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Chapter 24

At the Marsh residence Thanksgiving night…

Stan lay on the floor of his bedroom dirty and bored waiting for Kyle to finish his shower. Considering his friend's habit of primping in hindsight he should have gone first. "Kyyyyyyle, hurry up!" Stan whined as he used his feet to slide across the carpet out into the hall and bump his head against the bathroom door. Several minutes more went by before he heard Kyle turn off the shower and step out. A moment later the door opened.

"Hey dude i didn't...bring...clothes..." Kyle said slowing his speech and lowering his sight till he was looking at his friend, whose face was now beet red. Kyle had walked out of the bathroom with just a towel around his waist and nothing else. And with where Kyle was standing over Stan. They stood like that for a long moment before Kyle's face turned red in anger and embarrassment and kicked Stan in the head and rushing across the hall to Stan's room and slamming the door.

"Dude! Kyle I'm sorry!" Stan said jumping up and moving to follow his friend but his door was locked. He was probably going to pay for that for a while. Kyle never felt comfortable about his naked body, and Stan had just gotten a very big eyeful. Stan sighed and made his way into the bathroom and stepped into the shower. As he shed his dirty clothes and turned on the water he realized he was breathing heavy and his heart was beating just a touch fast. He just shook his head though, probably just from being kicked in the head and then jumping up so quickly.

"Ugh why does shit like that have to happen to me…" Kyle had collapsed to the floor in a tight ball as soon as he had gotten into Stan's room. His had just gotten the equivalent of an upskirt look at him without anything on. They were close as any friends but he never let Stan see him naked. Something about it always made him nervous and self conscious. This was not a good start to a night bound to be filled with awkward questions from his mother about their 'relationship'. "I don't wanna go to dinner…" he whined and tried to think of the best way to get out of attending, maybe play sick? No that wouldn't work his mother and Mrs. Sharon would faun over him and it would be so much worse. "I probably should move up onto our...bed…" He said after a few minutes of laying on the floor he crawled up onto Stan's bed. He froze as he laid his head down on his pillow. Our. He had said our. When did this bed become partly his? When had that thought become normal to him? He knew he'd been slept over here every day for a month but it wasn't like they'd never slept in the same bed before. Why was it different now? A knock threw him out of his thoughts.

"Hey dude?" Stan called from the other side of the door. "Kyle? You still mad at me dude? I'm really sorry! I was just being stupid...but now i'm the one standing in the hallway with just a towel. If you could at least throw me a pair of pants…?" Stan asked. He heard some rustling and what sounded like tripping from the other side of the door for several moments before he heard the door unlock and a fully dressed Kyle opened the door walked past him and pushed him in. The door shut quickly behind Stan and he was alone in his room. "Yep, he's mad." Stan sighed and started digging for a shirt and some pants in his messy room.

"Smooth Kyle…" The redhead sighed leaning against the other side of the door for a moment before making his way down to see if Mrs. Sharon needed anymore help. Now Stan is going to think you are a complete spazz.

At Kenny and Butters house…

Kenny and Butters were sitting on the floor of their living room with their backs to the sofa, Kenny's thanksgiving meal set out on the coffee table in front of them. Butters usually did most of the cooking, but something he never got over as a kid was not having a big holiday meal. He swore that when he had his own family he would cook one every holiday. And Butters was just about his only family. So it became a tradition that every year he would cook them a special meal, them and one other special someone to Kenny. His head swung to the door and he bolted up at the sound of the door bell. "Calm down Ken, she's not going anywhere!" Butters laughed sipping some tea he had made. Kenny ripped the door open with a big smile on his face for the only person who could possibly rival his love for Butters. A ten year old girl and her guardian were standing on the front porch.

"Hey Karen."

At the Testaburgers...

Wendy thought she shouldn't be slacking off at the moment, but she had never had a chance to cook by hand before, and never beside her mother. She and her mother laughed and talked as she made mistakes, another new thing for her. It would take some getting use to reading directions. She giggled listening to her dad grumble about sports on the tv in the other room. "What was that sweetie?" her Mom asked her.

"Nothing mom!" She said practically skipping out of the room to her father and giving him a hug. Being a human was wonderful she thought. So full of wild emotions barely bound by reason. And in this moment she was one of them and it was everything she had ever wanted.

"What was that for dear?" Her burly father asked, hugging her back carefully. He looked to his wife in the kitchen and quirked an eyebrow, she just smiled and shrugged.

"No reason i just wanted to." Wendy said picking herself up and walking back into the kitchen to help her mother. No matter what was going to happen a month from now, she wouldn't waste this night.

