Chapter VII-

A/N: Right, I totally forgot about finding a song (plus I drift around and can't stay focused on one specific thing happening) so here's another chapter that I didn't get lyrics for. =D

"Dude, stop pacing, it's not the end of the world," Kyle stared at Stan who was looking like he was going to be sick as he walked around the room. "Don't throw up, either," he threw in as Stan's face started turning more green.

"Yeah... Cartman's just... arg. I guess we should get packing again," Stan said trying to distract himself from everything else. It wasn't even like he and Kyle were even serious but Cartman had to go and ruin everything... yet again.

"I guess we should," Kyle said cheerfully, not letting his voice sound worried even though he felt as sick as Stan looked.

Stan opened the dresser and realized they'd never unpacked at all, "Oh right... Cartman made us stop before we even started to go skiing."

"That... makes it a lot easier," Kyle said blankly, he couldn't think of anything to say despite that they both had the exact same thing on their minds. Stan didn't have anything to contribute either, so they just sat for a few minutes in silence until Kenny opened their door.

"Does anyone not have a key?" Stan scowled as Kenny walked into the room.

"...No, I think we all do," Kenny said cheerfully as he sat on Stan's bed. "Is Cartman lying again?" Kenny asked simply, which didn't surprise either Stan or Kyle at all. Cartman wasn't really the best friend, of course he'd spread things he knew like wildfire.

"Ab-about what?" Kyle choked out in what he hoped was an innocent and curious voice. To anyone listening it was rather just a guilty one.

"Don't play dumb, Kyle, you're the smart one," Kenny pulled his hood down to reveal a smirk on his face. The blonde boy stared from each of his friends, not saying straight forward at first what Cartman told him, he preferred to just wait for them to crack.

"I really don't know what you're talking about, Kenny," Stan said with a polite smile which frustrated Kenny.

"Are you two gay?" Kenny finally just asked bluntly, as they weren't responding, now waiting patiently for them to lie about how they weren't and ask him who'd said that. At the same second he heard one yes and one no.

"What do you mean, 'no'?" Kyle said with both eyebrows raised looking at Stan. Clearly he hadn't wanted to lie anymore, because he wasn't really ashamed of it, plus Kenny knew the truth anyways.

"I didn't think you'd want to tell him," Stan replied logically, not sure why Kyle had said yes. Since when did the entire world need to know about their personal life?

"Though this seems to be a promising argument, just shut up."

"...Fine, but yes, do you have a problem with it?" Kyle shot one final glare at Stan before re-focusing on Kenny who was looking at them as if they were crazy.

"Nope, no problem, dude," a grin crept onto Kenny's face replacing his old expression, "but Cartman's going to totally use this against you for the rest of your life."

"I don't have anything against chicks," Stan said suddenly, not sure what point he was trying to prove.

Kenny frowned, something going through his mind. As he watched Stan and Kyle they got along so well, but they weren't very old, and they seemed to be rushing into a relationship quite quickly. What happens if it doesn't work out? Stan and Kyle noticed his silence, so Stan finally hit Kenny for being so quiet.

"Dude, you aren't acting like yourself, you're never quiet," Stan laughed lightly, partially to break the rising tension. Everything in their lives had gotten way too serious lately. What happened to the good old days when Cartman almost got them all raped by N.A.M.B.L.A. members?

"No one's acting like themselves lately," Kenny said without much thought, gazing at Kyle, the frown still not leaving his face.

The next morning – or night as it still felt to Stan – someone was shaking him roughly to wake him up. Mumbling something about hibernating at first, with another shake Stan lazily blinked and gazed up at Kenny. "Mumnierg?" A glance to the other side of the room showed Cartman doing the same thing to Kyle. How were they up without being tired?

"Morning, fag," Cartman greeted as Stan sat up in his bed looking still extremely tired. Kenny said nothing but instead grinned as he moved to wake Kyle, where Cartman was unsuccessful in doing so.

"What's going on...?" Stan asked slowly, having trouble stringing together the words. Jesus Christ, it was way too early to be awake.

"We're leaving, remember?" Kenny told Stan as he sat on Kyle to try to wake him up. "God, Kyle, just get up!" Shouting loudly into his ear, Cartman and Stan both laughed.

"Sit on his head, it'll work better," Stan offered to which Kyle grumbled and shifted quickly to knock Kenny onto the floor.

"I'm up," Kyle mumbled as he blearily looked out the window where there was no trace of the sun coming up. "It's still night you idiots!"

"It's not night, Kyle, it's just... earlier than normal," Kenny said, though he too looked annoyed at Cartman. Clearly he hadn't wanted to be up now, either.

"Shut up, you hippies, let's just go." Cartman did seem to be the only one who was awake, which was weird, as normally he slept until about one in the afternoon.

Neither of the two still seemed awake as they changed as quickly as they could, "I really wish I hadn't stood here and just watched that." Kenny voiced to no one in particular. Cartman seemed to be thinking along the same lines as he stared at Kyle and Stan who dragged their luggage out of the room without so much as another word.

Stan had taken a new pillow on the flight back home, to which Kyle couldn't help but be grateful. He really enjoyed having a dry hat, so he grinned at Kenny's irritation as Stan slept on him. Kenny, unlike how Kyle had acted when it'd happened to him, was trying to wake Stan up to no success.

"He sleeps like a log incase you haven't noticed."

"So do you, you make the perfect couple." Kenny retorted coldly.