Disclaimer: I don't own South Park.

A/N: This chapter is just a little longer, it just turned out that way. Go and read.

It had been a few days since Stan got the news of his parent's death. He had still not fully recovered. Shelly had to take care of him.

Kyle and Stan were both nervous to go to school the next day. They would have to come out to Kenny and Cartman. It wasn't going to be easy. The two approached the bus stop. Kenny and Cartman were talking about mindless crap.

"Uh, hi guys," Kyle said nervously.

"Oh, hey fags," Cartman said.

"Fuck off, Cartman," Kyle replied.

"So, is it true? Are you two, ya know, gay?" Kenny asked. Stan took a deep breath and looked down at his feet. "Yeah, it's true."

"Thought so," Kenny said coolly. "The whole school pretty much knows, dude."

"What?"

"Yup," Kenny began, "No big deal really."

"Oh, so is it a problem that we're gay?" Stan asked.

"I don't really give a shit," Kenny said, "But how far have you gone with each other?"

Their faces turned bright red. "That's none of your business," Kyle said.

"Well, I'm not hanging around you homos," Cartman said.

"Fat ass," Stan grumbled.

"Well, you've got no one else, Cartman," Kyle said.

"Yeah I do," Cartman replied defensively.

"Like who?" Stan asked. Kenny just stood there, enjoying this little fight.

"Ummm.........," Cartman stammered. He wasn't the most popular kid in school.

"That's what I thought," Kyle said with a smirk on his face.

"God damn, stupid, hippie, piece of crap," Cartman said as the bus pulled up.

School wasn't as bad as Stan and Kyle had thought. Some people asked them questions and they got a few dirty looks their way, but other than that, it was just a normal day.

Kyle went over Stan's house after school. Shelly wasn't home and Stan was looking for something in the kitchen.

"What are you looking for?" Kyle asked.

"Found it!" Stan said pulling out a pack of cigarettes.

"Dude, since when did you start smoking?" Kyle asked, a little concerned. Stan frowned.

"Since my parents died, they make me feel better."

Kyle just sighed.

"Does it bother you?" Stan asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Kinda," Kyle replied.

"Well I won't smoke around you. Feel better?" Stan asked as he kissed Kyle.

"Sure."

The two walked in the living room. Stan plopped down on the sofa and Kyle climbed on top of him, massaging his boyfriend's back and shoulders.

Stan gave a dreamy smile. "Oh, that feels good." Kyle continued.

"Now let me give you something," Stan said with a smirk. He flipped over and pulled Kyle on top of him. He started sucking on the redhead's neck, giving him a pretty big hicky. Kyle kissed him sloppily.

"Stan, I'm worried about you."

"Why?"

"Cause, I'm afraid your gonna try to hurt yourself or something. I mean, you already started smoking."

Stan gave him a kiss and a tight hug. "Everything's fine, don't worry about me." Stan said.

"Okay, hon," Kyle said with a yawn and closed his eyes, resting on Stan.

The truth was, everything wasn't fine. Stan didn't know if there was a way out from his suffering. He wanted to leave South Park. There were too many bad memories here. His thoughts brought tears to his eyes. He wanted to tell Kyle and he would, eventually.

Ok, so I think there will be like two chapters before the end. If I get good reviews I will update.

-PoisonCherry69