Kyle's point of view

"Dude! you should have let me knock all his Goddamn teeth out!" I snapped, stomping up the stairs leading to the second floor of my apartment. I could almost picture Butters furrowing his brow and crinkling his small nose in confusion at my sudden outburst from behind me.

I knew I was being unreasonable, but I just couldn't help be furious. Cartman had practically booted us out of his and Butter's apartment.

"Gee Kyle...I don't really want blood on my tiles. I just polished them last week." He responded nervously, but I wasn't quite listening. It was as if all my senses had suddenly decided to take a pay vacation and there was only anger left.

It was just something about Cartman that ticked me off. He knew how to push my buttons and that was what irked me the most. How easily he could change my mood and ruin my day. It was like his damn vocation to annoy the living hell out of me.

It has been that way as long as I can remember.

Back when we were ten it always irritated me whenever he would pick on me for being a "Goddamn Jew" or a "soulless Ginger", or even for being conceived in New Jersey, things I had no control over, but it just drove me over the edge when he messed with my friends.

It was like that now too.

I was rummaging in my pocket for my keys when the door suddenly flew opened, catching me off guard and making me freeze.

Across from me stood Stan, blocking the entrance and looking more distress than I have ever seen him before. His clothes were wrinkled and he had dark shadows under his eyes, his matching dark hair a disheveled mess.

Could he have been worried about me?

For a split second his eyes went wide, before relief washed over his gorgeous face making me furrow my brow even deeper.

Why did he have to be so damned attractive? This would be much easier if he wasn't so hot.

"Kyle! Where the hell have you been? We need to ta-"

"No." I cut him off crudely.

"I am not in the mood." I said flatly.

I honestly wasn't. I didn't want to talk about the pestering thoughts whirling in my head or have to face reality. The only thing I wanted to do was punch something.

Preferably Cartman's face.

"How can you say that!? I been worried sick about you." He exclaimed indignantly, tugging at my long sleeve and causing me to stumble forward a bit. I glared up at him, accusingly, but halted when I saw the desperate look in his face. His oceanic orbs pleading silently for a chance.

Oooooh...no, no, no, no, noooo! don't you dare Stanley Marsh.

"Please Kyle…" He asked with sad puppy dog eyes, his bottom lip jutting a bit.

Uggghhhh

He knew I couldn't refuse when he did that face. Whenever he did it my insides would turn to mush and my resolve would all, but crumble to the ground.

I stared at him for a little longer, enjoying how his eyes gazed intently into mine, before I made a grab for his hand and pulled him towards the stairs across the room.

I began dragging him up the step and into one of the rooms in the second floor. All the while I was half expecting Kenny to say something like "I would tell you two to get a room, but I see you already did!" but to my utter delight he made no such comments.

It wasn't until we reached the hallway upstairs that realization dawned on me and I began to panic.

Holy shit, what in the world am I doing?

I can't be alone with Stan. Knowing me I'll probably do or say something stupid and make things worse. And what if he hates me now? I don't think I can take Stan hating me.

Deep down I knew I was being ridiculous and that he would never hate me, but it was still horrifying. I didn't want to loose my best friend over something as dumb as my feelings.

I halted a short distance from my room causing a caught off guard Stan to bump into me.

"I ummm...I left Butters all alone downstairs. Yeah! I can't believe I did that!" the excuse sounded lame even to my own ears, but I needed something to get out my current situation. Anything.

I turned back and scrambled down the stair with Stan hot in my heels.

"Kyle, his fine we left him with Kenny." He argued as we reach the bottom of the stairs.

I stopped on my tracks causing Stan to bump into me once again.

"You should really stop doing that."

"Umm dude, where did those two go anyways?"

He crane his neck to peek over me and frowned when he confirmed that indeed Butter and Kenny were no where to be seen.

"They might be outside."Stan mused. Then passed me by and paced to the door. I followed suit, having nothing better to do.

He rested his hand on the golden knob and went to twist it, but stopped to glance at me with a glint of mischief in his almost black eyes. I immediately understood, as if telepathically, and grinned slyly at him. He grinned back widely and just like that everything was forgotten and we were back to being super best friend.

Soon enough we were eavesdropping on our friends like two damn four graders. We stayed there glued to the door, listening intently for a while, when suddenly everything grew quiet and the door swung open.

Son of a bitch.

-/-

"Look what the cat brought in the bag Buttercups. " Kenny mused looking down at us with a smirk. His slender finger were laced with Butter's who was trying hard not to laugh behind him.

Heat tainted my cheeks with embarrassment as I laid sprawled on the ground. My back aching from having Stan's weight on top of me.

"Dude. Move." I choked, glancing at Stan's equally flushed face.

His dark blue eyes widened, before he scrambled off me and stood up. I felt the air sip back to my lungs from not having his weight on me any longer.

Stan extended a hand to me and helped me up. I flashed him a thankful smile, before my eyes fell on the link hands of my two friends. I furrowed my brow, perplexed.

Sure I knew Kenny had been moping around from being heartbroken. I had even considered his crush being a guy, but Butters? Now that's a shocker. How did I not see it?

Not saying I was against them being together, it just, well surprised me. Although now that I think about it Kenny and Butters were awfully close back in high school.

"You guys are a thing!? Why didn't you tell us you guy were a thing!?"

Stan questioned incredulously, snapping me out of my stupor.

Kenny frowned.

"We had planned on telling you guys. But as you already heard," I averted my eyes, embarrassed at being caught while Stan whistled innocently next to me, looking at nothing in particular.

"-we're stopped short. I mean we made it pretty damn obvious. You guys were just too busy eye fucking each other to notice." Kenny shrugged nonchalantly, making a blush sprawl across Stan's face and me glare daggers at him.

"I hate you."

"I love you too Bubbie." Kenny grinned wickedly and continued.

"Why are you guys even here? This ain't no Gossip girl. You should be talking out your own damn problems, ummm... like now." He concluded, clasping us each on the shoulder and turning us around. He began dragging us into the house and up the stairs with a cheery Butter's right on our heel. He open a random room, which I notice was mine, and shoved us both in.

"I am going to leave with Butters to catch up and when I get back you two better have solve your issues. I swear you guys just reek of sexual tension." he tsked.

"Fuck off dude." Stan hissed, annoyance dripping from his voice. Kenny narrowed his eyes and slowly closed the door, pointing with two fingers from his eyes to us and back and forth.

The door clicked shut leaving me standing uncomfortably in the middle of the room.

I was shifting my weight from one foot to the other and considering going after Kenny when Stan turned to face me.

"We need to talk."

I sighed. "I know."