Kyle's POV

I don't know what's happening to me, I can't think anymore. All I know is that I love this new feeling, I want more.

I need more.

I pull him closer as I desperately try to get more of it. But soon the high wears off and my clouded mind is slowly coming back to me. What am I doing? Is Stan kissing me? Was that what was giving me my high?

Wait... HE'S KISSING ME!?

I pull away from him abruptly, my heart is racing harder and faster than it did when I woke up in his grasp and it feels like my heart is choking me. I look up at my raven hair companion but he still looks dazed, his eyes glossed over and his lips are kiss-swollen and slightly apart as light pants escape from them.

I break away from his hold and give him another slap, too out of my mind to put any real effort into it but it does the job. He looks confused as I walk back towards the house. I must look ridiculous right now, my clothes are soaking wet from the ocean, my face feels blazing hot, red from the blood accumulating there, and I look like I'm ready to kill someone.

I try to calm my heart and shaking hands, I need to get away from Stan right now. I can't believe he- we- I don't know what happened.

"Kyle, what's wrong?" Stan asks me, looking confused and concerned as he tries to approach me.

Before he can put his hand on my shoulder, I grab his wrist and push him away, "Don't touch me."

"Huh?" Again, Stan looks completely oblivious to what's happening. Damn him.

"Why did you do that?" I ask with a monotone, almost-robotic tone. I don't care how cold I sound right now, I need answers.

What surprises me is that Stan gives me what is probably the vaguest and most infuriating answer, "Because I wanted to."

"You… just suddenly decided you want to kiss me." I repeat, hoping that he'll realize how utterly ridiculous that sounds.

Stan stays quiet as he contemplates, he furrows his brows as he says, "I don't understand. You were fine when we were kissing."

"Don't call it that." I stop him with that eerily cold voice. "That was not a mutual kiss, it was one-sided at most."

He looks at me with a gawked mouth and those breathtaking blue eyes are now cold and filled with emotion, "One-sided? Are you kidding me?" He notices that the emotionless look on my face and mumbles to himself, "Is this part of your anxiety?"

I turn sharply to look him in the eye, mustering as much rage as I can as I snarl, "Stop talking about it like you know me, you don't know shit."

"So tell me, Kyle!" He shouts in my face and he throws his arms up in frustration. "Because I'm confused as shit. I kissed you and you kissed me back."

"I didn't kiss you. Did I say I liked it? Did I say I want to be kissed? No. We never kissed, we'll never speak of this again. So leave me alone and never touch me again." I give him one last warning before marching into the house, past my friends and into an empty room

"Kyle, what happened?" I hear Ike ask as he tries to open the door. No use, Ike. There's a lock for a reason.

"I'm not in the mood, tell me when we leave for the airport."

I need a moment to get my brain straight. Everything's so screwed up right now and I just can't even think about what I'm saying anymore. I just need to put myself back together, I take deep breaths as I try to regulate my erratic heartbeat. Think of calming things, Kyle. Breathe in… breathe out. Ok, calming things… This trip, it's been fun. Spending time with my friends. Celebrating Butters' engagement. Setting up that performance, having fun… with Stan. I close my eyes, wishing that it was all just some messed up dream but all I can see is Stan kissing me again. I can still feel the lingering feeling of his fingers on my face, the intense stare he gave me as he pulled me in…

No! Don't think about him like that! What's wrong with me?! It's happening again, my hands are trembling, and my heart feels like it's collapsing on itself. This is bullshit! Who is he to come back into my life and fuck around with my head like that?!

I kick the furniture over in frustration as I'm left alone with my thoughts, each new one becomes more ridiculous and loud. I don't know anymore, I don't know.

Kenny's POV

After Kyle locks himself in the empty room, Stan retreats back into his and does the same, leaving the rest of us completely clueless as to what the fuck just happened between those two. It's like they went back to the way they were half a year ago, like when Stan first moved in with us. Actually it's worse because Stan looks so cold and frustrated while Kyle looks furious, but in those burning green eyes I notice something else, fear.

