Oh wow, thanks so much guys! I got a bunch of comments! I woke up and checked my email, and there was like 6 new comments! It means so much guys, seriously! And yeah, I'll try and work on my dialogue, just for you, Dezzi! Promise! :) And my friends and I do occasionaly say no shit sherlock ;) It might take the time with my dialogue issues, but it will get better, eventually.

And the Style will get happier, but not Kyle. If that makes sense to you! And with Bunny, well, you're gona have to see what happens.

And it is going to get supper depressing maybe even slightly emo in the next few chapter, so if you don't wana read depressing hard-core sad stuff, then don't read it! There might be some stuff like that in this one, but I'm not H.I.V positive yet ;)

Oh and I saved this chapter while I was listening to "Your love is a lie" by Simple Plan, hence, the name. Youtube the song, it's great!

Here you go! And by the way, this is the longest one yet! ;D

Kyle's POV

When I got to Sizzlers, Stan was already there, waiting for me outside. We exchanged 'hey dudes', and walked inside. When we got to our booth, it was slightly awkward. We always came here with Kenny and Butters, never alone. It was weird to sit on the opposite side of the booth, since we always sit together.

We sat in silence, reading our menus, for no reason at all. We both knew what we were getting, we always got the exact same thing, every single time.

"So," Stan broke the silence, closing his menu. "tell me what happened."

I started from the beginning, even saying the whole part about Ike creeping my stuff. I'm surprised I was brave enough to say that he found about me liking him. Stan nodded, saying 'mhmm' every time I made a point. Finally, when I was done, he started talking again.

"Rough man. They don't know you left?" I shook my head. "you wana talk about it? Or take your mind off of it. Your choice."

I told him I wanted to take my mind off of it, and he seemed glad. Maybe all my family crap was annoying him. We ordered our food, and made small talk until it came. Never once did either of us mention me liking him, or him liking me. In a way, I was glad. It could be awkward. At the same time, I wanted to talk about it, to know if it was stupid of me to ever like him, to ever even think he could like me back.

Once the food came, though, Stan risked the awkwardness, and brought it up. Maybe he thought that if it got awkward, we could always eat and save ourselves the pain of just sitting there.

"So, Kyle," he started, with a full mouth, but at the same time was smiling. "I like you."

"I like you too, dude."

In case he didn't mean it like that, I could always say I meant as a friend. I had to be safe.

"Okay, great. Now that we have that cleared out of the way, let's talk about it," I thought I would be the one who always had to talk about things, but I guess Stan is a talker too.

"Alright..." I said, nervously.

"Parents don't know. Only you, and Kenny know."

"Kenny?" I never told Kenny about my liking Stan. I'm surprised Stan let it slip.

"He figured it out, I mean, he said he had a very strong 'gaydar'. But do you care if people know?"

"I mean, I wouldn't mind, but if everyone knows, then Mom and Dad will find out. They said that I was never to bring this stuff up, so they would get soo pissed if I got a boyfriend."

"You wana be my boyfriend?"

"Are you asking me to be, or are you asking if I asked?"

"Both," he procedded to shove a french-fry into his mouth.

Now I officially had my first boyfriend, and hopefully the only one I will ever have. I'm surprised he doesn't think this is a big deal or anything. I sure do, but I'm happier if he doesn't act as it is. I just can't believe he likes me, like that. I mean, I guess we've always had the strongest friendship out of anyone in South Park, but who knew it would ever turn into anything romantic?

"So, we shouldn't tell everyone?" He said, after yet another fry.

"I don't think so. But we should tell Kenny and Butters."

"Yea, for sure them."

Kenny and Butters were already gay together as it is, or at least we all think so. And plus, Kenny knows about Stan liking me. They won't be shocked, grossed out or pissed. If they're happy together, then Stan and I can be.

We mostly talked about random things and school related stuff while we finished our food. I was fine with that. It's not like things should change too much now that we are 'together'. Sure, he's my boyfriend now, but I still need my best friend too.

We finished our food after what seemed like forever, and went to pay. I pulled out all the money in my pocket, but Stan stopped me.

"I got this," he winked, and handed the man two $20 bills.

We walked out, and headed towards our homes. Before we parted ways, Stan brought it up again. "You wana go on a date sometime?"

"Well, duh. Tomorrow, after school? Then I won't get in trouble for leaving the house. I can say it was homework stuff."

"Sure, dude. Bye," he said, before leaving.

Butters' POV

Gee, that kiss between Kenny and I sure felt special. Yeah, I kissed girls before, but never a boy. And none of those stupid girls kissed as good as Kenny, who had years of experiance. None of the other kisses had been that romantic, either, and I never heard bells, and I sure did this time.

After that kiss, we sat there, laying under a tree, talking until it got dark out. We're headed for Kenny's house now. No way in heck am I steppin' foot in my house again. Stupid dad.

He shouldn't do that. I should have stopped him. I could have told Kenny months ago, and I wouldn't have some of these bruises. I guess maybe if I told him back then, then this wouldn't have happened now. I don't think I would change any of my past, because then, I might not be here with Kenny, holding hands with the boy I love.

I know I can't live with Kenny. I slept over at his house once, and his mattress was so tiny and old that the metal supports were poking my side. It hurt, but it was better then being at home. Still, I don't think I could live there anyway. They don't have enough food for themselves, let alone for me. Plus, I'm sure they don't have any spaghetti-os, and I can't live without my spaghetti-os.

I'll just stay here tonight, and go to grandmas after school or something. Grandma doesn't like Dad either, so I'm sure she wouldn't say anything. Plus, her house isn't too far.

When Kenny and I come into view of his house, a car is there, and I recognize it. It takes me a second, but then I realise. It's my dad's car.

"Holy crackers, Kenny! That's my dad!"

"Shi-out!" Kenny obviously avoided swearing in front of me. What a gentleman!

"Come on!" I grab his hand. He is always the one who starts to run, or comes up with the plan. Not this time. I am not going to let him decide to do something else. There is no way I'm getting caught sneaking out, or much less with a boy, who is now my official boyfriend.

This time, thought, we don't run. We just back up slowly, and walk away. He will be there for quite sometime, getting anything out of Kenny's parents that he can.

Okay so I stopped it at a bad point, but I had been working on this for awhile so I had to stop.

I worked on it for awhile, and I hope it shows. Give me your honest opinions! I want to try and get a bunch of reviews again. I love reviews... om nom nom... :)

Anyway this one was more happy, but next one=depressing shit.

xoxo

Meghan