A/N: I give credit to a certain review for the title for ch. 7, which I changed. Thanks. Forgive me for the not too quickness of updating.

Pip glanced at the clock on the wall. It was time to meet Stan. He took several deep breaths to calm down. He berated himself for being so tense. Pip's feelings for Stan were genuine. It wasn't just some silly little crush. He felt he deserved to know whether or not there was any chance at all between the two of them. He didn't let the fact that Stan was dating Kyle deter him from revealing his heart to the only one he loved.

He collected his things and left the library. He burst through the front doors and headed straight for their destination. He slowed down once he approached the turn. He prayed he wouldn't screw up. This was the one chance he'd have to prove himself that he was worthy of something other than being someone's scapegoat.

Kyle hovered uneasily in the shadows, watching Pip as he rounded the corner. He'd looked absolutely petrified. What in the world could Pip possibly have to tell Stan? And why would that make him so nervous? He knew there was one way to find out but he would feel bad for eavesdropping. And on his own boyfriend, for that matter.

"Hey, Jew!" Kyle groaned. Great. Just great. He didn't need this right now. He wished Cartman would go find someone else to torture. Kyle whirled around. "What do you want, Cartman?" He asked in a doomed voice.

Cartman feigned a hurt look. "Now is that any way to talk to your good friend?" He put an arm around Kyle's shoulder, squeezing it a bit too hard. Kyle shied away, more disgusted than ever. He didn't know why they still hung out with each other. It wasn't as if they were particularly close.

"I was thinking you could come over to my house for a little while. You know, shoot the breeze." Cartman started. Kyle rolled his eyes. "Damn it, Cartman. Now's not really a good time." Cartman just looked at him. "Planning on having some 'fun' with your boyfriend?" He spat.

"What's it to you?" Kyle asked. He noticed the rather strange, possessive look that came over Cartman's eyes. He didn't like how he interpreted that. "You're not jealous, are you?" Kyle asked. He shivered in repulsion at the mere thought of Cartman liking him or Stan as something more than a..."friend."

"Hell no. Why would I be jealous of a stupid Jew?" Cartman said.

Kyle sighed. "Never mind. Must you really need me to service your fat self now?"

Cartman laughed softly. "Yes. I believe now would be a good time." He took Kyle by the arm and he grudgingly went without any further protest.

Stan paced back and forth anxiously by the big, green dumpster, looking at his watch from time to time. He had said 3:30, hadn't he? Where was he? Stan groaned in frustration. He could be consummating with Kyle right now if it weren't for this dumb meeting.

He heard someone cough behind him and he turned, relieved to see Pip. He could tell the other boy was quite apprehensive about something, the way he kept fiddling with his hands and picking at his clothes.

Stan waited for Pip to tell him why they were both here. For some unknown reason, Stan found himself checking Pip out. He wasn't bad looking, really. In fact, if he would just lose that silly beret and the retarded bowtie and dress in more stylish clothes, he'd actually be cute. Stan felt a blush creeping onto his neck for thinking such thoughts. He had to stay focused on what really mattered; him and Kyle. Not him and Pip.

Without much warning, Pip flew towards Stan, grabbing the ebony haired boy by the shoulders, almost lifting him off the ground. Stan struggled to free himself, but was rather surprised by the feel of Pip's lips on his. Stan managed to push Pip away from him, shoving him back against the dumpster.

There was a wild look in Pip's eyes, almost desperate.

"Stan, please. I – I love you." He stuttered.

"What?! What do you mean? I don't understand." Stan was so confused. What was up with everyone revealing his feelings for him? It had to be something in the water. Who was gonna be next? Cartman? Stan shuddered at the thought.

Pip let his backpack drop to the snow covered ground before approaching Stan slowly, stopping inches from his beautiful face.

He took more deep breaths before speaking. "Stan. I love you. I've loved you ever since sixth grade. I was always afraid of telling you, though. You've always been more popular than me at school. I knew I didn't have a chance in bloody hell with you. But Stan. I can make you happy. Please give me a chance." Stan was backing away, even as Pip said this.

"No. No, Pip. This can't be happening. I don't love you. I love Kyle." Stan stopped walking as his back hit a brick wall. Damn. The only way out now was forward, and Pip was blocking his path. Pip now had Stan cornered, both hands on either side of him on the wall, trapping him.

"Stan. Please. Let me love you. We can make this work, I know we can. You don't need Kyle when you have me." Pip's unyielding eyes mesmerized Stan. It was almost as if he were being hypnotized by the British boy. And maybe he was. Because Stan found himself drowning in Pip's slow kiss. No! This isn't right! The voice inside his head screamed. Kyle's your boyfriend. You love Kyle!

Stan moaned as he nudged Pip away. "I – I don't know. This doesn't feel right. Why are you doing this to me, Pip? Why?" Stan couldn't help it. He burst into tears. Pip pressed himself closer to Stan, snaking his arms around his somewhat well built body. He enjoyed the feel of Stan's lean chest against his own, rather skinny, pale body.

"Shhh. Don't cry now. I promise you. Everything's going to be ok. You'll see. I can make all your pain disappear if you'll just let me." Pip comforted Stan.

Stan reluctantly rested his head on Pip's shoulder, still not believing that this is what Pip's true purpose had been for this little get-together. He wished Kyle were here. He wished Kyle were holding him instead of Pip, but for some reason, Stan just couldn't seem to pull away from Pip's soothing embrace.

Kyle could hear Cartman humming cheerfully to himself in the bathroom as he leaned over the side of Cartman's bed, resting his chin on the frame. He made a mental note to wash out his mouth once he got home. Kyle let his hands idly hang from the side of the bed, barely brushing against the floor.

Seconds later, he felt his right hand brush up against something poking out from underneath the bed. Curious, Kyle scooted himself further over the edge and looked down at what he'd discovered. His eyes widened in shock. Oh my god. It couldn't be. Cartman still had this raggedy, old inanimate object, even after all these years?

Kyle grinned to himself, just thinking of the possibilities and fun him and Stan could have with Cartman. Kyle knew this was the key to all of Cartman's evil undoing.

What could it possibly be? Find out in the next chapter. We're almost finished! Heh :p