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"Stan…would you die with me?"
Kyle's large green eyes stared into Stan's blue irises.
"Who do you think made the kool-aid for us to drink?" he replied without hesitation, quite seriously.
"Stan will always be there for you, because you're fags. I don't know how, but I know he's determined to prove that and—more than likely—probably already has."
Kyle let out a loud laugh, and Stan didn't believe there was anything in the world that sounded more beautiful.
Stan and Kyle walked back into the auditorium once their dance ended and sat down in their respective seats. Bebe smiled lightly at Kyle, kissing the Jew's cheek. Kenny noticed the self satisfied smile on the brunet's face and shook his head, smiling.
"Kissed the girl?" Kenny asked, smirking.
"Oh, you bet. I didn't need a crab to tell me what to do."
"I'm sure that red-head was totally worth it."
"Better believe it."
Kyle rolled his eyes. "Are you guys seriously alluding that I'm Ariel from the Little Mermaid?"
Kenny nodded, laughing. Stan joined him and Kyle shook his head, grinning.
"Wait, what?" Bebe asked, confused. "You kissed Kyle?"
Kyle blinked. "Of course he did. Bebe, we're trying out for two very homosexual men here. Our kissing scenes have to be convincing."
Bebe frowned shortly before she laughed—though it sounded fake—and nodded. "Right, right. I forgot about that, somehow."
Stan frowned. "Bebe, if this is making you uncomfortable…"
Bebe stopped laughing and sighed. She was about to tell them how it made her very uncomfortable. She wasn't homophobic, but she was dating Kyle. Bebe frowned as a new theory formed in her head. Maybe…maybe she wasn't the problem. Bebe looked at Stan's innocent face. Maybe he was stealing Kyle from her. Maybe there was more to this "bro problem" than she was being allowed to know. Her eyebrows began to furrow as anger gleamed in her eyes, but then she looked straight in Stan's blue irises.
Worry.
She realized how full of worry they were. She looked at Stan with a clearer mind. She saw how innocent his face looked. Bebe sighed again and smiled a bit. She was obviously overreacting. Men were allowed to have their problems, just like women were. She was clearly being jealous. Still, the blonde didn't feel comfortable about the kissing scenes. She looked at Kenny who gave her a look that obviously said, "Deal with it for the greater good!"
She sighed again, and the Jew's eyebrows furrowed with worry. That was her third sigh.
"Look, Bebe, we won't do it, then," he announced. Stan looked at him in shock, as did Kenny and Bebe.
"No…no, go ahead, Kyle," Bebe grinned. "It's okay. It's not like Stan is trying to steal you away from me."
Stan conveniently looked away from them.
"I trust you, sweetie. Don't worry. I'm just a little insecure right now."
"Heh. I don't see why."
Kyle smiled at her and kissed her, much to Stan's disgust. As Cartman approached, they pulled away, and Stan could not have been happier to see the racist line backer.
"What's happened so far?" he asked.
"Wendy killed the auditions, obviously," Kenny relayed.
"How was the principle's office?" Kyle asked.
Cartman shrugged. "Same as usual. 'I'm sorry, Principal Victoria. How could I have been so foolish?'"
"You know the principal's name isn't Victoria, right?"
"...Maybe that's why he was so mad at me."
Kyle snickered, shaking his head.
"And male auditions?" Cartman asked.
"We will now be auditioning for the parts of Capulet and Montague," Ms. Mercury announced.
"That's our cue," Stan grinned. He held out his hand expectantly to Kyle who laughed and took it. They walked hand in hand to the stage, and Bebe's smile faded just a bit. Kenny put a reassuring hand on her shoulder and she shrugged, smiling at the blond.
"Thanks, Kenny," she sighed.
"Thanks for trusting me," he beamed knowingly. Bebe, confused, raised a brow. She was trusting Kyle, wasn't she? She looked at the blond's smile a little longer and sat back, wondering if maybe Kenny knew more than he let on.
"You know, Kenny," she suddenly said. Kenny looked at her, bemused. "I think you're the smartest one of us all."
Kenny grinned, an arm wrapping around the back of Bebe's chair. "I know."
Stan lined up at the stairs of the stage and turned, waiting to see if anyone was brave enough to take these parts. To his surprise, Craig lined up and scowled directly at the brunet. Butters was also in line, his never-failing habit of knocking his knuckles together ever present. Pip stood in line as well, and Stan frowned. He should've been relieved. None of them compared to Stan's acting, and he and Kyle were so gay, they'd definitely get the parts. But…to be fair…he'd never seen Craig act. And, the way the other boy was looking at him was kind of creepy—like he wanted revenge or something. Stan scowled, trying to think of a time he ever wronged Craig.
And then Craig mouthed the words "Tom Cruise."
