STAN

"Kenny!" I screamed pushing Kyle's face into my shoulder away from Kenny as quickly as I can. Kenny looks shocked and nothing never surprises Kenny. He is standing there with his mouth hanging open.

"Stan…."

"Get out!" I yell at him with the anger clear in my voice. Kenny slams the door. I can hear his footsteps going down the hall. I didn't mean to yell at him but he saw Kyle. Oh my god, he saw Kyle. Kyle pulls out my shoulder with labored breathing.

"Oh my god…." cried Kyle. "He saw me! He saw us!"

"We don't know that," I reply pulling Kyle off me. I must try and remain positive. I can't bear the thought of losing Kyle. Not now, not after all of this. I don't even bother getting cleaned up. I go to the draw grabbing some sweats. "Stay here I will be right back." I head out into the hall looking down at the guestroom where the light is on. I go up to the door opening it without even knocking. "What the fuck Kenny!"

"I-I'm sorry…." he replied. "I passed out up here…." Of fucking course.

"You just barged into my room," I replied folding my arms. "No knocking…what the hell…"

"Me!" exclaims Kenny. "You're fucking some guy you call Kyle who looks just like Kyle but I'm the weirdo." I blush because he just made me sound like a crazy idiot. Doesn't matter, this might save Kyle if Kenny thinks it isn't Kyle.

"Whatever…" I muttered. "I would like for you to leave."

"Fine," said Kenny snatching his shoes up from the floor. He has got some nerve being mad at me. I allow Kenny to walk out into the hall. I sigh because I'm not use to be this stress. I follow behind Kenny noticing he slows down before making a dash for my room door.

"Kenny stop!" I scream trying to beat him to the knob. I lose out due to the fact he was closer. He walks into the room as I run behind him running into his back knocking him down. I glance up seeing Kyle run into the bathroom closing the door with a slam.

"Oh my god….." said Kenny from the floor. "That was Kyle….Oh my god….."

"No….no…." I cry shaking my head no. "No, it wasn't." I can hear my voice already starting to break down. I begin to shake as I try not to cry. I can't lose Kyle again. I can't, I just can't. I hear the bathroom door open with Kyle peeking his head out.

"We mid as well tell him, Stan….." says Kyle. "I'm going to die now anyway." Kyle slowly walks out of the bathroom wearing one of my tee shirts and a pair of my sweat pants.

"What the fuck is going on!" exclaimed Kenny standing up. "I mean we saw you! We saw your body in the casket!"

"Let us explain….." says Kyle.

"Us!" exclaims Kenny. He turns around looking at me. "What the fuck do you mean us?" I can't even form thoughts. All I can think is I am going to lose Kyle because of Kenny in a sense. I should have never had this damn party! "I thought you had a boyfriend? What the fuck is going on?" I take a shaky deep breath.

"Kenny…." I say slowly. "I would rather not go into details. I just want you to leave us alone, please." By Kenny's face I can tell some information is sinking in.

"This is your long distance boyfriend….oh god…." Kenny grabs his chest. He has never been a dummy. Sure, he was poor in school and looked dirty but Kenny is smart as hell. I go over to him guiding him to sit down on the bench at the end of our bed. Kyle comes to stand beside me. I grab his hand tangling our fingers together while I still can.

"I am dead Kenny," says Kyle. "It's just Damien said he owed you a favor, he brought me back to life. The catch was only Stan could know. If anyone else found out the deal is off."

"Damien!" exclaimed Kenny. I can't begin to describe the overwhelming look on his face. "W-what!"

"It was weird," I say jumping in. "I had no idea he even did this. Like I gave the cat a peck and it turned into Kyle."

"I didn't know I was myself for months," says Kyle. "I literally thought I was a cat." Kenny rubs his temples. "I know this is a lot of information but doesn't matter now." Kyle lays his head sadly on my shoulder.

