A/N: Okay, I know, this chapter is long overdue... and sort of short... but it's not my fault! ...Okay, well, maybe it is. Writer's block is bad, y'hear? Originally this chapter was a lot longer... but it was also the end of the story, which it's not anymore. I'm not entirely sure how long this story is going to be. Could be one more chapter, could be another ten. :shrugs: Shows you how much thought I put into stuff ahead of time....

By the way, if at the end of this chapter you're like, "WTF DID YOU DO THAT FOR?" I swear to God it has a point! Just wait and see. I won't spoil it for you now, though, just scuttle along and read and review. :D

Losing

"Kyle...."

"No, please don't say you don't care about me in that way, please don't say it, Stan...."

"Kyle."

"Do you really have to say it?" Kyle offered a weak smile, his face now a bright red.

"Yes, Kyle, I do have to say it." Kyle groaned. "I have a boyfriend, and don't you think it could ruin our friendship if we were... more than friends?"

"We'll never know until we give it a shot," Kyle said with a forced laugh. 'I've probably already ruined our friendship by telling you, anyways....' Stan pulled him into a tight hug and let out a soft sigh.

"I've always loved you, Kyle, but what if we broke up? You're the person I care most about in the world, and if I lost you... I don't know what I would do." Kyle was about to respond when the hall light turned out, and Stan's face paled a little. "It's really late, my parents will go crazy if they see you here... you need to go."

Kyle nodded slowly, opening Stan's window and carefully climbing out, though he didn't go home. No... he decided to go visit Christophe, to perhaps try convince himself that Christophe deserved Stan.... Or to laugh at how badly he got hurt.

Kyle made his way quickly to the hospital, still wondering what on earth Christophe had that he didn't. 'Maybe he's a good kisser,' Kyle found himself thinking. 'Or good in be– I don't want to think about that.'

Kyle headed back to Christophe's room silently, his face still pink from his talk with Stan... 'it'll be fun and awkward seeing him tomorrow.' As he approached the room, he found the curtains around the bed were closed, and there were voices coming from behind them.

"Christophe... mmm... see you tomorrow?"

"Don't go so quickly, Gregory... stay with me?"

"Hehe, okay..." the talking stopped and Kyle knew exactly what was happening, though he decided to catch them anyways. He pulled open the curtain and put on a false look of surprise at the sight of Gregory sitting at the side of the bed kissing Christophe.

"Well... you two seem to have hit it off well," Kyle said calmly, and Gregory jumped up quickly to look at Kyle. Christophe made no sign of shock or surprise to see Kyle standing there.

"Hey, Kyle," Christophe said smoothly, while Gregory muttered something quietly, and he grabbed his coat and ran off quickly. "Now look what you've done... you scared away my guest."

"Guest? Dude, I'm going to tell Stan what happened – "

"He didn't believe you before... you think he'll believe you now?" Kyle gritted his teeth, why was Christophe doing this? Why was he toying with Stan's heart?

"So you're just going to keep... keep leading him on?!"

"Well, you see, I'm just not sure." Kyle's eyes widened with shock that anyone could be so... horrible. "Though I suppose I should thank you... Gregory told me it was your idea he come visit me in the hospital." Christophe laughed a bit, and Kyle punched him in the face, and his yell was sure to attract a nurse.

"YOU BASTARD!" Kyle had started to yell, but he had in fact got a nurse's attention, and she started to drag him out of the room. "SO HELP ME GOD THE NEXT TIME I SEE YOU I WILL KILL YOU! YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED!"

"God's a pussy, he won't help you," Christophe said cooly as Kyle was dragged forcefully out of the room.

"I have to tell Stan... I have to tell him... he has to know...." Kyle muttered as he walked in no particular direction down the street, sending one last dark glare at the hospital. He was making his way around when he saw Pip.

"Hello Kyle," Pip said politely, though for the first time in Kyle's memory the politeness was a little forced, he obviously had something else on his mind as he turned to see him.

