Author's Notes: Again...this is the story's Interlude so this chapter is narrated instead of POV-based. Obviously, it's nowhere near as long as the previous chapter...

Summary: The morning after...

Interlude

Narrator's POV

And with that, the night before was over. Now, it was the morning after. The soft morning breeze whistled through the small angle of the open window and across the master bedroom. Kyle, laying angled right with Stan still asleep leaning on his bare chest, had been half-awake for a few minutes now. The morning sunshine was creeping across the room and onto the warming bed covers. Not only had he been spending his awake time figuring out a way to wriggle out of Stan's cuddling grasp of his body, but he also reflected on last night through soft smiles and lazy eyes.

Finally, he began to make his move carefully out of Stan's presence. Slowly moving out and gently placing Stan back onto the bed and folding the covers over him, Kyle grabbed a nearby gown and made his way out of their bedroom. Passing the boy's bedroom, he took a quick peak in to see both Daniel and Miles still asleep. As usual, Daniel lying full-stretched across his bed and Miles face-first in the pillows. Walking down the marble stairs and embracing the next strength of morning sunshine, much to the loathing of his eyes, he walked into the kitchen to grab the only traditional coffee he'll ever have for the whole day.

20 minutes and half a cup of now luke warm coffee later, Kyle was checking up on any messages or business contacts he may have on his state-of-the-art laptop...if you could call them that now. Suddenly, from nowhere, Stan walked in - scratching his messed up black hair and stretching his arms.

"Morning dear..." Kyle smiled, looking up at his Stanny.

"Morning Kyle...oh God, what a night." He smiled with tired eyes.

"THE night, more like..." Kyle smirked – walking over to Stan. Taking his hands, he guided him over to a coffee maker. "You still look tired...why don't you go back to bed?"

"Nah...I wanna be up. You disappeared from me just now...I was worried..." He laughed to which Kyle gave him a quick kiss.

"Well...you shouldn't be worried...you know. I'd always want to be next to you...but...YOU had quite a tight hold on me too..." He winked.

"I guess..." Sipping a small bit of coffee, his energy started to come back. "...so...what's on today's schedule, my love..."

"Well there won't be any of THAT...that's for sure..."

"Awwwwww..." Stan joked. "Can we still keep it at a "certain"...level, then..."

"Only if you're willing to RETURN the favor..." And as soon as the hint was heard, Stan moved forward and wrapped his arms around his husband – kissing him for over ten seconds in the light of the morning rays. "I'll take that as a yes then..."

Ambient footsteps tip-toed their way from out of the corridor and into the kitchen. Stan and Kyle turned around with confused looks to see a drained white-faced Kenny looking down at the ground in utter shock. Dressed in nothing but a white shirt and shorts, it was as if someone had sucked the soul right out of his body – there was no clear sign of life in that body of his, at all.

"Oh God..." He said in a faint voice. "Oh...GOD..." The faint tone became colder and more nervy.

"Kenny...dude...you OK?"

"OH GOD..." He looked up – eyes as wide as saucers. "...guys...what happened to me last night?"

"What?!"

"Last night...was I...acting...different...than I usually am."

"No...why?"

"Well...I woke up this morning...and...and...I turned to my right..." He shut his eyes in embarassment. "...to see...that I was lying next to another guy...another guy IN MY bed...and what's worse...is that...I think...it was the same guy I met...last night...OH...GOD!"

Stan and Kyle didn't know whether to show shock...or pleasurable delight at the look on Kenny's face. Their sweet sweet plan for revenge had worked...and yet, they couldn't stop staring with shocked faces at the pale ghostly look on their friend's face. "M-maybe...you...y'know...just had a lil' too much to drink Kenny. Everyone makes mistake with alcohol sooner or later, dude..."

"No...NO NO NO...it can't be...it can't be that. OH GOD...what have I done?" With his hands pressed tightly against his face, Kenny walked out of the room in what looked like bitter guilt, but more importantly, disgust with himself.

