A/N: IF YOU READ YOU MUST REVIEW. FEELING PRETTY LONELY UP IN HERE.

Kyle's P.O.V.

Kyle wrapped his arms around his mother who was sobbing happily into his shoulder. He sighed and looked around at the people watching them. Some were laughing, some looked amused and some looked like they wished their mother loved them this much. Kyle felt embarrassed. Since he had left South Park and started hanging with the elite, public signs of affection had started to make him feel…well…odd. Like if people wanted to hug and kiss do it on your own time and don't make everyone else watch you.

"I've missed you so much baby!" his mom finally managed after pulling herself together. They got into her car. On the way home she went on and on about handsome, but skinny, he looked. He leaned his head on the window feeling this had already been a major mistake.

When they pulled up to his house Kyle got out as fast as he could, lugging his duffel bag on his shoulder. He stared at the house. He had grown up here…it wasn't as impressive as Cassadi's houses but then again…had Cassadi really had a childhood? Not really. She had been rich and toted around all her life, hardly seeing her parents, not really having any real friends and defiantly not a best friend. 'Best friend…was Stan here yet?' He climbed up the stairs to his house…

Stan's P.O.V.

"OH MY FAWKING GOD GUYS!"cried Eric. "I SAW KYLE'S MOM AND SHE SAID HE'S HERE!"

"Who's here?" Stan asked absentmindedly, he was watching T.V.

Eric hit him over the head with a pillow. "Santa fucking Claus…who the hell do you think? KYLE."

"Kyle's here!" Kenny turned around to look at Eric. "Nu-uh…your shittin me."

"I am not shitting you!" Eric cried. "He's here…and we're going to see him."

"No Eric." Stan said gently.

"Yes Stan."

"No Eric."

"Yes Stan."

"No Eric."

"Yes Stan."

"No Eric."

"Yes Stan…Yes."

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Kyle's P.O.V.

"Kyle, get the door." Ike shouted to his older brother.

"Not in the mood…thanks though!" Kyle teased his brother.

"Answer the fawking door before I …

"Before you what…?"

"Just get the damn door!"

Kyle chuckled and went towards the door. He wretched it open. What he saw next almost made him fall backwards. An extremely fat man was in the doorway…behind him Kyle could two considerably smaller men. A blonde one, wrapped in an orange parka, and a very handsome man with raven black hair.

"Can I er…help you…gentlemen?" he asked them stiffly.

"Gentlemen? HA! Why are you being so damn formal to your best friends you faggot Jew?"

The fat man wobbled inside.

Second the blonde orange parka man stalked in the door.

"Hi Kyle…long time no see." He then followed the fat man through the door.

Lastly the black haired man walked up to him, eyes on him. The eyes felt like spot lights to Kyle. Their eyes met for a moment and the black haired man grabbed Kyle's slightly shaking hand.

Kyle smiled.

"Hi Kyle." Stan said.

"Hey Stan." Kyle said, feeling nervous and thrilled at the same time.