"I love you I suppose as anyone has ever loved anyone else, like the rest of me my love is ordinary unlike any part of you. When I speak of you it's magnificent, spectacular, fantastic and wonderful and I know the World stops to listen. When I speak of me it's bland, boring, expected and usually timed by the few who hear it.

I love you I suppose as anyone has ever loved anyone else, like the rest of me my love isn't perfect, unlike any part of you. Your smile lights up arenas, mine adds nothing to the darkness. Your laughter cheers on the crowds, mine fades away with Mother Nature's quiet sighs. With all your grace and calm you can challenge the tides, pushing them back into their oceans without a moment's pause. I would easily fall into that ocean and be swept away like another piece of the sea. And like the miracle you are, you would try to save a lesser blessing because that's all you ever saw fit for me, salvation.

I love you I suppose as anyone has ever loved anyone else, reckless and apprehensive, mistaken without a mistake, trapped in no trap at all, lost but found 10 times over inside your eyes. You told me to follow my heart. And I did, I promise you I would not be here if I did not. Here by your side, here alone and yet still here. For I know if I were not here I would not be anywhere. How could one exist with such a hole in their heart? I would rather have my heart broken right now, this instant by you than ever live the rest of my life breaking it by my own accord. I came here for an answer, yes or no. For such a simple question it feels like my soul is ripping from my body, lingering until the words come from your lips. Love me, love me, love me as I have loved you. Oh Supernatural! I am asking you to love mediocrity the way mediocrity have loved you! Eternally, faithfully and forever until the end of our Universe, until the end of our Sun, until the end of all creation, say yes, I do and I always will."

Stan stopped and placed the soliloquy with Cartman's (Kenny's) list under it on a desk behind him.

"That's definitely not 10 minutes. I wonder how long I can stretch it out without anyone noticing." Stan laughed and went to sit down next to Kyle on his bed.

"So what did you think?" Stan nudged Kyle's arm.

Kyle had gone eerily stone-like. Stan was about to nudge him again when Kyle began to smile.

"How long have you been dating Jasmine?"

"Who's Jasmine?" Stan waited for an answer confused. "I'm not dating anyone."

"Right, that's why you froze when you saw her today." Kyle's smile quickly went away.

"I'm just hurt dude. Why didn't you tell me?"

"If I was dating someone Kyle you would be the 1st to know." Stan held up his index finger. "But I'm not. Why does it matter so much anyways?"

"That was a really good soliloquy." Kyle shrugged then smiled again. "Have you seen her sister?" Kyle began to nod. "Oh yeah."

"You're hotter."

….Holy crap. Did Stan just say that out loud?

Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.

"The hottest." Kyle shot back jokingly and stood up. Stan let go of a sigh of relief silently, Kyle had just taken it as a joke. Stan sighed again; this wasn't exactly a win-win situation.

"Where are you going? I thought you were going to help me with my project!"

Where are you going? I thought you said you loved me!

Stan thought he sounded pathetic.

"Stan, I don't think I've really helped you with a project since 6th grade." Kyle headed towards his door. "In fact, why do you keep coming back?"

Because I love you. Duh.

"Hope." Stan got up from Kyle's bed.

"Hope is the worst of evils, for it prolongs the torments of man." Kyle looked at Stan. "Or in this case, you." Kyle grinned, opened the door and left his room.

Stan proceeded to follow.

"Seriously, where is everybody getting these quotes?"

Stan muttered under his breath as he followed Kyle down the steps.

By the time Stan had completed the venture, he could hear Kyle in the kitchen.

Stan entered the living room and sat down on the couch while halfheartedly searching for the TV remote under the pillows. After a few more excursions, he found it between the seats. He pressed down on the power button and mentally prepared himself for some mind numbing entertainment.

"Hello and good evening, I'm Rachel Waters. In the news today there have been reports of millions missing from Anderson & Anderson. The money seems to have disappeared overnight. Anderson Sr. is currently being investigated for money laundering and theft-"

Stan turned the channel. Too serious.

"And that's how you make Tuna Casserole! Easy right? Yeah! And after a quick commercial break, we'll be back teaching you how to make delicious gourmet meals for 1/4th the price with Dave Garrell!"

Click. Not interested.

"How could you do this to me Tony? Do you have any idea how much I love you? Why don't you ever listen to me! All I ever wanted was for us to be together, in a heartless world I was willing to give you my heart, this was our future and you threw it all away for Madeline? I don't think you even realize how much you've lost-"

Click. Too dramatic.

"Welcome back to Blow Stuff Up in Slow Motion!"

Yes. Oh yes. Stan put the remote down on the armrest and got more comfortable in his seat. A few minutes later he heard some mumbling and rattling from the kitchen.

"Hey, my Mom called. She said her and Dad won't be back for the weekend, they're going over to one of my Mom's old college friend's reunion parties. Ike's sleeping over at Mrs. Lee's with that freaky kid he always hangs around. Do you wanna' crash? Oh," Kyle put his ear back to the receiver. "And do you want something to eat?"

Do you know what you want?

Stan felt a surge of familiarity in Kyle's voice and his conscious had made a connection. Georgina, the lady who was as beautiful as a model working in a high school cafeteria and Kyle the guy who was the epitome of immaculate hanging out with Stan, some things didn't make sense. But just because they didn't make sense didn't mean they weren't right.

Stan decided to do it. He knew if he didn't try for Kyle today, he wouldn't try for Kyle tomorrow. He might not try for Kyle ever and he had to try for Kyle, because Kyle was. Kyle was. Kyle was his and no Ivy League prep queen of pop man-eating easy popular cheerleader was going to have him ever, with all apologies to Jasmine's sister. He hadn't even met her and Kyle said nothing about her being any of the things Stan just thought about her.

"I'll be right back okay?"

"I'll take that as a yes." Kyle used his reply to Stan as the same one to his Mom's inquiry about Stan's being in his house over the weekend.

Stan raced upstairs and grabbed the list off the desk. He locked himself in Kyle's bathroom, leaned his back on the sink, hesitated once then began to read:

Step 1.

This better work.