Stan gulped.
"So, first, we'll audition for Capulet."
Stan frowned as Craig stormed passed him, practically stuffing a middle finger in Stan's face. Kyle frowned as well and raised an eyebrow. The brunet just shrugged, looking more confident than he felt, and kissed the red-head's forehead.
"I don't know what's up, but whatever," he said. Kyle smiled back at him.
"Read my mind, dude. Break a leg."
Stan nodded and walked onto the stage. Not long after, Pip was beside him. Ms. Mercury smiled and nodded, signaling the auditions. Pip began it and, while not a bad actor, Stan could easily tell he would win over Pip. Next, Craig auditioned.
"What." Cartman gasped.
"The." Bebe frowned.
"Fuck." Kenny finished.
Craig was astounding. Stan's eye twitched in anger as he realized how on-par Craig was with acting. Who the hell fucking knew? Soon, his audition was over—much to Stan's chagrin, the judges were giving him a standing ovation.
"What the hell, Craig?" Stan asked once the other boy was within earshot. "Why are you suddenly so interested in acting?"
"Because of you," Craig hissed, "Tom Cruise has been in my closet for almost a week and I can't get him the fuck out. Tweek doesn't want to come over to have sex now because that asshole is in there!"
"Too much information…"
"And, since I can't get to the thing I hold most precious in the world, I'll make sure the same happens to you!"
"What?" Stan deadpanned.
"I'm going to make sure I make out with Kyle on stage instead of you!"
Stan's jaw dropped. "Wh-Why would you do that?"
"Dude, it's so obvious you two are together and are using Bebe so that Kyle looks somewhat straight. No one's falling for it."
Stan couldn't argue, though that wasn't the exact truth.
"So, I'm taking away your faggy little boyfriend!"
"Like fuck you are!" Stan growled.
Craig walked away haughtily and Stan began to follow him, fist raised. A hand on the crook of his elbow stopped him; he faced the smirking Jew, some of his anger fading at the sight of a raised, red eyebrow.
"I'm your faggy boyfriend?"
"Why, yes, you are."
"When did we decide this?"
Stan grinned. "The second you agreed to be Montague."
"Who said I'm on the bottom?"
"The script."
"Stan, you're up!" Ms. Mercury called, and Stan reluctantly walked onto stage without punching Craig in the face; the pat on his rear side from Kyle helped his mood, though. As was expected, Stan's audition was impressive. His inflections were perfect, his expressions—though minute—told volumes of emotions, and his projection was second to none. He smirked at Craig as he, too, received a standing ovation.
"Well, I simply can't decide," Ms. Mercury sighed. "What should we do?"
Mr. Garrison shrugged. "Well, they're supposed to be fags, right?"
"Mr. Garrison, we don't use that language here…"
"So, Capulet has to be a believable fag with whoever Montague is. I say we have the Montague wannabes audition twice—once with Stan, once with Craig—and whichever two boys has the most convincing chemistry will get the parts."
Ms. Mercury gaped at him openly. "Mr. Garrison…as horrible and offensive as your language is, I honestly did not expect you to come up with an actual solution to our problem."
Mr. Garrison scoffed.
"Honey, I know how to deal with fags."
The poor English teacher withheld the urge to take her compliment back. "Well, you heard him. Butters, Kyle, you two will both audition with Craig and Stan, and whoever has the most chemistry and is most convincing will win."
Kenny frowned. He knew Stan and Kyle would win, but something felt wrong. He sighed and looked at Bebe, whose eyes immediately averted themselves away.
Kenny chuckled. "Something interesting on my face?"
"I'm just trying to figure you out. You know all of us…everything about us, and all you have to do is look at us."
"What makes you think that?"
Bebe frowned sadly, "Kenny. You know how all of this is going to end. I don't even know what this is, but you've already planned out everything so that it ends the way it's supposed to be. And, to top that off, you know how it's supposed to end. You're omniscient."
Kenny shrugged. "Point. So, what's troubling you?"
"The fact that you look so troubled yourself. As if you don't know what's going to happen."
Kenny frowned.
"Bebe?"
"Yes?"
"If you were in love with someone…and you were trying to make sure they were happy, even if it meant they weren't with you…would you think it still acceptable to make that person think of you whenever they're with the person they love?"
Bebe smiled wryly. "I think that's a bit selfish, Kenny."
"Because you're making them think of you?"
"Because you're making yourself think of them."
Kenny's gaze rested on Bebe's suddenly wise eyes. "Kenny, if you ever really want to let them go, then you can't hold on to little illusions. You make them promise to think of you, and it makes you think there may be something there when it's nothing more than platonic affection. Kenny…you deserve better."
