Kyle wakes up to the sound of his alarm clock, he groans and rolls over onto his back, shutting it off one last time before he opens his eyes.

"Get up…" He moans to himself, pushing his legs off the bed in order to wake himself up a little. God, if only he could stay in bed forever….

"Kyle?" Ike says from somewhere in the hallway a moment or two after the silence in Kyle's room. "Kyle, that's like the 4th time your alarm clock has gone off, get up."

"What?!" Kyle yelled, flopping onto the floor, he looks at his alarm clock. "8:34!?"

"K-Kyle?" Ike stammers out after the bang that was Kyle's body flailing to the ground, peeking around his door and into the messy room that belonged to his brother.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm getting up." Kyle grumbled, pushing himself up off the floor with a big groan.

"Okay, mom said she's going to make you breakfast." Ike then made his way back to his own room to get ready himself while Kyle winced, the thought of food making him feel sick, all those calories turning into fat… He couldn't have that. But he couldn't just skip breakfast. Maybe he'd just have a piece of toast or something.

'You don't have time anyway, fatty.' He thinks to himself. Maybe he'd skip breakfast just this once….

Kyle makes his way down the hallway and into the bathroom. There he brushed his teeth, combed his unmanageable 'jew fro' and uses the washroom. Not in that order.

He then goes back to his room and changes into a much-too-big T-shirt and a pair of baggy sweatpants before he grabs his math homework and jacket, he goes down the stairs, humming to himself, before tripping on the last step down. A small yelp rips from his throat as he smacks his face off of the wall at the bottom of the stairs.

"Kyle?! Ike?!" Sheila calls, rushing over to the stairs, seeing who it was. "Kyle! Are you okay?" She asks, concern in her tone.

"Yeah, I'm fine…" Kyle says, reaching up to his nose and feeling a warm liquid slowly streaming out of it, he looks down at his now wet with blood hand and curses.

"Let me get you a tissue," Sheila says, walking the few steps to the coffee table and back.

"Here." She hands him the tissues she got from off of the coffee table.

"Thank you." He says, standing up and grabbing the Kleenexes from his mother's hand he rolls up the end and sticks it up his nose gently.

"Well," He says, looking over his mother's concerned features, "I've gotta get to school."

"Oh, bubblah, let me take care of you, you're in pain!" She says, grasping his chin and looking at his nose.

"Can't! I've got Math for the first period, I can't be falling behind in my best subject!" He coroused happily despite the pain in his nose. Sheila looked him over for a few seconds, frowning before she sighs,

"I know you don't have a lot of time, but let me make you some toast before you go."

"Mom! Seriously, I can't-" he tries to excuse.

"Oh, come on, sweetie." She says kindly as Kyle's stomach did a somersault.

"O-okay…" he says, Sheila smiling warmly as she made her way into the kitchen, and after a few minutes she finally returns with two pieces of buttered toast

"Here you go Bubblah."

"Thanks…" Says Kyle with a very forced smile, then he exits the house and gets into his mom's old car, now his.

On the way to school he decides to pass the bus stop to see if Kenny needs a ride, but of course, he realizes rather lamely, the bus left 30 minutes ago. He verbally curses, realizing he had only wasted what little time he had left before school. How in the ever living fuck did he manage to forget about the one thing he had been freaking out about only moments prior. He guessed it was just his routine… checking to make sure Kenny had a nice way to school… he knew the students of SPHS weren't always that nice, especially when you're poor. He looked at the time in the car. "Shit! 8:56! School starts in 4 minutes! There's no way I'll make it in time!" he yells to himself while pressing his foot harder against the accelerator, before seeing a small orange dot on the side of the road growing larger.

Is that... Kenny…?

As he got closer he realized that yes, it was the (unknown to him) immortal boy. He pulls over beside Kenny and rolls down the passenger side window.

"You need a ride, Ken?" He asks, smiling at him.

"Yeah, why not." Says Kenny, opening the door and hopping in. "What happened to your nose?"

"Oh, that…" Says Kyle, embarrassed.

"What?" ….

"I tripped going down the stairs." Kyle grimaced.

"Oh, lmfao." Kenny jokes, laughing a little.

"Shut up, Kenny." He says, eyes rolling before focusing on the road once more. "So why aren't you taking the bus?"

"I woke up late and missed it." he says, "obviously."

