Sharon's take on her son's relationship.

Characters: Stanley Marsh, Kyle Broflovski, Sharon Marsh

The boys are 16, I really enjoyed writing this one.

A Mother's View

Sharon cleared her throat as she got in from work. Stan and Kyle had been laid across the couch, kissing deeply. They jolted apart, making Sharon laugh.

"Sorry to interrupt," Sharon chuckled, "But I wanted to know what you boys wanted for dinner."

"I don't really care," Stan replied.

"Neither do I," Kyle agreed.

"I'll just order pizza then," Sharon smiled, "I can't be bothered cooking."

Stan smiled as Kyle nuzzled his chest, Stan was lying across the couch and Kyle was lying on top of him.

Sharon walked into the kitchen and smiled as she picked up the phone. She was happy that her son had found someone who he loved so much and she was happy that the person loved him just as much back. She could see it in their eyes, the glances they shared when they had an idea or had a thought.

Sometimes, it seemed to her that they could seem like they had a high school crush. Lingering touches when they passed something to the other, blushes after the slightest display of affection.

But what stuck out to her them most, was that they were still best friends even with their relationship. She'd come home from work many times to see them playing video games and cursing at the other, or to see them having insult wars, seeing who could make the other unable to return the insult first, or to see them just plain wrestling, trying to make the other say uncle (despite Stan's larger size and more muscle, it was usually Kyle who won).

Sharon had always liked Kyle from when he had been Stan's best friend as kids. The boy had always been well-mannered and respectful. One was rarely seen without the other and that still held true. Sharon at least knew that Stan had made a good choice when it came to his other half.

She had laughed at how corny they were at times, like when Stan would ask Kyle out to a fancy restaurant just to impress him even though Kyle preferred a night in to just be them, or how Kyle would pick a horror film on family movie nights because he knew Stan would get scared and cuddle up to him. She had chuckled when Stan had stolen Kyle's hat just because he loved his hair, or when she found out that Kyle's favourite hoodie to wear was actually Stan's and how Stan had to get a new jersey for the high school American football team because Kyle used the first one as a pyjama top, she knew that Stan didn't care, the possessive side of him loved the 'MARSH' that was printed on the back when it was on Kyle, showing that the Jew was his.

She couldn't stand the time they had gotten into an argument and refused to speak to each other for a week. Kyle had slept on the couch for that week (the bags under his eyes showed that he hadn't slept, he'd just laid there for the night) and Stan had been glum for the week. The tension at the dinner table had been so thick that it could be cut with a knife. Stan and Kyle would glare at each other from opposite sides, but Sharon could see something in the anger that ignited their eyes, she could see longing in their gaze, they just wanted to apologise to each other and go back to normal, but neither wanted to lose the argument.

She had come home from work at the end of the week to see them kissing deeply and passionately, tears streaming down their faces, constantly whispering 'I'm sorry' or 'I love you' whenever their lips parted. They looked like the other was a drug and they were just getting their fix after trying to stay away. It was obvious where their kissing ended up leading to, but they had never looked happier after coming back down.

She walked back into the living room, where they were just lying in comfortable silence.

"Pizza's on the way," She said as she sank into the armchair.

They didn't move or respond, she wondered whether they had even listened.