A/N: So, I'm here, sitting in my bed waiting for a text that will never come (sigh) and writing this story that I really don't feel like writing but I force myself to write it every three weeks. (even though I had to push back the date due to a busy life)

I hope you like it. :D

Stan was on top of Kyle, neither of them even thought of moving; they felt very comfortable the way they were. Kyle looked into Stan's eyes, waiting for him to continue.

"I'm sorry… I've been shitty, I know. I'm just so confused about everything. It's like I don't know what's best for me; I can't keep up with the world." Stan blabbered, staring down at Kyle.

His eyes are so beautiful…

"I just feel like I'm going to break down, y'know?" Stan added.

He wants to be with me… I know it…

"But how would we work out? With this crazy mixed up world, how could you and I possibly be together?" Stan asked.

Wait, what did he just say?

The band room filled up with the sound of a loud, familiar bell and Stan hurried off the floor.

"Shit, we're going to be late for history." Stan mumbled, running his hands through his hair. Stan grabbed his hat off the floor and placed it back on his head.

Kyle sat himself up and tried to take a moment to process what Stan just told him.

"Come on, dude! Don't just sit around! Mr. Garrison is gonna kill us!" Stan exaggerated while he pulled Kyle up from the floor. He started leading him out the band room and down the hall, still holding Kyle's hand. Kyle was too shocked to say anything, so he thought he'd just let Stan figure it out for himself.

He did, eventually, when Token passed by them and stared at them funny. Stan moaned in irritation, loosened his tight grip on Kyle's hand, and pushed his hand away. He didn't look or talk, he just kept speed walking to class with Kyle behind him, trying to keep up.

They got to class right when the tardy bell rang; everyone focused their attention to them. They avoided the awkward stares and sat down in their seats as if it everything was normal.

It's like they know… It's always like they know…

Kyle sighed deeply and tried to shake off the feeling of everyone watching him.

Mr. Garrison walked into the classroom shuffled though the papers in his hands. He stopped when he noticed everyone was quietly sitting in their respective seats and turned his head to his class, "Why aren't you all working on your projects?"

"We're all finished." Bebe answered.

"With both essays and visual projects?" Mr. Garrison questioned with a hint of doubt.

The entire class moaned "Yes" and he nodded, "Well, then you can all talk, just don't get too loud." He walked to his desk and began working on the computer.

Kyle would of turned around to talk to Stan, but he felt that would be too awkward for them after what happened before class. So, he tapped the desk with his fingers, practicing the piece he has to play for his piano recital.

"Yo, Kahl." Someone whispered.

Kyle turned his head left to see Cartman leaning towards him, with his hands cupped over his mouth.

"What?" Kyle asked, annoyed.

"Is everything getting better?" Cartman sympathized.

"Yes, Cartman. Just leave it alone." Kyle groaned, looking to the front of the class, tapping his fingers.

"No, seriously, Khal. Is everything okay, now?" Cartman repeated.

Kyle didn't look at him, he just continued to ignore him and tapped his fingers.

"Well," Cartman added, seeing as Kyle wasn't going to answer, "Stan seemed upset that whatever happened between you two hurt you so much…"

Kyle looked at Cartman with curiosity, but still didn't say anything.

"I just thought you'd like to know that…" Cartman added.

"Erm…. Thanks…" Kyle replied.

Cartman talked to Stan? Oh, God. That's why Stan kissed me today, it was his form of apology for hurting me…

Kyle sighed and turned to look to see what Stan was up to, out of habit. Everyone was already staring at Stan, so no one even noticed the new pair of eyes.

Wendy was standing next to Stan's desk, whispering into his ear. Stan's facial expression was somewhere in-between boredom and aggregation. Wendy had a flirty smile creeping behind her cupped hands and her lips moved swiftly. Stan kept his head down, looking at his hands and ignoring Wendy's boobs pressed against his side. His big, blue eyes looked up at Kyle and then back down, quickly.

Kyle couldn't bear to look any longer so he started to turn back to the front, Kenny caught his eye before he could do so, though. Kenny's eyes switched from Kyle to Stan and back, like yesterday. Kyle couldn't hide his look of desperation, so he blinked at Kenny, trying to seem unemotional about the situation and turned all the way to the front. He grabbed his book and tried to ignore everything and everyone.

The bell rang and Stan darted out the doorway with his books pressed against his chest. Kyle pushed himself out of his desk and gathered his books.

Token stopped in front of Kyle's desk and laid his stuff on the space available. Kyle looked up at him, Token's mouth opened and closed, as if he was debating on what to say.

"You know, Stan really cares about you." Token said. Kyle cocked an eyebrow and scuffed.

"Really, man. I know Stan's an asshole, but just hang in there." Token playfully punched Kyle in the shoulder and Kyle smiled lightly and nodded.

He knows too? I thought Stan didn't want this around school?

Token gave a comforting smile. "See you later, dude."

Kyle nodded again and watched him walk out the door.

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Kyle sat his plate down at their table in the stop next to Stan. Cartman was seated in front of him while Kenny was in front of Stan.

"So…" Cartman started.

"So…" Stan replied.

Kenny simply sighed and Kyle sat down with a grunt.

