A/N: Sorry for the slowness of updates. I couldn't think of a title for this chapter but I'll change it if I come up with one.

Pip found himself daydreaming all through his morning classes. Ever since he'd asked Stan if he could borrow his Spanish notes, he hadn't been able to get him out of his head. He intended to give back the notebook sometime later today. He hadn't really looked through it; just skimmed it mostly. Stan had nice handwriting. For a guy.

Pip had the notebook tucked safely inside his backpack, waiting to be returned. He might as well've been on another planet; his mind was somewhere else completely.

Stan dug in his backpack for a pencil for the math pop quiz they were about to take. Cartman hissed at him from the seat beside him. "Hey Stan. Give me that pencil." He poked him in the shoulder to make sure he heard him. Stan heard him all right, but decided to ignore him.

Cartman kicked the leg of Stan's chair slightly. Just hard enough to make him look over. "Shut up, Cartman. You're gonna get us in trouble." He whispered furiously. Cartman just smiled. "We won't if you just give me that pencil." He held out his hand expectantly. He was eyeing the teacher who was positioned in front of the room, getting ready to hand out the quiz papers.

Stan sighed. He thought about chucking the no. 2 pencil at Cartman's bulbous head, but the only thing that kept him from doing so was act of the girl in front of him passing back the sheets. Stan quickly gave Cartman the pencil he was gonna use, his expression stormy. Cartman just smiled sweetly and turned his attention to the paper in front of him. He took out another pencil from the front pocket of his bag just as the teacher told them to begin.

Pip caught up with Stan in between classes. He already had the notebook out, ready to hand over. "Hello, Stan." Pip said nervously. Stan only nodded, apparently too busy getting things from his locker for his next class to bother responding.

"Um, here's your notebook back." Pip held it out and Stan took it without a second glance.

"Thanks. I'm gonna need this today." He slammed the gray metal door shut and started walking. Pip followed him, even though his own class was in the other direction.

"Stan?"

"Yeah?" Stan kept walking, barely acknowledging the other boy was there.

"I was wondering if we could...uh...talk after school." Pip sputtered.

Stan stopped in his tracks. He finally looked at Pip, his eyes wide in confusion.

"About what?" Stan asked.

Pip stared at his feet, too embarrassed to look Stan in the eyes. "Um, I wanted to talk about...um..." He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, clearly not comfortable giving the reason why. "If you'll be so kind as to meet me out back by the dumpster, I'll tell you why." Pip said softly.

Stan hesitated before answering. "I don't think so, Pip. Why do you need to talk to me so badly?"

Pip looked crestfallen. "Well, it's personal, actually. Please, Stan. I have to tell you something of utmost importance." Pip gave him pretty much the same look Stan had given Kyle when Stan had wanted to do the same thing.

Stan sighed in irritation. "Goddamnit." He muttered under his breath. "Fine. If it means that much to you, I'll be there. What time?" His fingers toyed in annoyance at the straps of his backpack on his shoulder.

"Can you meet me there at 3:30?" Pip asked.

Stan rolled his eyes to the ceiling as he spoke "Ok. 3:30. I'll see you then." Without another word, he turned away. Pip smiled to himself. At least Stan had agreed to meet him. Pip didn't know what he would've done if he'd said no.

In the somewhat crowded hallways, Kyle spotted Stan amidst the throng of students. He hurried to catch up to him. He yanked his best friend and boyfriend by the arm, practically ripping it out of its socket.

Stan gaped at him in surprise, even as Kyle dragged him by the elbow all the way up to the 2nd floor boys' bathroom. He breathed a sigh of relief as he found it completely empty. Hardly anyone ever used this bathroom at the end of the day and Kyle figured they'd be safe for at least for 5 minutes. Cause that was all he needed to make Stan beg for mercy.

"Kyle, what the hell are you doing?" Stan asked as he was pushed and shoved into an empty stall. Kyle locked the door and he got his answer as he gently began kissing him. Stan melted against his lover, wrapping his arms around his neck.

"Mmm." Stan murmured as Kyle's hands slipped inside his jeans. Stan closed his eyes and leaned his head back as Kyle's fingers played with his...

Stan grabbed the front of Kyle's t-shirt, bunching it up in his fist and pulling him even closer as he placed his mouth on Kyle's. His tongue slid inside and carefully explored Kyle's mouth.

Kyle pushed Stan even further against the stall, if that was possible. One of Stan's hands crept slowly up Kyle's shirt, running his fingers along the smoothness of the warm skin. Kyle groaned as his hands continued their dance.

Stan happened to glance down at his watch. His hands were now around Kyle's waist, forcing Kyle's hips to grind against his.

"Kyle. We gotta stop." Stan panted. He hated himself for saying such a thing out loud, but he was very curious as to why Pip wanted to talk to him so much.

"No we don't." Kyle moaned. "We can go to your house if you don't want to do it in here."

Stan shook his head. "No. That's not it." He decided to tell the truth. "Pip – Pip asked me if I could talk to him after school today. I said I would." Kyle took his hands away. "Pip? What for?"

Stan shook his head. "I don't know. I'll find out in a few minutes." An unreadable look flashed into Kyle's eyes as he shrugged and unlocked the stall door.

"I'm sure it's nothing. He probably wants to ask me about the Spanish test tomorrow." Stan tried to reassure Kyle. Kyle said nothing. Kyle walked with Stan as far as the water fountain a few feet away from the stairs. He watched as his friend walked away, feeling a tad disheartened.

He had no idea what Pip wanted from Stan. He stared thoughtfully in the direction Stan had went, not exactly sure what he wanted to do. He decided to wait around for a bit, so he headed outside into the brisk, chilly atmosphere.

It might be a while until the next update...