"I don't have time for you, Pip...." Kyle murmured, but Pip continued talking.

"Say, have you seen Damien lately?" Kyle stopped walking. That had caught his attention.

"Er... I haven't seen him today, why?"

"I went by his house you see, and it was empty. No one there, the furniture's all gone... everything." Pip said sadly. "I know he's on the go a lot, but I thought... well, I hoped he'd say goodbye to me at least. I know you two have been getting along well, I was wondering if he'd said anything to you...."

"N-no... he hadn't...." Kyle forgot about Christophe for a minute. Damien had been such a good friend to him, it seemed impossible he would've left without another word.

"Would you mind terribly looking around for him?" Pip was biting his lip, it was very obvious he was doing all he could from crying.

"Yeah, of course..." forgetting for a minute how much he hated the British boy, him and Pip were wandering all over South Park together, searching for the faintest trace of Damien. They were still wandering around at two in the morning, even when neither could see a thing, and it was clear that Damien had indeed gone.

"But why? Why would he just go?" Pip wasn't fighting it anymore, tears were falling heavily down his cheeks, and it then Kyle remembered that Pip and Damien were dating... he'd been too preoccupied when he'd seen them before to even register it, but it was coming back to him.

"He came back before, didn't he? I'm sure he'll... come back again...." Kyle was struggling to hide his own emotions, and he didn't even protest when Pip flung his arms around him and sobbed into Kyle's jacket.

"K-Kyle... do g-gays... go to H-Hell?"

"I dunno, Pip... why would you ask?" Kyle was surprised that Pip would ask such a thing.

"N-no reason... I was j-just won... wondering.... I'm g-gonna go h-home, Kyle... th-thanks for helping me l-look for him...."

Kyle watched as Pip ran off towards where Kyle supposed his house was, and then he slowly made his own way home, a few tears managing to escape from his own eyes.

Once Kyle had made his way home, he knew he couldn't call Stan due to the time to tell him what had happened. As he climbed into bed, he figured he could talk to Stan at school, but little did Kyle know something else would distract him at school when the morning dawned....

Trying to survive on a few hours sleep was not an easy task. Kyle pretty much sleepwalked all the way to the bus stop, though the cold air finally got to him and woke him up by the time he had arrived.

"Stan... I need to tell you something," Kyle started without even looking at Stan, but he got cut off.

"Can it wait 'til first period?" Stan said quickly, "I've gotta finish this math homework...." Kyle nodded, Stan was muttering to himself while scribbling on his homework.

"Yeah, Kyle, don't get your panties in a knot," Cartman said with a grin, "your boyfriend will talk to you later."

Kyle didn't have a chance to snap a retort, because the bus pulled up and he was grateful to get out of the cold. He was rather impatient as Stan continued to work on his homework while on the bus, Kyle really wanted to tell Stan about Christophe, but more so than that find out if somehow Stan had heard anything about Damien.

When they got to school, they started to head to the classroom where they'd be free to talk, but a piece of a conversation made Kyle rather curious what they were talking about.

"Pip... yeah, that's right...."

"Really? Wow...."

"I'll... meet you in a second, Stan," Kyle said slowly, turning to walk back to the people who had said something about Pip. Pip was extremely unpopular, no one ever talked about or to him. Except for Damien, of course.... Stan shrugged, obviously not caring what the people were saying, as he made his way to the classroom.

"Er, I'm sorry to have listened in... but... what were you saying about Pip?" Kyle knew it was rude to ask, but curiosity overwhelmed him.

"Oh, er, haven't you heard?" A girl Kyle had never seen before said uncomfortably. "Wow, I hate to be the one to tell you this... are you a friend of his?"

"Uhm... not really...." The girl looked a little bit relieved. Obviously she thought what she was about to say wouldn't affect him then, but Kyle's blood ran cold when she spoke. She was very, very wrong.

"I guess you'll find out soon enough anyways... Pip Pirrup committed suicide."