I just don't understand what happened that would make Kyle do this after him and Stan were on such great terms. Things don't get better after takeoff, Kyle asks me to trade seats with him, which is a row down and near the aisle, the furthest seat away from Stan's among us. Charlie, now sitting next to Kyle, looks incredibly concerned for him. Stan on the other hand, is just staring outside the plane window with his brows burrowed in frustration. We all go home and we say our goodbyes to Sue and Charlie as Sue drives her back to her aunt.

As we enter the house, I think Stan couldn't take the silent treatment anymore and grabs Kyle by the shoulder, turning Kyle to face him. "Ok, what the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I have nothing to say to you." Kyle keeps his head down and replies in a cold tone that I haven't heard in a long time. It's enough to send chills down my spine.

"I have something to say." Stan says with a firm tone, sounds like this is really serious. "Kyle, this is ridiculous. All I did was kiss you, if you don't like it just tell me. Don't pull this crap."

"Wait what?" Ike, Tweek and I both shout in shock. I figured something big happened to cause Kyle to act like that, but I never thought it was this.

Stan notices our astonished outbursts and explains, "I kissed Kyle at the bench earlier today, because I have feelings for him."

"I told you, that wasn't a mutual kiss. You forced yourself onto me, you bastard."

"Listen to yourself, you're not making any sense."

Kyle just rolls his eyes and mocks him, "Wow, how can you say that without any shame?"

Stan, probably realizing that he isn't getting through to Kyle, just lets his shoulders drop and a sigh of indifference, "Fuck this, come talk to me once you've got your emotions straight."

"Fuck you! My emotions are fine, you're the one letting your fucked up emotions control you!" Kyle shouts at Stan as Stan retreats into his room without a second glance, "Screw this, I'm going upstairs." Kyle clenches his bags in his hands and stomps up into his room, leaving the three of us stunned over what just happened.

Did Kyle Broflovski just backed down from a fight? He'd never usually let these stuff go. Last time someone tried to put moves on him, that guy walked away with a busted lip and a dislocated arm.

Tweek looks concerned as he whispers in thought, "You don't think…"

Ike just crosses his arms and scoffs at Tweek's implication, "If that's really what happened, do you think Stan would still be alive?"

Either way, this is bad for both of them. We need to figure out what's going on. Ike is right about one thing, no one lays an unwanted hand on Kyle Broflovski. But that could only mean… Stop, Kenny. Don't jump to conclusions yet, no matter how likely they are. Even if those suspicions are true, I need to hear Kyle say it himself.

I take the initiative to knock on Kyle's door, knowing very well that he locked it after storming in.

No response.

I try again, knocking harder on the wooden door as the hard knocks form a loud thumping sound.

Again, no response.

Tweek sees this and says, "Kenny, I don't think Kyle wants to talk to us."

I ignore him, and use all my strength to slam my fist onto that wooden door. Tweek and Ike flinch at the sound created as echoes loudly through the house.

It doesn't make Kyle open his door, but it does catch Stan's attention. He opens his door and shows himself at his doorway, "Kenny, can you keep it down? I'm trying to reco-"

"Shut up, asshole." I cut him off angrily. "Don't talk to me after what you did to Kyle. Kyle's like a brother to me, and I won't let him get hurt by some prevented bastard who never bothered to come back!"

Those words enrage Stan as he slams his door shut with full force, it takes any ounce of my mind to not flinch at the sound like Tweek and Ike do. I feel bad for accusing Stan of something he never intended to do but it does just the job as I hear Kyle's door being unlocked and the door creak as he slightly opens.

"Come in, Kenny." Kyle says quietly as he lets me, and only me in.

He closes the door again and sits down on his bad with an unidentifiable look on his face. "You didn't have to be so hard on Stan. You know him, he's more emotional than any of us. I doubt he actually meant to hurt me."