"DUDE..." Stan said. "...I think we kinda over-did a little..."

"...What? Oh come on Stan, it was only a joke."

"Kyle, did you see the look on his face...he wasn't even the Kenny we know...dude, we need to apologize to him and tell him the truth..."

"WHAT, are you crazy!? How can we apologize for something like THAT...do you really think it's something we can just "apologize" over..."

"I know...but we can't just sit here and watch him suffer like that – the dude's a wreck, you saw that..."

"Yyyyyyeh...I guess so." Kyle took a deep breath. "Alright...let's go talk to him..." Taking hold of Stan's hand, the two began to make their way out of the kitchen and in the direction of the living room where the drained Kenny had disappeared towards.

Already, Kyle was organising an essay-styled explanation and apology of what actually happened and what those two had done, in his head. The room was seemingly quiet as they approached the ceiling arch to the room. Kyle was expecting Kenny to be making at least some kind of noise – loud panting, crying, anger, confusion...anything at all. But there was still that sense of morning silence as they continued walking up the corridor.

And suddenly just as they passed the arch and were in-sight of Kenny, "SUCKERS!" cried out from the side to which a blast of chanelled water came rushing out. Getting a full blast of cold water in the face, both Stan and Kyle saw past the wet blur to see Kenny holding one of those new-and-improved double-barrel toy water-guns. "Wakey-wakey...love-birds! You two REALLY need to open your eyes and cool down a little..." He began as soon as the blast had gladly ended. "All that worrying and stressing out is gunna get you all hot-under-the-collar..." He placed the water-gun down. "...then again...you're gunna need more than just water to cool you two down from LAST NIGHT...huh...HA HA."

"What the..." Kyle said with confusion – drenched from the shoulders up in water as the droplets slowly moved down his body.

"Did you REALLY think that I wouldn't realise something like that would happen...OH COME ON...I was hoping your little plan would come sooner rather than later..."

"WHAT?! But you..."

"Yeh yeh yeh...I slept with a guy...so what...it's not as if it's anything new for you two, is it...ha ha."

As soon as the two had dried themselves off comletely, a few more minutes passed and Kenny continued with his ridiculous comedic gloating. The penny finally dropped and the smirks were risen once more. "You forget Kenny...you're GAY now..." Kyle was quick to point out with a pointed finger and a large delighted smirk.

"Yeh...you're one of us now..." Stan added – laughing along. "...you still fell for it."

"One of you, HA! You make it sound so "exclusive"...yes, you may have got me to bed a guy...but that doesn't mean I'm out of the closet...because I was never in my coat-holder in the first place..."

"Oh come on Ken..."

"Ken?! Ha ha ha...is that my gay-name now?"

"Would you like it to be..."

"Would you like seaweed in your pasta meal tonight, sir..." Kenny laughed – showing once more that he can out-joke anybody.

"Admit it Kenny...the signs have ALWAYS been there...remember back when we were teens, the day before you did your disappearing trick on all of us. You kissed us both dam it, isn't THAT a sign enough."

"And isn't ME reading naughty magazines of girl's naughty areas ANOTHER sign that's ALWAYS been there, hmmmmm?"

They both soon realised. "Still...that makes you, Mr. McCormick...a Bi-Boy..."

Kenny giggled under his breath. "Well..."

"HA, you're denying it...face it Kenny...you're Bi..."

Kenny, pretending to look as if he was blushing and embrassed, soon began to laugh at the ridiculousness of it. "Oh...ALRIGHT...you got me...I surrender officers...you've caught me red-handed...or should I say...pink-handed..." He laughed again. "But...this doesn't change anything..."

"Oh, doesn't it?"

"NO...Mr. Marsh-Broflovski and his se-...I mean good-looking husband..." He smirked to which Stan smirked also. "...and then, Mr. 'Le Scruff' McCormick can still get on with their rich-filled lives of sex, porn, wine and business...without anybody knowing...thoroughly...correctamondo?"