Kyle noticed both Cartman and Kenny staring at Stan and him eating their lunches. Stan's head was down looking at his fork play with his mash potatoes. Kyle was also looking down, but he was more focused on Kenny and Cartman than his food.

"Stop staring at us." Kyle demanded, in between bites.

Stan looked up to see what Kyle was talking about.

"We weren't staring at you guys!" Kenny defended.

Cartman didn't say anything, he just kept staring.

"Whatever." Kyle said, trying to brush off the situation.

They all ate in silence, until Wendy got there.

"Hey, sweetie!" Wendy greeted Stan. She sat her plate in-between him and Kyle (even though there was little space) and crawled over the bench to sit next to Stan.

That little bitch…

Cartman and Kenny's expressions were both shocked, Kyle was applaud, and Stan didn't move.

Wendy leaned closer to Stan, she started whispering, but it seemed almost as if she made sure everyone could hear her, "So, I was thinking… This weekend we c-"

"Can't." Stan abruptly answered.

Cartman and Kenny's expressions deepened and Kyle's changed drastically to excitement and eagerness.

"What? Why?" Wendy questioned.

Stan took a bite of his meat loaf and started chewing, "Me and Kyle are gonna hang out all weekend at my place." Stan replied with a full mouth.

Disgust and Jealousy was written all over Wendy's face "Don't eat with your mouth full." She reminded.

She looked around the table and leaned a bit closer, "But your parents are out this weekend and-."

"And it's a perfect chance for me and Kyle to do what boys do without anyone stopping us." Stan finished for her.

Wendy rolled her eyes and grabbed her plate, "Whatever." She got up, stepped over the bench, and walked to Bebe's table.

"Ummmmm…." Kenny started.

"So, Kyle. What time do you think you can come over tomorrow after school? Your parent's will let you spend two nights in a row, right?" Stan asked.

"Um, I have Student Council, so you'd have to wait until three thirdy… I'll ask my parents tonight…" Kyle answered, unsure of what just happened.

Stan smiled, "Perfect."

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Kyle walked on the snow covered side walk, humming the same song he sang to Stan. He felt as if… that was their song. It made him happy, though it was a depressing song.

He walked up the steps leading to his house and opened the door to find his mother in the living room.

"Hello, dear." She greeted, flipping the channel.

"Hey, mom. Um, Wendy's coming over to finish the project… So when she comes, just send her up to my room…" Kyle started walking towards the stairs.

"Okay, dear." She replied, her eyes locked on the television.

Kyle shot up the stairs and opened his door, then shuts it back into place. He tossed his book sack on his bed and walked to his dresser. The picture of him and Stan caught his eye and he let his stare linger. They looked so happy in that picture, they looked inseparable.

Kyle's door opened and hit the wall with a loud thud. Kyle turned around, hitting his arm on his dresser knob. Stan closed the door quickly behind him and turned around with his back against the wall, staring at Kyle impatiently.

"Wha- Stan? What are you doing here?" Kyle asked, confused.

"You're mom let me in." Stan explained.

"Wha- but why are you-" Kyle started to asked, but Stan pulled him close and gave him a kiss.

Stan pulled back and kept his arms wrapped around Kyle. "Do you want this?" Stan asked, as if he was making a double check.

YES!

"Yes… I do." Kyle calmly answered, looking into Stan's eyes.

"Not just this. I mean all the secrecy, having to hide from our parents, our friends… behind Wendy's back…" Stan said, keeping Kyle close. Kyle looked down at Stan's chest.

"You're not going to break up with Wendy… Are you?" Kyle concluded.

"We have to stay together or it'll be obvious!" Stan exclaimed, raising Kyle's head up.

He'll break up with her sooner or later… He just needs time…

Kyle nods. "Yea, I want this."

"You sure?" Stan asked, making sure he really meant it.

"Yea… I'm completely sure." Kyle assured.

Stan grabbed Kyle's face and leaned in for a kiss

Kyle pressed his hands against Stan's chest and kissed him back.

Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God!

Kyle ran his fingers trough Stan's hair and Stan moaned deeply.

The door knob twisted open and Stan pushed Kyle to the ground.

"Ow!" Kyle exclaimed, falling on his back. He sat up and looked towards the door way. Wendy was giving them a strange look and then, surprisingly, laughed.

"Kyle, why are you on the floor?" Wendy playfully asked.

She obviously didn't see me kissing her boyfriend.

Stan backed up and rubed his head.

Oh, good God, Stan. Stop freaking out. I'm sure if she caught us, all hell would be loose by now.

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A/N: Okay, I know this is short... I'm sorry. X'(

Well... My History Bee team won 2nd place to the rich/snobby kid school (we were behind by one point), so that's good! :D

Erm... I won second place at the talent show, you guys! You guys wanna see it? It'll be up later!

Remember to take away the spaces! :P

Um... We had an end of the year test and I, along with two other kids, made a perfect on the writing portion! :D High School is next year, I got in all honor classes! :3

Erm... I'll be writing a lot, sorry this one is short... I don't know how that happen! I'll also be busy with writing my book, but don't worry! I'll have more than enough time to write this!

I didn't edit it... So yeah... XD

Review or I'll see to it that you have no internet for a month!

Next Chapter Due: June 5th (Probably a lie)