KYLE

I'm sitting on the bed drinking a glass of OJ. It's been a little over a week since Stan and I have become intimate. Is it weird that he is everything I ever thought he would be? I mean he makes Louis look even more like shit. Stan has no idea what he is doing but he is learning quickly. He always makes sure I'm satisfied in every way possible. I stare at the computer screen taking in the current house layout. I really like it. Has a decent amount of land, next neighbor is half a mile away. It would put us about an hour away from South Park, not bad.

Two story house, 4 bedrooms, decent size kitchen, dining room, family room, and living room. Very old school because most houses don't come with a family room anymore. Usually a living room and what they now call open space or game room. The house runs 2300 hundred square feet with a carport but no garage. I don't mind that since I'm not the one driving. I'm sure Stan will hate it during those snowy months, but he has dealt with it since he started driving. His parents parked in the garage while he parked outside. The current owners actually have a little garden in the back yard, and I know Stan is going to love that. He has been wanting us to cook with more fresh ingredients to live a longer happier life. I add the house to the list of other houses I have viewed but this one is my favorite by far. I look up when I hear the door.

What the hell? Stan is not off yet, it's only a little afternoon, he hasn't even had lunch yet. I move the laptop going to the door peaking out into the open space. I see blonde hair as the girl is missing with her bag. She looks up and it's Annie!

Shit! No one can know I'm here! I look around trying to decide where to hide. I have no idea why she is here and what she will do. I grab Stan's spare cell off the nightstand crawling under the bed to the very back. I'm thankful to be small as hell along with the fact Stan has a tall bed. Otherwise, I don't think I could fit under here. I'm so scared that I'm shaking. So glad Stan got me this prepaid for emergencies. I still consider it to be his spare phone. I'm on my belly far back as possible as I can go curling up. I send Stan a text message.

Kyle: Stan! Annie is in your apartment!

Stan responded immediately.

Stan: WHAT THE FUCK! I'M ON MY WAY!

I put the phone down staring at the doorway which I can see clearly from under the bed. I wonder what is she doing here? I know Stan didn't give her a key. After a few minutes, I see her walking into the bedroom. She is sporting some knee-high boots and gods know what else, I can only see her boots. I hear her giggle as she jumps on the bed making it shake above me. She seems to be moving around a bit.

"What have you been up to Stan?" she questions out loud. I hear more movement. "A house huh? Why so far away? This house is big for just him…. interesting." I see her feet appear over the bed as she walks to the closet. So glad I didn't go in there now because she would have seen me for sure. I see her boots as she is doing whatever it is she is doing. It feels like forever before she comes out of the closet. She lays back on the bed I guess, I have no idea what she is doing. I hear soft moans causing to cringe and almost gag. Oh my god….she is not doing what I think she is. I lay there listening to sounds of pleasure spilling out of her mouth without a care in the world.

I hear the front door slam shut loudly scaring me and Annie. I can hear the bed shaking as if she is trying to gather herself. I watch as I see Stan's feet appear in the doorway as if he ran from the front door.

"Stan!" exclaims Annie.

"What the fuck are you doing here!" demanded Stan. "Did you really just break into my apartment?"

"I wouldn't call it that…" said Annie swinging her feet over the bed. She stands up walking into Stan's personal space. "Why haven't you been returning my messages or calls? We're suppose to be friends and you completely cut me off."

"I have been checking in on you," says Stan. "We are friends I don't have to text you every single day. That still does not explain why you broke in my god damn apartment." I can hear the fury in Stan's voice.

"I'm sorry…" sighed Annie. "That was not the smartest thing to do….are you going to press charges."

"No," says Stan. "But following this, I don't want you contacting me anymore. I mean this is unhealthy Annie."

"What do you mean unhealthy!" she exclaimed.

"Annie you broke into my apartment," says Stan sounding like he is fed up. "I don't have more say to you at the moment, can you please leave." I see Annie's feet closing in on Stan.

"You're getting a house out in the country," she states. Stan backs away from Annie. "I thought you liked it here in South Park."

"I don't have to explain shit to you," says Stan. "Get the fuck out my apartment before I decide to press charges." I see Annie's feet quickly disappear as Stan follows. I'm still too scared to move. I see Stan's feet finally reappear. "Kyle," I crawl out from under the bed with him quickly embracing me. "Thank god you're so smart." I bury my face into his shoulder so glad that he is here. Stan is kissing my cheek.

"I'm sorry you had to leave work….." I say looking up at him finally. "I really didn't want you to leave work."

"It's okay," said Stan. "Thank god I got that phone. I mean what the hell? You could have been seen! Like…ugh….." I hug Stan again trying to calm him down.

"It's okay dude, it worked out," I muttered into this shoulder. That is a total lie. It is not okay. I'm so happy being here with Stan and it almost got ruined.

"I'm not returning to work today," he says suddenly.

"Are you sure?" I asked. "I don't want your job…"

"I have been on that job for 3 years," says Stan. "Trust me they're not going to fire me over a family emergency. How are you feeling?" Stan is staring at me so intensely, the love reflecting clearly in his eyes.

"Better now that you're here….." I admit softly. I pull out of his embrace sitting on the bed sighing. Stan pulls his shoes off before sitting beside.

"You got that look," he said. "What's wrong?"

"I was so s-scared….." I say with my voice cracking. "I really thought I was going to die again. I feel like I'm finally getting my life back and then she…."

"She's not going to bother us anymore," says Stan. "I promise." I glance at him and I know he means it. Stan leans in kissing me turning me into cat form meowing because I was not ready. "Shit, sorry. You just look so cute and sad." Stan picks me up from the floor sitting me on the bed before he kisses me again. I wait until I feel normal in my body. Granted I can change back and forth between a cat, but it does feel tiring. "So sorry….."

"It's okay," I say finding my voice. I'm naked thanks to shrinking out of the clothes when I turned into a cat. I reach down for my shirt and Stan stops me. I stare at him biting my lip, I have so much on my mind. I know he wants to know exactly what that is. "I'm ready for us to move, especially after what just happened."

"I know," said Stan. "I'm ready to protect you, protect us." I smile at him as he always knows the right thing to say.

"I was putting together a list," I explain. "Before the crazy Barbie broke in here, I was looking at this property." I grab the laptop taking off the screensaver. I show it to Stan and his face lights up. He takes the laptop from me so he can get a better look.

"This is perfect!" he exclaims. "They have a garden!"

"I knew you would like the garden," I exclaim smiling at him. "Isn't is great!" Stan stares at me grinning hard.

"It's perfect," he says before kissing my cheek softly.