"Kyle, why did you lie?" I decide to just come straight out and ask, no beating around the bush.

"What?"

"About the kiss." I clarify, "Why did you lie about it to us? To Stan?"

"Not you too." He grimaces. "Why does everyone act like they know what I'm thinking?!"

I know what he's doing, he's feigning ignorance to avoid the subject. He's pulled this trick too many times but I can't let him get away with this one. "Have you even been hearing what you're saying? Kyle, Stan has been our friend since pre-K and he hasn't changed. But you? You're too blind-sighted by your own walls to see that. What are you trying to protect with those defense? Your relationship anxiety? The same one you've been fighting to get rid of? Is it really worth defending yourself so much that you'd treat your best friend as some perverted sexual predator?"

Kyle doesn't say a word, he just looks at his feet like they're the ones talking to him. I make him look me as I say,"Kyle Broflovski, I am asking you as your friend, be honest with yourself. Did you like the kiss?"

I hear Kyle mumble softly, "I didn't hate it…"

"Yes or no answer, Kyle." I chide.

I watch Kyle shrink a little as I hear his answer, "… Yes."

"Did you feel anything?"

He nods and answers, "It felt shocking, and terrifying, and… nice."

That's new. A kiss to Kyle is usually an emotionless act, like a façade he has. Ever since that bitch Vivi broke him, he'd never trust anyone with his emotions, kisses from party games and blind dates were meaningless to him, and he would always fear that the next person he trusted would play him just like her.

He just shakes his head in confusion as he stutters, "I don't- I just don't understand. This is insane, I'm supposed to know… That's what I've been studying so I should know, but now I don't even stop shaking. I don't know what to think." He tightens his fist and tenses up as his feelings of devastation grow, "Why do I feel like this? Why Stan? Why do I always have feelings for the people who hurt me the most?!"

It breaks my heart to see Kyle like this, but he needs this. I pat him on the back, "Just get some sleep, Kyle. You need some time."

I left Kyle to his thoughts as I exit the room, Ike and Tweek are standing right outside Kyle's room. Ike gives me a grateful smile as he goes downstairs but Tweek looks empty as he leans against the wall.

"Tweek?" I ask with concern.

"I'm sorry." He says with a hint of guilt in his eyes. "I just- I nearly cried when I heard Kyle talking about... the kiss, and him opening up that it felt nice."

Oh… I get it now. "It's Ok to feel jealous about it." I console him.

"I want to get over my anxiety too." He says wistfully, "I could barely get by kissing without breaking down… Let alone go any further. Just once, I want to love someone without worrying that I'd fall apart and freak her out"

I give Tweek a high five and a bro hug for support as we go back to our rooms. I don't know what's gonna happen between us now, and I don't know how I can help them this time.

Stan's POV

So… last night was a complete disaster. I can't believe Kyle didn't feel the same. I was so sure when we were kiss- Well according to him, that wasn't really a kiss. Fucking asshole. If he doesn't feel the same, that's fine. But why did he make it sound like I raped him? Kenny too. How could he say that about me? He should know that I'd never hurt Kyle, at least on purpose.

But did I really hurt him that much with that kiss? I know I said I should follow my heart and I felt like I did the right thing, so why is everything turning out so wrong?

Ugh… I really don't want to have to deal with everyone after last night. I can't stay in bed all day though, I get up and get to my morning routine. I walk into the dining room, hoping no one is there right now. Thankfully the kitchen is empty now, maybe I can grab a snack and leave without having to worry about-

"Hey, Stan." I hear Ike's voice from behind me. I sigh in disappointment, no such luck I guess.

"Morning Ike." I greet him, genuinely surprised that he's the only one. "Where are the others?"

"Are you that eager to see them right now?" Ike raises an eyebrow as he walks in, "Tweek and Kenny are at work and Kyle's still asleep. I need to talk to you."

