Kyle's Point of view

I run out of the theatre and into the almost dark streets. Tears are filled in my eyes and I don't know what to do. I Kyle Broflovski is gay. What will everyone think when they find out? It will probably be the end for me.

"Kahl! Kahl!" screams Cartman from behind me but I pretend not to hear. I just continue to walk away down the sidewalk tears streaming down my face.

I feel a hand on my shoulder making me stop walking. I turn to see who it is. I see Cartman exhausted with sympathy in his eyes.

"What are we going to do!" I wail.

Cartman looks back and forth making sure no one we know is around. In a small town like South Park it's easy to run into people.

"Kahl you need to calm down," he orders.

I take a deep breath. He is right I need to calm down, I'm causing a scene.

"There's nothing to worry about."

My mouth drops. Yes there is! What if someone we knew was in the theatre. What if they saw us? What if they are spreading rumors on Facebook at this very moment?

"Cartman what if someone saw us?"

Cartman gives me a small smile and I feel a little warmer inside. "No one we knew was in there." He assures me. "All we have to do is not tell a soul and pretend it never happened."

Pretend it never happened? Does this mean Cartman and I will never be? "But what about us? Does this mean that we can't be together?"

Cartman looks down at the sidewalk his cheeks turning bright pink. "No Kahl. I love you and I don't want to loose you. Who said we would have to tell anyone? " He looks up at me his eyes filled with ambition.

I return the stare at him. "You're right fat-ass." I admit, the words still feel weird on my tongue admitting that Cartman's right. I've only said it a few times in my thirteen years.

"I'm not fat anymore Kahl." Cartman points out his head pointing to different parts of his body. It's true he isn't fat and scary as it might be I think he might be skinnier then me.

"You'll always be fat-ass to me."

Cartman smiles. "And you will always be a stupid Jew."

Our eyes meet and we reach in for another kiss.

Stan's Point of View

Attracted to Kyle? I should have known. I am in my room starring in front of a mirror. I'm not that bad looking am I? Sure I'm not perfect but I'm not ugly. I can't be! I was third in the list that rated all the guys in grade four from cutest to ugliest. But then again that was in grade four and the list turned out to be not real. Fuck. I'm ugly.

I study my body in the mirror starting at my feet that are hidden in my black running shoes. Are they too big? Are Kyle's feet smaller then mine? Are small feet sexy to girls? And what about my legs? They seem normal to me. Is my skin too pale? No that wouldn't be it. Kyle and I are about the same.

Wait I have it. It's not my fault. It's Cartman and Kyle's fault. Cartman changed Kyle's appearance earlier this week. He got Kyle new clothes and a haircut. And now that's all he wears is those new clothes and because he doesn't have to hide his Jew-fro now he doesn't wear that green hat anymore. That's what made Wendy attracted Kyle. Fucking bitch.

I guess the signs were all clear about Wendy falling for Kyle, calling him hotness and never taking her fucking beautiful violet eyes off him. I didn't pay attention though I thought Wendy was loyal to me. I thought wrong.

A tear wells up in my blue eye and rolls down my cheek. I hate Cartman for being so nice to Kyle. I hate Kyle for being so nice to Cartman. I hate them so much, they ruined my life and took away the only girl I will ever love.

Eyes blurry with tears I walk over to a picture I have posted on my wall. It's of Kenny, Cartman, Kyle and I standing next to the bus stop smiling like good old friends. I remember Kyle and I begging Butters to take the picture for us. I grab the picture and with trembling hands I stare at us. I feel anger inside of me when I see Kyle and Cartman standing next to each other smiling so happily.

Without even thinking I tear the picture in half and the two pieces fall to the floor. With some regret I lean down to pick them up but I stop myself before picking up the piece with the half of me and Kenny standing next to each other. The two halves are telling the truth of how it is now. Kyle and Cartman together as best friends happy and on the other half me and Kenny. I have to see Kenny he's all I've got now.

I leave the two halves on the floor and I search my room for a phone. God damn it someone took my cordless, it must have been Shelley.

I wipe the tears out of my eyes and I walk down the hall to the closed door of Shelley's room.

"Shelley do you have my cordless?" I yell.

"Shut up turd, I'm on the phone!" screams Shelley back.

I shrug to myself and I head back to my room. I'll have to call Kenny later.

When I return into my room I look in the mirror one more time. Wendy must be wacked. I'm not ugly. And I'm wacked in the head for thinking so. There's tons of girls out there that would die to date me. I'm sure of it. It has to be true. I'll ask out Esther or maybe Red on Monday.

But whatever I do I will get Kyle and Cartman back. I'll just have to look for the right timing.