"Oh, same…" Kyle says, ignoring the slightly snarky remark Kenny followed his answer up with. He knew he was joking. "Not the bus part… OBVIOUSLY, but I slept in too." Kyle laughs easily. Kenny smiles and notices the uneaten toast sitting on the car's dashboard.

"You gonna eat that? I'm starving." Kenny questioned and Kyle knew from his poor home life that the statement was probably true.

"No, go ahead and eat them, I'm not hungry." Kyle says.

He continues to drive and by the time they reach the school they're 6 minutes late. "Shit!" Kyle yells looking at the clock.

"Dude," says Kenny, "it's like five minutes, calm down."

"Yeah," Kyle slows his pace in the mad grab for his bag. "You're right…."

"I'm always right." Kenny grins at him.

"Whatever." Kyle groans, trying to remain calm, stepping out of the car at the same time as Kenny. "See you later!" He yells, running to the school doors, causing Kenny to roll his eyes.

"What a dweeb." Kenny mumbles fondly, looking amused.

OoO

"When's gym?" Stan asks Kyle.

"After this period." Kyle responds, sitting down at the desk beside Stan's.

"How DO you remember the schedule so well?"

"I don't know," Kyle says "I guess I just have a good memory, plus we've been following this schedule for 4 months now."

"Yeah, having a good memory makes you even smarter." Kyle could feel his face flush at the praise a bit, but he laughs instead of chewing Stan out for no good reason, like he wants to.

"I'm not that smart." He says calmly, because, well, he wasn't. Look at him in just the past month, a few comments from his friends had spurred him into some stupid diet, because he couldn't take the joking like a man, and was now acting like a 13 year old girl. Though he had always been concerned about his weight, watched what he ate… but he didn't want to remember what happened now. At all.

"Sure you are!" Stan cheers.

"Yeah, okay…" Kyle rolls his eyes as Stan frowns, a twinge of annoyance forming in Stan's chest. Kyle was obviously just too humble to not admit how smart he was, as there was no way he was too dumb to see… because, well, that just made no sense, did it? 'Too dumb to see how smart they are?' Nope, not a thing.

"You really are, you know. You always get one-hundred percents, you're in most of our advanced classes, and didn't you tell me your IQ was 129 when Mr. Mackey tested it in grade six? That's a pretty damn high IQ! In fact, that's considered gifted. I bet if you took an IQ test now, it would be even higher, I bet that you could even get any job you w-"

"I said yeah, Stanley! God." Yells Kyle, effectively cutting Stan's rambling off, as well as getting the whole class's attention. His face heats up at his actions and he looks down at his desk quickly, avoiding people's stares.

"Uh-oh, lover's quarrel?" Cartman laughs as Stan mouths the name 'Stanley', still trying to grasp the fact that his boyfriend had called him by his given name.

"How many times have we had to tell you Cartman, we're not gay." Lies Kyle with a hateful glare.

"The more you deny it the more I think it's true." Eric grins.

"Shut up, fatass."

"Whatever ass monger."

"Up yours Cartman."

"Faggot."

"Semon-breath."

"Dildo fucker."

"SPED."

"Okay class!" Yells Mr. Lynch, obviously hearing Kyle and Eric from the hallway along with the rest of their classmates, Who were watching with varying degrees of amusement. "I hope you got your English homework done." Mr. Lynch says sternly while Kyle and Cartman glare at one another for another long moment before reaching around their chairs and unzipping their bags to get their English assignment.

Mr. Lynch goes around the class and grabs everyone's homework, smiling as he does so. Once he finishes he says, "Okay, so today we are going to start a project, for this project you are going to write a report on a famous author. It needs to be at least one-thousand words, you are going to be working in pairs of three, so get to finding your partners." He claps his hands together once, while Kyle and Stan immediately look at each other and nod.

"Kenny, join me and Stan." Kyle calls, looking desperately across the room.

"Can't, I'm gonna ask these two smokin' hot ladies, Bebe and Red…. They want me." He said, whisper-yelling the last part and earning smirks from the girls.

"I guess you know what that means, Stan, Kahl. Say hello to your new partner!" Eric smirks evilly.

"Aww, Goddammit." Moans Kyle.

"Come on," says Eric. "It'll be fun.~"

"Craig!" Kyle shouts across the room.