"Correct..." Kyle replied – noticing Kenny was looking at him in a way to say that he was still to say something else. "Errr...amondo..."

"Oh bloody marvelous dear-boy..." Kenny spoke in a stereotypical posh British accent. "...it looks like the Jew's class is as big as his hair..."

"ANYWAY...can we just get back to normality, please?" Stan asked – breaking the ridiculousness of the conversation.

"If, by normal, you mean...us three still friends...us three having a fucking good laugh and at the end...me getting on your nerves with all the filthy jokes to which you counter-react with all your lovey-dovery flirting?"

"...Pretty much..."

"Good..." Kenny walked over to them and moved behind both of them – putting his arms around both of them and peeping his head through the opening. Smirking devillishly, he spoke. "...because you got a whole load of filth and humor coming your way for the rest of our dam lives...tee hee hee."

And so, Kenny made his way into the kitchen to prepare both families with morning breakfast. "Oh...and by the way..." He called. "...I presume that was supposed to be only just a one-night stand...right?"

"Unless you want otherwise..." Kyle called with a laugh.

"I'll take that as a definite yes then..." Kenny replied to which Stan and Kyle laughed. "...because I'm back to envisioning girls on top of me, tonight."

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7 Days Later...

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"Come on...our plane's waiting..." Kyle called – bag weighing heavily on his shoulder.

"Coming dad..." Miles replied – rushing down the stairs with his brother and out of the door towards one of the black classy cars waiting out front.

And as Kyle turned around and swiped the door with the sensor key card to lock it, Kenny appeared from the side with his own bag. "So...we're off are we?"

"We sure are...off to destination number 2..."

"Is that supposed to be a reference of some kind..."

Kyle gave him an odd look to which Kenny laughed. The fact that Kyle was smart enough to catch the punch-line of pretty much everyone of his jokes, satisfied Kenny's filthy and ridiculous sense of humor. "What is it with you and the number 2..."

"Nothing...it goes with a toilet instead of me..." Again, Kenny was given another odd look. "Ah chill Kyle...go and flirt-out with YOUR Stanny or sumin...just don't over-do it...you've got kids now..."

"Says the guy with a boy AND a girl who's now Bi..." Kyle winked.

"Says THE guy with...with...BIG BUSHY RED HAIR..." Kenny laughed. "OK, I got nothing on that one..."

"Ha ha...come on, you love being Bi..."

"WILL love...just don't expect me being as...sexually focused...as YOU are...hell, I could never compete with you on that front."

"Shut up Kenny...come on...they're all waiting...let's go..."

"Got'cha...hey...do you think they have jacuzzis in five-star..or should I say...TWO-STAR hotels in London..."

"I don't know..."

"Either way...you're pretty much fucked in the love-quality department when we get there, Kyle..."

"SHUT UP KENNY!" Kyle cried in slight annoyance but with a smirk to which Kenny laughed – realising he'd wound Kyle up successfully once more.

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10 Minutes Later...

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"WHAT?! My birth-place?"

"That's right Miles...we're heading off to where you were first born..."

As soon as he heard the name, the red-fro'd boy was even more confused. "London? You mean London, England?"

"That's right..." Kyle ended – leaving Miles in a state of both confusion and curiosity. Miles' face began to shine with slight excitement at the prospect at seeing his birth-country for the first time ever. And all the way through the journey to the airport...Kyle had doubts in his mind about whether he should have told his son that. Something in Kyle's mind was telling him over and over...that sometimes, some truths should be kept hidden. And it wouldn't be long before he'd fully realise the error of his ways.

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Author's Comments: Yeh...crappy chapter, but it was only an Interlude, what did you expect?! At least you have a cliff-hanger now going into the second part of the story. Anyway..."And it wouldn't be long before he'd fully realise the error of his ways"...and this is where the story gets a little more dramatic. There's going to be a lot of Miles-focused story-telling coming up...and a lot more new developments you'll find out about later on. Like I said...sometimes, some truths should be kept hidden.