At the Marshes table…

Kyle and Stan were at the head of the table, with each boy's family to their right and left respectively. Kyle's mother sat to his immediate right, followed by his father and younger brother. To Stan's left was his mother, followed by his father and then grandfather at the end. They sat mostly in silence for the first five minutes or so, only interrupted by the clank of a dish or the scrape of a utensil on a plate. "Sooooo…" Ike started turning to smile at Kyle wickedly. "You're like gay now?"

"Wah...I'm...you little…" Kyle stuttered, turning red as the four parents at the table all focused on him. He felt light headed and dizzy almost instantly replacing his anger.

"When did you and little Stanley become a couple Kyle?" His mother asked sweetly, she was far too focused on her oldest to correct her youngest's blunt questions. Kyle's eyes darted from one adult face to the other. He thought training with Stan had been hard until that very moment.

"Yes Kyle dear, i am interested in when it became official too! I know you two had been close, and Wendy and i had even wondered if perhaps Stan had been cheating with you…" Her head turned towards Stan whose mouth was currently full of food. He looked up like a dear in the headlights at her angry expression. "Oh and we will be having a discussion about that soon enough young man, cheating is serious business!" She snapped and then went back to her sweat tone. "But i don't blame you Kyle dear, and i don't think Wendy does either. How could you do anything but follow your heart?" She was practically giggling at the thought of her son having a secret affair with his best friend behind his girlfriend's back.

"Well it certainly explains a few things…" Randy said taking a sip of his beer. Jerald turned to him with a questioning look.

"Like what?" He asked cracking open his own beer. Oh boy, Stan and Kyle thought. Whenever these two drank together it never led to anything good for them.

"Well like the boys not needing a sleeping bag or a cot when they have their little sleepovers." Randy said as he passed the mashed potatoes to his elderly father. The two women looked at him for a moment confused, but you could see the realization on their face when they put two and two together.

"How long has this been going on boys!?" Kyle's mother asked quickly, worried now for her son's virginity.

"Have you boy's been using protection?" Stan's mother chimed in. Both boys were utterly horrified at this moment. Things had gone so much worse than they ever expected. They looked at each other then, and nodded. There would be a truce this day, or neither would live to see another.

"Mrs. Broflovski, I assure you, Kyle and I have not engaged in any sort of sexual relationship. We have only been going on dates for about a month now." Stan said, putting on his very best mother slaying tone. The one he always used on Kyle's mom to convince her to let her son do things, by appearing to be more mature than he was.

"Yea mom, Mrs. Sharon! We haven't even kissed. We don't know exactly where this is going." Kyle said, hoping Stan would pick up on where he was going with this. Stan did and quickly continued where his best friend had left off. They were use to working in unison like this to convince their parents of things that may be a little untrue. Each would simply play along with whatever the other said, trusting that the other person had a plan and would steer the conversation where it needed to go.

"Yea, neither of us are really sure of our feelings, maybe we aren't right for each other but we-" Stan began before being cut off by both mothers.

"Nonsense!" they said almost in unison.

"You boys have been meant for each other since you were born!" Kyle's mother shrieked putting both Stan and Kyle on the defensive. Sharon nodded her head before chiming in.

"I know! Remember when they played house when they were little? They would take turn being the mommy and daddy?" She giggled with the other woman as Stan and Kyle realized they had never before had to convince both families together at the same time. The enemy was far more powerful than they believed. They looked at each other for a moment, nodding again to confirm giving it another try.

"People aren't so simple though. What if Stan and I just find out we don't work as anything more than best friends?" Kyle asked the two women. Both fathers were well into their third beers and talking about sports, oblivious to the ongoing battle between the other four. Ike was snickering at his end of the table and eating up all the devilled eggs while no one was looking.

"Or what if i'm not really into guys in general?" Stan said "I mean, i've only ever had one girlfriend and i've never thought about another guy before…" he said shrugging.

"Stanley! There is nothing wrong with your having feelings for Kyle! And love has very little to do with gender anyway! And here i thought your generation was more accepting of that." Sharon said shaking her head at her son.

"I DON'T HAVE FEELINGS FOR KYLE!" Stan said slamming his fist on the table frustrated. This caused all the conversations at the table to instantly come to a halt, even Ike and grandpa marsh stopped to look his way. You could almost hear the screeching tires. His mother was going to be nearly impossible to overcome. He looked to Kyle for assistance when all he got was silence. Kyle wasn't paying attention though. He had a sad look on his face and was playing with his food. Something Stan had said had brought him down. He wasn't sure what it was but he had felt a pang in his chest when he'd said it. He felt suddenly sick and exhausted at the same time and didn't want to sit through this dinner anymore.

"Umm, I'm not feeling so well, if you'll excuse me." Kyle said pushing back from the table and quickly running out of the room. All eyes turned from Kyle's retreating form to glare at Stan who had his hands up in front of him in a surrendering posture.