I groan internally. Great, now his brother is going to yell at me. "Let me guess, it's about me kissing Kyle."

"Partially, but that's not the focus here." He walks up to me with the sternest look I've ever seen, "I'm just going to get to the point here, are you serious about getting into a relationship with my brother?"

"What?" I ask stupidly, a little disoriented from my expectations.

"You know about what happened between Kyle and that little witch so I'm gonna skip that. You should know why Kyle's so hesitant about relationships, that girl hurt Kyle in ways I can't even describe and it left a bigger impact than any of us thought it would." Ike recalls solemnly before reverted back into protective brother mode, "Kyle isn't acting like that because he hates you. It's a defense that he puts up to protect himself, unfortunately the dumbass doesn't know when to lower it down. Even if he'll never admit it, you've hurt him more than you'd ever know by not coming back to South Park 8 years ago. So I'm warning you now Stanley Marsh, don't mess with my brother if you're not serious because if you hurt him again, I will never let you forget it." He threatens me with a glare that reminds me of the angered, blood thirsty ones Kyle reserves solely for Cartman.

We break apart once we hear footsteps coming down the stairs. Ike reverts back into Kyle's adorably annoying little brother and chirps "Good morning, big bro."

"Hey, Ike." Kyle ruffles his little brother's hair as he lets out a yawn. "Ready to head home?"

"Yeah, just let me get my bags." Ike walks out into the living room but not without shooting me another warning glare.

Now that Kyle and I are alone, I begin to feel the awkward silence around us. Thankfully Kyle makes a move to break that silence, "Stan, I want to apologize for my outburst yesterday. I was feeling illogical and I apologize."

"What's with the big words, Kyle?"

"Listen to me, I did some thinking last night and I'll admit it, I liked the kiss." I reel in shock as I listen to Kyle's words. That catches me by surprise, he liked it? Does that mean that-

"But that's that, it was in the heat of the moment and we didn't know what to feel." He concludes, much to my disappointment.

OK, so… Kyle admits that he likes it. At least I didn't scare him off, that's a start. I notice that Kyle is waiting for a response, so with the information he and Ike have given me, I give what I believe is the best response for both of us. "It's a big change, I understand if you need time."

"That's not what I-" Kyle tries to retaliate but I put my hand up to stop him.

"So just knock on my door three times or let my phone ring three times." I continue. "Then I know you're interested, if you don't feel the same way, then let it be. We'll just keep being friends like we've always had."

Kyle looks hesitant and before he can say anything, Ike re-enters the room with his bags in hand. "OK, Kyle. I'm ready."

"Y-yeah. I'll go get my keys." Kyle looks utterly shell-shocked as he and Ike leave the kitchen.

I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding as I watch the brothers leave, I haven't even realize how nervous I am when I confronted Kyle like that. At least he didn't shoot me down right away. The die is tossed, I've placed my bets and I've given the choice to Kyle. The ball's in his court now so it's his call whether I'll be in the friend-zone or I'll have my first boyfriend.

A/N: Yeah... Who didn't see Kyle's freak out coming? He isn't ready to open himself up yet, but all he needs is a push in the right direction. Next time, we follow Kyle and Ike back to South Park while Stan visits his mother.

Two chapters in a week, its a little tighter than I thought. Hopefully you guys don't mind a shorter chapter. I've been looking forward to writing this chapter in particular and if you've seen the drama, you'd know why. It is one of the more quiet and serious scenes where they just talk about how much more their mental illnesses are affecting them than they're letting on. It's a truly bittersweet scene and one of my personal favorites c:

If you didn't know, the title of the chapter is from "Something About Us" by Daft Punk, which is what I consider one of the most iconic Style songs. Feel free to listen to it when reading this.

As always, feel free to check out the drama this story is based on, "It's Okay That's Love" by SBS. Please let me know what you think, reviews and comments make my day.

Take care, Loves.