"What?" Craig responds in his nasally voice.

"Join me and Stan!"

"Sorry, I'm with Tweek and Clyde."

"Token!"

"Yeah?"

"Be with me and Stan!"

"Can't, I'm with Jimmy and Wendy."

"Timmy!"

"Timmy?"

"He's with us." Groans Heidi, who is sitting next to Annie and the boy in the wheelchair.

"Okay, that last one was just insulting Kahl."

"Whatever fatass, and don't be rude to the disabled." Kyle spits. Cartman looks up at Kyle with big round eyes.

"So can I be in your group now, Kahl, …Stan?"

"Yes… And would you stop making that face? You look like an ugly child."

"Shut up Jew!" Eric snaps.

"How 'bout you make me?" Says Kyle.

"Oh, how about I just shove my cock in your mouth right here and now, I bet you'd like that fag, it'd definitely shut you up, anyway!"

"Shut the hell up Cartman." Stan fumed, not only because Eric was talking that way to Stan's boyfriend, but also because he and Kyle weren't too keen on anyone knowing their little secret, and with Cartman bringing it up all the time, even though he had no idea about it, they feel like they had lost somehow, not to mention people might catch on.

"Fine, fine, how about you shove your dick in Kahl's mouth instead, since you have a boner for him, Stan." Eric advises.

"I'd like that very much.~" Kyle purred, holding back a laugh as Eric's eyes as well as Stan's grew wide at this. Eric pauses for a second, obviously at a loss for what to say. His mouth opened and closed a few times like a fish before he points his finger in their direction,

"I knew it!" He yells triumphantly, "Stan, Stan, how does it feel knowing Kyle has a literal boner for you?" He nearly screeches, and Kyle mouths, 'play along.'

"Well, I feel pretty damn hot Cartman, A little hard too." Stan complies, watching in pure enjoyment as Eric's face turns beet red with embarrassment.

"W-what?" Eric's raised hand falls to his side and the two boys laugh at Eric's flushed face.

"turned on, Cartman?" Kyle chirps one last time, before they started discussing what author they should do their report on, Eric glaring between the two the whole time.

OoO

Gym came fast enough that day, they all went to the locker rooms to change into their gym uniforms, all but Kyle.

He usually went down the hall from the gym and changed in one of the bathroom stalls, safe from prying eyes, but today he was shaking it up a bit by waiting until everyone had changed and then going into the locker room.

"Smell ya later, Kahl!" Eric snickered as he made his way down the hall while Kyle dropped his books 'accidentally.'

"Let me help," Stan says, Kenny behind him as well, while Eric had continued on to gym class. Kyle waves them off though, as it's all part of the plan.

"It's fine," He responds, "I'll catch up with you guys later."

Once all the boys changed and headed out of the locker room Kyle sauntered down the hallway and took his chance and headed in, there he changed from his normal clothes to his gym outfit, doing so very quickly just in case anyone forgot anything and had to go back in. Boy, would he be embarrassed then, someone seeing his grotesque, fat stomach with no shirt on, or his overly large thighs without his sweatpants… it made him feel uncomfortable just thinking about it. He was probably bigger than Cartman for Christ's sake!

He sighed, pulling on the shitty 20 dollar pair of shoes the school gives out as part of its gym uniform, just finished getting dressed. He ties them up and exits the locker room swiftly.

"Broflovski, nice to see that you finally decided to show up, now, as you can see, everyone's running laps. I want you to get in there and start running too." Coach Winneger says with a crack of the knuckles No, it wasn't an intimidation technique, he just cracked various body parts on the daily.

"You got it, coach." Kyle winked at him.

"Good, now move!"

Kyle started running, pushing himself harder than anyone else, sprinting around the gym, ignoring the weird looks he gets.

"Look at that Jew run." Says Cartman in fake awe.

"Shut up, tubby, you're probably just jealous you would never be able to keep up." Stan laughs from beside him.

"Ay! I'm not tubby! I'm big-boned! I just haven't grown into my body yet!"

"Yeah, okay."Stan Muses, 'let's not forget you're sixteen now.' Went unsaid.

"I'm seriously!"

"I said okay, fatass."

"Well, if I'm so slow how come a jock like you can't outrun me, if you haven't noticed, we're going at the same pace here, smart one."

