A/N: Ok, yes, I finally updated this. This will be the last chapter, but I'll be back with another story soon. I like this ending a lot better than the last one, but it's just a tad short…sorry bout that.


There was no way this could be happening. A sudden feeling of fear shot through every vain in Kyle's body. Christophe had made it seem like he was so sorry in the email, but he couldn't trust him. He never wanted to see him again after what had happened. Thinking about it brought tears to his eyes. The only think Kyle could do right now, was tell Stan. The two told each other everything, they were just like that. Kyle needed Stan's comfort and love more than anything.
They were sitting in the big arm chair in Stan's living room. Kyle was resting on top of Stan, while his boyfriend caressed his red curls.

"What's wrong? You seem distracted," Stan said, concerned.

"Well, I don't know how to tell you this, but, Christophe is coming back to South Park, and there is nothing I can do about it, and I'm really scared…" Kyle explained, his voice cracking slightly. Stan's grip on him tightened.

"I'm gonna let him hurt you again," he said reassuringly. Kyle sadly smiled, snuggling further in the other boy.


Stan and Kyle stood in front of Christophe's old house. No one had moved in, and Christophe still had the key. They could talk in private this way. Stan would be outside, in case Christophe tired anything. Stan gave Kyle a long, tender kiss, as if it were their last, before Kyle walked into the house.

The room they were standing in was small, dusty, and empty. Kyle felt uncomfortable doing this. He was standing face to face with the person who had given him so much joy, only for it to end in pain. Christophe, on the other hand, seemed completely relaxed, leaning against the wall, smoking. They stood in silence for a while, trying to avoid eye contact.

"I'm very pleased to see you here, Kyle," Christophe said, moving closer, Kyle still said nothing.

"So we're going to get back together right?" The Frenchman continued to move closer. Kyle felt his back hit the wall. He was now trapped. Christophe had a smug smile on his face.

"I can't got back with you, I'm with Stan now," Kyle shuddered.

"Oh, are you really?" the boy seemed a bit disappointed, but didn't back down.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, it's just what you did, I can never trust you again…" Kyle had run out of things to say. He saw Christophe's fists clench, but then he let out a heavy sigh, his lips captured Kyle's. After a few moments, he pulled away, looking satisfied. Kyle felt his hand caress his cheek.

"Never forget me, kay?"

All Kyle could do was nod. The dark haired boy walked out of the house, every footstep echoing in the darkness. He heard Stan running up the stairs. He came bursting into the room.

"Oh thank god you're okay," he said, breathing a sigh of relief. Kyle giggled.

"Yeah, I'm okay…now," Kyle replied. Stan felt it unnecessary to ask about what had happened. Kyle seemed alright. The redhead grabbed Stan's hand, leading him out of the house, feeling happier than he had been in a long time.


Yea, I thought it was okay. It's not the best ending in the world, but whatever. So yea please review, no flames please.