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Chapter 10

Cartman paced his room after school. The meeting with the principal had gone well; it seemed that Cartman had already broken him down. All Cartman had to do now was throw a few carefully chosen words on the table and he was able to get off any problem scotch free. Life was so fucking sweet sometimes. Usually victories like these filled his head with happiness, but all his head was filled with now was the confusion that came with Wendy, that fucking hippie bitch had been on his mind ever since she left him in front of the principal's office.

Da fuck is wrong with me? Cartman scolded himself angrily; I need to concentrate on Saturday and not on that bitch. But, he argued to himself, maybe a few more minutes of thinking about her wouldn't hurt, I mean, I'll just think about what a bitch she's being, so that should be all right.

Stan and Wendy sat awkwardly across from each other at their regular table in Casa Bonita. The evening was punctuated by an icy coldness as Stan refused to look at Wendy and only answered her back in one-word responses.

"Stan, what's wrong?" Wendy asked in concern after Stan dodged her fiftieth attempt to hold his hand.

Stan tentatively took a bite out of his taco and chewed slowly as he contemplated how he wanted to word his thoughts. "Wendy."

"Yeah?"

"Have you, um, ever thought what it would be like if we, um, took a break from each other. Not the kind of breaks we usually have, but a, um, permanent one."

"What?" Wendy asked quietly. "Why?" She gasped, her jealous side coming out "I know why! You're cheating on me! Who is it? Bebe, I knew it, that slut, she's slept with more people then Kenny has!"

"Um, you are partially right, but it's not Bebe." Stan stammered out.

"Who is it then?" Wendy yelled at Stan, but before Stan could answer back, her phone blared out "So What" and she shushed Stan as she reached into her pocket to pull out her phone.

"What?" She snarled into the receiver. He voice softened when she heard the person on the other line talk, "Bebe, aw, I'm so sorry, yes, of course I'll come over. No, don't worry about it, it's just Stan, he and I can always go on a date another time." She hung up the phone and said in a matter of fact voice as she pulled on her jacket, "Sorry, Stan, I have to go, Bebe's boyfriend just dumped her and I have to be there for her." She leaned over and kissed Stan on the cheeks, "I'll talk to you soon."

Stan stared at his plate of half eaten tacos after she left, shit, why must it be so hard to tell?

Now, next question, Kyle thought to himself, as he worked on his AP Calculus homework. Let's see, "Find the second derivative of y = 3ln(5x2 + 4x)" Hm-god, when the hell am I ever going to need this in life? I mean, seriously, none of this is going to be useful. When I'm doing taxes will I really care about calculus? No. When I'm paying for my children's education will I care about calculus? No. Damn it, Calculus can go fuck it self, it can go fuck itself right in t-Oh, never mind, this problem is really easy. Haha. It's just, do that one operation and the answer should be (30x + 12)/(5x2 + 4x).

Before Kyle had a chance to feel proud of himself and continue onto question number three, a tapping sound yanked him out of his homework zone. He raised his head to see Stan rapping his knuckles on the window. "Let me in." Stan mouthed to him.

Kyle shot him a confused look but opened his window for Stan all the same. Stan crawled awkwardly into his room all the while mumbling, "Ugh. I'm getting too old for this."

"What are you doing here, dude?" Kyle asked. "I thought you had a date with Wendy." He added angrily, sounding like a jealous girlfriend, which in a way he was.

"I was, but she ditched me for Bebe."

"Dude, I'm sorry. But did you tell her yet about, well you know, us?" The look of Stan's crestfallen face revealed the answer to Kyle. "What the hell, Stan? Why not?"

"I'm sorry, man; I was just trying to think up a way to tell her and her phone call cut me off." He sighed. "I'm really sorry, but I really don't think that I am ready to tell anyone yet. Not-really-telling telling Wendy was torture for me; I can't even think how painful it will be to tell our parents, our friends, and especially Cartman."

"Yeah, I understand how you feel. But we have to promise each other that we will tell, soon."

"Yes, soon." Stan agreed and as if to seal the deal he leaned into Kyle and placed his lips on Kyle's softly. Their kiss soon intensified and Stan found himself with his hands up the back of Kyle's shirt and as he pulled Kyle in towards him, Kyle pushed outward and soon both of them found themselves lying on top of Kyle's bed. Before things could continue any further, the sound of Sheila Broflovski's voice traveled up the stairs and into Kyle's room, "Kyle, I need you to come down and help me with the groceries."

Kyle groaned, "Hey, I guess-" He started telling Stan.

"I guess I should be going home anyways." Stan sighed as Kyle rolled off him and pushed himself off the bed.

"Yeah, well, bye." Kyle stated, as both boys turned to face each other awkwardly, not sure how to part. They began to lean in for a kiss, and finding it weird, started to hug, then deciding against that, they shook hands and broke away chuckling uncomfortably.

Kyle started his trek downstairs as Stan crawled out the window.

"Oh, there you are bubbe. Get those bags into the kitchen please." Sheila directed Kyle, pointing to two bags at the front of the house.

As Kyle carried the bags slowly into the kitchen he turned to his mother and asked, "If I was, um, not attracted to, um, the normal gender for a guy, what would you do?"

"What what what?" Sheila yelled her trademark saying, dropping the bag of oranges she was cradling in her arms.

"I meant hypothetically, mom" Kyle reassured her quickly.

"Oh, well, in that case, I would disown you and shun you from our family." Sheila rapidly answered back, as she put the food away in their respectable cabinets. Since her back was turned away from her son, she couldn't see his jaw hanging down in shock. Then she added lightly, "But you won't have to worry about that, because you're not like that."

"Yeah," Kyle replied quietly, "Yeah, thank goodness."

Saturday came sooner then anyone could have imagined. Before long, all of the invitees found themselves in Cartman's house and Kyle and Stan found themselves in front of Kenny's house.

After the fifth doorbell ring, Kenny finally came out rubbing his eyes. "Hey, what are you guys doing here? And why the fuck are you guys dressed like that?" He asked acknowledging Stan and Kyle's greaser outfits.

"Dude, did you forget? It's Cartman's party today. And judging by the look on your face and your outfit, I'm guessing you did." Kyle told Kenny, as Stan stood to the side pinching the bridge of his nose and squinting. Kyle looked at Kenny's forever messy blonde hair and underwear and asked "So do you have a costume?"

Twenty minutes later, all Kyle and Stan could think was thank god Kenny is into kinky/role playing sex because half of his closet was filled with costumes he could use. They finally decided on a Mad Men-eque suit for Kenny and both boys had to agree that Kenny looked pretty damn hot.

All three boys soon threw themselves into Kyle's car as Kenny yelled, "Onward, Jew!" All three laughed as they drove the short drive to Cartman's house.

I'm really excited to be able to finally write the party scene. I have big plans for it! And I just realized how I am totally neglecting Kyle Jr./Chris' relationship…which I want to get to soon. So hopefully all of that can be added into the next chapter.

Well, anywho, Enjoy!

And thanks to everyone who has been reading and commenting!

Wdebo :)

P.S. Oh and I just wanted to add how much fun I had writing Kyle's mini rant about Calculus because that was basically what was going on in my brain whenever I did Calc last year. (Not so colorfully though)