"Stanley! What do you have to say for yourself!" His mother screeched at him.

"Shit…" Was all Stan said.

At the McCormick and Stotch residence…

Karen was sitting on Butters' lap. Kenny couldn't stop from staring at how cute his two favorite people were together. He'd never admit it, but Kenny was a bit of siscon. He spoiled her as much as he could. Sending her presents and called her almost every day. She'd gone to live with a very wealthy foster family after the incident with his own family a few years ago. She lived in Denver so he didn't get to see her in person very often. But he got her on her birthday and on some holidays. He always acted like a spaz when the occasion happened. He would take pictures of her relentlessly and do whatever she wanted to do. "Kenny, stop taking pictures and eat!" She said shooing him away. Butters just giggled and took a bite of his cornbread.

"Alright alright!" Kenny said setting the camera down on the tv stand and moving to sit next two his boyfriend and precious sister. Who had also taken quite a liking to Butters. She said he was the only one who saw what she saw in Kenny, so he was the only one she would give her brother to. He was pretty sure their roles were supposed to be reversed, but he didn't mind. Butters adored Karen, he said he'd always wanted a little sister. And he loved the way she adored everything Kenny did, and all the embarrassing stories of when they were younger how he would watch out for the both of them. That was probably how they had bonded. Kenny had been looking out for the two of them for as long as he could remember. His mood dropped when he realized he had failed both of them immensely.

"Ken?" Butters asked looking at him knowingly. "Get over here and cuddle with me and your sister!" The little blond said pulling Kenny in close. They were probably going to get food everywhere but he didn't care. These were the days he lived for. Someday he hoped Karen could come live with them, but for now she was safer with her foster family, she was marked in the incident a few years ago similarly to Butters. The family that had adopted her were powerful hunters and she was safer there than anywhere else in the world. Especially with him.

"So troublemaker, what do you want to do when we finish eating?" Kenny said, messing up Karen's already messy short hair. She had become quite the tomboy in the last couple years. And he could tell she was getting more than enough exercise, probably hunter training he thought sadly. He knew she would need it but wished that at least one of them could have had a normal childhood.

"Zootopia?" She said smiling brightly. Kenny laughed. She was obsessed with that movie. She watched it almost once a day he was sure.

"Ohhh i haven't seen that one yet!" Butters said, she turned to him and gave him the most horrified look Kenny had ever seen.

"It can't wait till after dinner! We are watching it while we eat!" She said scrambling up running over to her backpack by the door, sliding across part of the carpet. She fished the dvd out of her bag and ran back to the tv. She had become obsessed with Disney late in life. They couldn't really afford the movies with their birth parents. But she had more than made up for it in the past couple years and you'd never know she hadn't grown up on it.

"Alright, don't hurt yourself kiddo." Kenny said grabbing some turkey and slathering them with mashed potatoes and cranberry sauce.

"I see a lot of you in her." Butters whispered into Kenny's ear. He quirked an eyebrow and looked at his boyfriend.

"Not too much I hope." Kenny replied, eliciting a laugh from Butters.

"I don't know, I can't think of a better person to take after at the moment." Butters said softly laying his head on Kenny's shoulder. Karen plopped down between them forcing Butters to lay his head on top of her's, he wrapped one arm around her and Kenny wrapped his arm around both of them.

"Here we go!" Karen said giggling and snuggling into the warmth. This was her favorite place to be. This made things feel normal. Kenny glanced down at her from the corner of his eye. Now that Butters mentioned it, Karen did resemble him. Her short messy hair, though brown, was almost strand for strand the same messy look he wore. And she wore torn jeans most of the time and an orange parka. How had he not noticed it before? She had styled her look after him. She was only what? Ten? Almost eleven? She even had his sarcasm and perverted humor. His sister might miss him more than he realized. He pulled them tighter.

At the Testaburgers house…

They had finished dinner a few hours ago. The three of them sat in the living room on their couch. The two parents to either side of Wendy who had insisted on holding their hands. She hadn't been able to enjoy such tactile sensations before and wanted to catch up on them. Her father had built a fire and they had the Iron Giant on. Her dad was a huge softy and was tearing up while his wife and daughter poked fun at him. Wendy smiled sadly as the hours ticked by. She didn't want the night to end and she knew it was back to business tomorrow. "Good night!" She said a few hours later to both her weary eyed parents and made her way to her own room.

"Good night dear…" Her father said partly slurring his words from both alcohol and exhaustion. Wendy shut the door of her room and locked it then began laying out the clothing and items she would need tomorrow. She had a lot of work to do and she'd wasted too much time moping over Stan and her parents the past month. She need to play catch up.

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