wasn't there for him.

"Kyle, I am surprised at you, really. My best friend would know better than to lose his virginity with someone he met like a month before in a classroom of a shitty school." Stan snapped back.

That said, the boy made his way to the door, with the intention of leaving.

" And I'm disgusted that my best friend is such a judgmental prick! You either feel sorry for your own romantic failure, so that you go ruining other people's happiness in order to feel better, or you're just homophobic." Kyle shouted at him from the distance, his voice breaking a little.

"You're so obsessed with that guy that you can't even see that what I did was help you. You should thank me, if anything. Do be with him, see how much I care. But don't come crying to me when he crushes your heart so much that there will be nothing left of it." Stan spat, without turning his head to face Kyle.

"I'll do no such thing, because that won't happen, you hear me?" Kyle yelled.

Stan slammed the door shut, in response.

Kyle's night was officially ruined. It had started with a lot of excitement and great expectations, only to tumble down at his feet in the end, leaving him with a sour taste in his mouth.

It had all been Stan's fault, who'd had nothing better to do than to be a complete asshole.

Why couldn't he just accept that he was OK without him, for once?

He always had to ruin everything, just like when he had set him up on a date with Bebe.

He needed to be in control of everyone's lives, or else he wouldn't have it.

Kyle thought that he had been wrong about Stan and Wendy's relationship, they were one and the same.

Two people obsessed with themselves, ready to cross anyone who stood in their path of dominance.

His night could have been saved, though, because he was going to spend it at Eric's.

Eric, however, didn't seem like he was in the best of moods.

Throughout their walk back to his house, he didn't say a word, which increased Kyle's level of stress to an extent.

He didn't know how to react in situations like this, what could he do to make his boyfriend feel better?

He was afraid that, if he had tried to get him to talk, then it would have backfired, leading to a much more awful night.

So, he chose not to do anything.

When they got home, Eric went straight to the bathroom and locked himself there.

Sighing, Kyle walked into Eric's room, trying not to make too much noise.
It was going to be their first time sleeping in the same bed and Kyle had imagined it quite differently.
He thought it would have been filled with love and, maybe, sex, but, if that was the direction their night had taken, none of it was going to happen.
Kyle got of his Harry Potter costume and left it on Eric's desk chair. After he put his glasses down on a cupboard, he put on his pajamas and slithered into the bed.
Eric's bed was very comfortable, he had to say.
The mattress was very welcoming, at the very least, but it was too big for only one person.
While waiting, he looked around the bedroom.
Right behind him, there was a brownish banner saying "Cartman", which he had noticed before, but had never really studied in depth. It was silly for someone to have a banner saying their name, according to him.
He really didn't like that thing on the wall. It was also in contrast with the color of the walls, a hideous purple.
Eric didn't have a good taste when it came to room decor.
Then there was his computer, a very nice looking laptop, but, unfortunately, it was broken and Eric couldn't fix it because he didn't have the money.
About what felt like forever, although it was probably half an hour later, Eric finally came into the room, still in his Slytherin robe, but his wig was off.
Upon seeing him, Kyle propped on his elbow.
Eric's face still looked sad, but, at the same time, it was filled with glacial coldness.
"He likes you." Was all he said, after a few minutes of silence.
"What?" Kyle asked, confused.
"Marsh, he likes you. He wants you. I can see that, it's so obvious." Eric said dryly.
"Stan? Oh, no he doesn't! He acted like that because he's a douchebag sometimes, but he doesn't like me, he's straight."
"There is nothing straight about him, maybe only his hair. He's so jealous of our relationship because he wishes he could be me. I see the way he looks at you, the obsession he has with protecting you. I'm telling you, he wants to ruin everything for us because he wants to be with you."
Eric said while changing into his sleeping clothes.
Kyle didn't have a reaction to his boyfriend being shirtless for a bit, because he could only think of what he had just said.
Stan... and the chance that he might like him.
Thinking about it, he noticed that a few things about his friend were... weird, to say the least.
First thing being the protectiveness, which had always proven itself to be somewhat extreme.

Then, all the jealousy and the fact he had pulled them away abruptly...

That wasn't just being worried.

Kyle would have never done such a thing if he had ever seen Stan and Wendy going at it in a classroom, no matter how much he hated her.

He thought that, maybe, it would have been best to cut Stan off completely, keep him away from them for a while.

He didn't have feelings for him, after all, he was with Eric.

It was painful, though. The realization that Stan had liked him for all those years and had probably tried to avoid thinking about him by dating Wendy...

He didn't know how to react to it, he felt slightly betrayed by it.

Mostly because Stan had whined so much about him disclosing his homosexuality to him, when he had done the same thing, basically.

There was no trust left in him.

"I think you might be right, babe. I just can't believe it. I'm telling you, I think I might break the friendship with him. I don't want to risk losing you over him. He was never a good friend to me, anyway - at least in the last few years."

The night didn't end so sourly, after all, as the boys ended up cuddling and falling asleep in each other's arms.

There was nothing sexual about it, for they were both too shaken to go back in the mood.