"It would be you, wouldn't it," says Damien appearing in the room. I jump a little. I hate that he can do that. Just appear in a room whenever he wants. Kenny stares at him. He doesn't look surprised to see him, um okay…

"How come you didn't tell me?" asked Kenny standing up. "Damien, this is pretty serious. Your dad is going to kill you." Damien shrugs walking closer to us.

"My dad doesn't know," says Damien. Kyle sighs.

"Are you here to take me?" he asks causing me to hold his hand tighter.

"No," he replies stunning us. "Since Kenny has died and been brought back me numerous times, it's fine if he knows." Kenny runs his hands through his hair closing the space with Damien.

"I know I told you to ease his suffering but this," he says gesturing to us.

"I thought it was a great idea," says Damien. "Look at them….I think they have sex every single day, loving each other, got a house together in the middle of nowhere. I mean they have really made this work. They love each other, that is very clear. Besides Kyle only has 15 to 20 years, that is how long house cats can live." Damien reaches out touching Kenny's hair. "I kind of miss seeing you Ken….." Kenny grabs his hand in a way that let me know something happened between him and Damien. Whoa…..

"I'm trying not to die anymore," says Kenny. "You can't keep using your powers to bring me back." When did Kenny die? I mean if Damien did bring him back, we wouldn't remember.

"I know," sighs Damien sounding human. "I could have just kept you with me but that would have been wrong." Kenny looks down for a moment before staring back at Damien.

"Thank you, for doing this for Stan," he says.

"I did it for you," corrects Damien. "You have to follow the same rules. You can't tell anyone about Kyle." D-does this mean he isn't going to take Kyle. My heart starts to beat harder at the thought.

"I didn't tell anybody about you bringing me back to life," says Kenny. "You know I won't say anything. I got this, it's nothing new." Damien stops staring at Kenny long enough to look at Kyle and me.

"Consider yourselves lucky," says Damien. He looks at Kenny and I know he is in love with him. "Can I spend some time with you tonight?" Kenny smirks.

"Sure," he replies. "I guess I owe you. Your dad won't be looking for you, will he?"

"Nope," says Damien shifting his fiery eyes at Kyle and I. "Not a word about this to anyone." Kenny gives me this look that tells me he will explain everything later.

"We promise," says Kyle. "Thank you for not taking me." Damien nods walking out the door pulling the door closed softly with his powers. I don't start breathing until I hear Kenny's car startup. I'm sure Damien could get them home quickly but who knows. Kyle falls into my arms. "Oh god, I was so scared….." Kyle begins to cry softly. I rub his back understanding why he would be scared. I lead Kyle to our bed having him lay down before I join him. I lay down facing him and he is still shaking. I grab Kyle's hand holding it tightly. "I thought he was going to take me away."

"I know…" I reply. "I seriously thought everyone was gone. God Kenny…."

"He probably heard us," says Kyle before chuckling through his sniffles. "When did Kenny die?"

"Who knows," I replied. "I figured when Damien mentioned Kenny it was from when we were in the 3rd grade. I think Kenny will tell us the story now though."

"He should," sighs Kyle. "I…I want to stay with you for as long as I can." I pull Kyle closer to me.

"I know," I told him. "I want to marry you." Kyle's eyes get wide.

"W-what…." he stammers.

"I want to marry you," I tell him delicately. "I know I can't marry a dead guy but I wanted to get us rings…..awww do you think that is stupid."

"No!" exclaims Kyle smiling. "It's…..really sweet. I can't believe I was worried you would go out with Wendy." I laugh.

"I wouldn't," I confirm. "I'm not going out with anyone. We can have our own private ceremony. We don't need a piece of paper to tell us that we love each other." Kyle leans in kissing my cheek before kissing my neck. I wrap my arm around his waist almost wanting to make love to him again. I begin to kiss his shoulder causing him to moan.

"Make love to me Stan," he moans after a minute.

"Okay," I agree glad to know he feels the same way.