Kenny stared at Bebe for a while; the stoic expression on the blond made Bebe uncomfortable, but she refused to look away. Finally, Kenny smiled.
"Thanks, Bebe. You're pretty wise yourself. Excuse me."
And with that, Kenny stood up and ran to the stage right as Butters' audition was ending. Bebe watched him run with an eyebrow raised.
"Next time you guys decide to have a faggy conversation," Cartman muttered, "Do you mind doing it away from me?"
Bebe chuckled. "Sorry, Eric."
"Also, I didn't know you were so buddy-buddy with the poor asshole over there."
"I…I don't know." Bebe frowned.
"Do you like him?"
Cartman's question caught Bebe off guard, but even more surprising was that she found herself answering truthfully.
"Not in the way you're thinking. He just…he understands me. And, right now, with Kyle missing half the time and Wendy being all cryptic, that's what I need. He's a good friend…and I think I deserve that. Don't I?"
Cartman stared at the blonde from the corner of his eye and shrugged.
"Whatever, ho. But, I'm going to warn you. Kenny's been hurting for a while. He finally started smiling like the poor asshole I remember. Whatever hurt him is finally subsiding. If anyone needs a friend, it's him. If you so much as hurt a single hair on his head—"
"Why, Eric Cartman," came the high voice of Wendy Testaburger, "Are you actually threatening someone for the sake of a friend?"
Cartman glared at the dark-haired girl as she sat on his other side. "What's it to you, bitch?"
Wendy smiled. "Nothing. It's just…that's exactly what I sounded like when Kyle first asked Bebe out."
Bebe blinked and then her eyes widened. In that one split second, the world—at least the small world in front of her, made of the two most violent, angriest people in the world—made complete and utter sense. And for a second, Bebe wondered if this was what Kenny felt like every day.
She decided it felt nice to be able to see so clearly.
Right as Kyle began to get on the stage, he felt a tug at his wrist and turned to see Kenny holding him back.
"Let me talk to Stan first."
Kyle, thoroughly confused, just nodded and watched the blond boy run up to the brunet. The judges murmured amongst themselves, wondering if Kenny was auditioning. They watch the boy lean into Stan and whisper something in his ear. As Kenny pulled away, Stan frowned and muttered something, but smiled when Kenny nodded. They hugged each other shortly and Kenny ran back off the stage.
"Kenny?" Kyle asked at the boy passed him.
"Yes?" Kenny turned, smiling.
"What was that?"
"Pep talk. Now it's your turn."
"Yes?"
"Kyle…don't hold back."
Kyle raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"Kyle…don't worry about what you're doing. Don't worry about how confused you are. Concentrate on how warm you are in his arms and how good it feels to be there. Concentrate on your feelings. Trust me."
Kyle frowned and nodded. He watched the blond start to leave, then called him back.
"Kenny!"
"Yeah?" Kenny turned again, hiding the grin that threatened to break onto his face.
"About these…feelings. What if…what about later? What do I do with them after the play?"
Kenny smiled. "I'll tell you when the time comes. Let's worry about that road block when we see it, okay?"
Kyle sighed and nodded.
"Can we please get on with this!" Mr. Garrison demanded. Kyle frantically nodded and went to stand in front of Craig, suddenly feeling much more confident. Kenny ran back to his seat and plopped down beside Bebe once he gave Wendy a high five.
"What did you tell him?" Bebe asked.
Kenny didn't look right at her, and Bebe thought his smile was a little suspicious, but she couldn't help the flutter in her heart when she heard his next words.
"I told him to pretend that Stan was you, and to go with what he felt."
Kyle's first audition with Craig was terrible. Kyle lacked emotion, forgot his lines, and tripped over himself more than once. It was obvious he was not comfortable in Craig's arms and, when the time for the kissing part of the audition came, Kyle immediately pried himself away from Craig and refused.
"Kyle, are you sure you want this part?" Ms. Mercury asked. She was ready to let Butters have the part—though she couldn't quite tell who would be a better Capulet for the shy boy—when Kyle nodded his head.
"I really want this part. Please let me audition again, but with Stan."
Ms. Mercury sighed, as did Mr. Mackey. Neither of the adults noticed the slowly growing smile on Garrison's lips.
"I don't know, Kyle…" she replied.
"Let him do it," Garrison piped.
"What?" Mackey asked, then whispered, "After that horrific audition?"
"Just trust me on this," Garrison insisted, and Mercury allowed it.
"One more thing," Kyle began. The teachers looked at him expectantly. "Can we audition with regular language?"
Mercury looked at the other two judges who shrugged and nodded. She smiled at the Jew and nodded as well.
Kyle returned the gesture and stood in front of Stan. He was determined to listen to Kenny. With a deep sigh, and a deep stare into blue eyes, Kyle was lost at sea.
