Disclaimer: Matt and Trey own South Park, not me.

A/N: Thanks for the reviews. I've been updating so quickly cause I have been really bored lately. This chapter is a little more angsty...I guess. I typed this while talking on the phone, so, please excuse any errors.

Stan came over to Kyle at lunch that day and gave him a quick kiss. The redhead blushed. "So, after school, wanna go to my place and ya know........, my parents won't be home," Stan whispered seductively into Kyle's ear. Kyle blushed even more.

"Sure," Kyle giggled. Stan quickly nibbled on Kyle's ear. Their innocent play was interrupted by Kenny and Cartman.

"What the hell is up with you two?" Cartman asked.

"What do you mean?" Stan said defensively.

"Well, you to have been really 'close' lately."

"Plus, you have been acting like fags," Kenny added.

"Its nothing, we're not gay," Kyle mumbled quickly.

"Whatever, dude," Cartman said, with a weird expression on his face. He obviously still wasn't convinced.

(At Stan's House)

The two boys dropped their bags and ran to the couch. Kyle jumped on top of Stan, giggling and wrapping his arms around Stan. Stan craned his head and pressed his lips to Kyle's. The kiss was long and tender. They were so deeply into it, they didn't hear the front door open.

"Stanley, we're home early," Mrs. Marsh called out to him. "How was your-oh my god! Stan!" The two lovers froze, their eyes wide.

"Mom, Dad, ummm..." Stan was at a loss for words.

"Stanley, is there something you would like to tell us?"

"Mom, Dad, we're gay," Stan said, blushing.

"Well, no son of mine is gonna be a fag!" Mr. Marsh yelled. "I'm going to go call Kyle's parents."

"N-no," Kyle managed to say. But it was too late. Stan's parents had already picked up the phone.

(In Stan's Room)

"What are we gonna do?" Stan asked worriedly.

"My parents are never gonna let me see you," Kyle said with tears in his eyes. "Damn, my mom's a bitch." He reached into his jacket and pulled out a small, but sharp knife. He rolled up his sleeve and prepared to cut, but Stan tackled him to the floor.

"Kyle, what the fuck do you think you're doing?!"

"I can't take this anymore, Stan." Stan grabbed the knife from Kyle. "Oh, Stan, I can't live without you." He wrapped his arms around Stan's neck, crying into his chest. Shelia's voice could be heard from downstairs.

"Kyle Broflovski, get down here now!"

"You better go down there, it will only be worse if you don't." Kyle looked at Stan, fear clouding his green eyes.

"I want you with me, I can't do this alone.," Kyle said, squeezing Stan's hand. "Okay," Stan sighed. "Let's go." And the two walked downstairs.

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-PoisonCherry69