"I can outrun you, I'm CHOOSING to stay by your side so we can talk, 'SMART ONE.'" Stan chortles as Cartman looks unamused.

"Whatever." He says, annoyed.

After a few more minutes of running, coach Winneger finally yells, "Okay guys! Circle it up!" Once everyone joins in the circle the coach begins to explain the situation "Alright, today we're going to be playing basketball."

"Yes!" Stan whisper-yells, pumping his fist in the air. People look in his direction and his face immediately begins to feel warm. Kyle gives him a half-hearted smile and turns back to the coach.

"I'm going to give you a number, if you're a one, go to the left- my left- side of the gym. If you're a two, go to the right, again, my right."

"Got it." "Yeah." "Okay!" a few students said. Stan counted out the pairs of people and moved five people away from Kyle, ensuring that they would be on the same team, yet not making it too obvious he had moved. Though the fond eye-roll of the coach when he got in place was enough to tell him that maybe it was obvious.

"Bebe, one. Kevin, two. Esther, one. Kyle, two. Red, one. Annie, two. Wendy, one. Token, two. Clyde, one. Stan, two..." He said, continuing on to each and every student.

It ended up being Stan, Kyle and Kenny on one side of the gym, the total number of people on their team being ten people, one of those ten included Jimmy who couldn't really do anything. Although they were still outnumbered by one person, Cartman was on the opposite side of the gym and that was all that mattered to Kyle.

It took a few minutes to get ready, but when they did, everyone was excited, anticipation flowing through the gym. "Okay," said Coach Winneger. "Start!" He announced, throwing the ball up into the air above Stan from his team and Clyde from the opposite, the two tallest boys from each (Stan being 6" and Clyde being 6'1"), when the ball lets gravity take effect Stan jumps up and hits it back toward his team, obviously he could jump higher than him, despite the one inch Clyde had on him (which, to be honest wasn't really a huge difference). Annie grabs the ball and dribbles it down the court, Kevin rushes past her and she passes it to him, he shoots and makes the basket. Then it's the other team's ball, so Eric takes it and makes it to the other side of the gym, where Kyle smacks it out of his hand and Stan takes it instead.

"Damn Jew!" Eric shouts angrily. On the other end of the gym Stan dunks it. "Show off!" Cartman yells, making Stan grin. Kyle grins as well, before he makes his way down to the other side of the gym, he was usually better at getting the ball out of people's hands and passing it along to other people, and though cherry picking wasn't his strong suit, it's good to try new things, right…?

Wrong.

As soon as Kyle gets to the other side of the gym the ball is thrown at him by Stan, probably harder than intended. He tries to catch it, but it flies past his hands and hits him in the face. He groans and reaches up to his nose for the second time that day and finds it bleeding profusely, he cusses and kicks the ball with his foot, causing a small throb to emanate from his toe.

"Kyle!" Stan rushes past all the shocked, sympathetic or laughing people (the laughing mainly coming from Eric). "Dude, I'm so sorry," he says.

"Don't be, it's only bleeding because the same thing happened earlier."

"You got hit in the face by a basketball earlier?"

"No- My nose was bleeding earlier, you big idiot." Kyle says, a grin spread from ear to ear despite the pain.

"Oh." Stan smiles, "That makes more sense, I guess."

"Yeah." Kyle rolls his eyes.

"Kyle, you should get to the nurses office. Stan, since you did this to him you can take him." Coach Winneger says, looking over Kyle's tender nose.

"Awww, seriously? It was an accident!" Stan complains and Kyle frowns, to which Stan takes notice and quickly corrects himself, "I mean, great, I'd love to go with Kyle."

"That's better." Says Kyle as they make their way outside of the gym, while he's still pouting. Stan smiles, seeing the cute look on Kyle's face.

"You're adorable." He whispers, watching as Kyle's face flushes.

"D-don't say stuff like that," He said while they walked down the empty hallways of South Park High. "It's embarrassing, plus someone could hear you.…"

"So what if they do?" Stan said in a low, jokingly-seductive voice, pulling Kyle close to him and kissing him on the lips, they stayed like that for what seemed like moments, blood dripping down Kyle's face and onto Stan's, then to both into both of their mouths, when a gasp interrupts them. They both turn, mortified to see Kenny standing in the middle of the hallway, a look of pure shock spread across his face.

Oh no.