His only companion was one Stan Marsh.
Mercury's jaw slowly fell lower and lower at the dramatic change in Kyle's acting. Why, he was as good as Stan! She could've sworn the love in Kyle's eyes was real. Not only that, Kyle's acting drastically improved Stan's acting—as if it could get any better—and the two were literally magic on the stage. Mercury found herself on the edge of her seat by the time the boys reached the kissing scene.
"Montague…I don't care what my father says! I don't care about what God says! I…I love you," Capulet whispered hotly into the red-headed prince's ear.
"Oh, Capulet, I don't care either! Oh, Capulet, why must you have your name? Forget about your father and change it. Or else, if you won't change your name, just swear you love me and I'll stop being a Montague!"
It seemed the whole auditorium leaned in as the two boys edged their lips closer.
"For you…Anything for you…"
And the world ended with "you."
Girls squealed in delight, men blushed and hid their erections, and Ms. Mercury could not believe what she was witnessing. Before her was the most realistic show of two forbidden lovers admitting how they felt and the most realistic follow-up kiss. And they were still at it—kissing as though no one was even watching. Finally—finally—she breathed again.
Capulet, or rather Stan, pulled away from the other, leaning his forehead against his lover's. Montague—wait, no—Kyle smiled back at him, green eyes staring intensely into the brunet's eyes.
"St—" Kyle whispered, and caught himself, "Capulet…this may end badly. We may not live to see tomorrow. I love you so much…but I need proof that you love me."
"Anything, K—Montague! Name anything, and I will do it without fail."
"Capulet…would you die with me?" Kyle asked, a small smile playing on his lips.
Stan smiled back at him, placing a soft kiss on the Jew's lips.
"Who do you think poisoned the ale for us to drink?"
Everyone was completely taken in, Cartman noticed. He looked to his side, though, and saw that Wendy was smiling.
"Why so happy, bitch?" he muttered.
"That last part?" she whispered, "That wasn't in the script."
Cartman scoffed. "I keep telling all of you. They're fags. They have to find some way to prove they love each other."
Wendy smiling slyly. "Don't you mean, imply that they hump each others' brains out every night?"
Cartman stared at her stoically, then let out a short laugh.
"Get the fuck out of my head, Testaburger."
"Fuck you, fatass," she replied, "I knocked first."
He chuckled darkly and Bebe couldn't tear her eyes away from them. She completely ignored her boyfriend and Stan, and even Kenny a little, just so she could continue knowing what it felt like to see. She smiled slowly and cleared her throat.
"So, Wendy, you broke things off with Token, right?" she quipped.
Wendy blinked and nodded. "Yeah, we've been over this."
"Why, again?"
Wendy sighed and sat back, immediately annoyed at herself for ever dating him. "He was so inattentive! All he cared about was football and looking good. The second he said that he would rather be dating you because you're hotter, I dumped his ass. Now he's dating Red, the asshole."
Cartman scoffed. "What an idiot."
"I know, right?" Wendy pouted.
"Red's a fucking idiot."
"Excuse me?" Red screeched, distracting the two actors on stage and effectively ending the spell.
"I said, you're an idiot," Cartman replied easily. "You hit on me just yesterday at the mall."
"What?" Token yelled, standing. "You were hitting on him? But we're going out!"
Red stuttered and the teachers sighed and broke up the fight. Cartman smirked at sat back, satisfied at causing the pain that obviously kept his life-force alive. Wendy, in turn, blinked and smiled at him.
"Wow, Eric. Thanks. Seeing that made me feel just the slightest bit better. Did she really hit on you yesterday?"
Cartman grinned. "I don't even remember. I just said that. She gave herself away."
Wendy laughed her high, bell-voice laugh and Cartman barely found it within himself to not smile. Bebe's smile grew more and more and Kenny, ever vigilant, caught on to what was happening and quickly whispered something in the blonde girl's ear.
Bebe nodded at him, then turned back to Wendy and Cartman.
"Wendy, remember how we were supposed to go out to Shakey's tomorrow?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, she actually has to tutor me in math, so she can't go," Kenny interjected.
Wendy frowned. "Okay, I guess. But, why not ask Kyle for help?"
"He'll be busy with this play," Kenny replied.
"I'm sorry," Bebe apologized, though her face looked far from sorry.
Wendy frowned at her, "You suck."
Kenny gave Cartman a hard stare, which the linebacker did not miss. However, he still turned away from Kenny, keeping his mouth shut. Stan and Kyle returned from the stage, fingers somewhat intertwined, and sat down in their seats. The group sat, quiet and tense, waiting for something—anything—to happen. Finally, Kyle stood and moved in front of Stan pointedly.
"Stan, do you want to go on a date with me?"