A/N: Homecoming dance/ game are over. No more school excitement and no more wrapping people's houses in toilet paper. sigh oh well. We'll try to make chapters longer but it shall be hard.

"Sometimes I seriously just want to shove her ass out of my apartment. I actually feel like a hate her… sometimes." Stan sighed to his friend.

"Well, then why don't you just break up? You're obviously not good for each other. Why even start a life together when you know it's going to probably end in tragedy?"

"Well, for one. She's hotter then anything you've ever seen. Secondly, I really…don't know. I guess I just fear winding up, alone."

The two young men were sprawled out across the floor, staring at the ceiling for lack of anything better to stare at.

There was an awkward silence.

It was amazing that they had already gone this deep with each other. Kyle had only been back for a couple hours, and here they were, 2:30 AM, hot chocolate, laying next to each other and complaining about the complications of life.

"At least your girlfriend needs you, mine has everything she'd ever want. I don't even know why she wants me! She could have any guy in the world…"

"Whoa!" Stan interrupted, sitting up abruptly and looking at Kyle. "Were you just putting yourself down?"

"No! I just meant she could have anyone! She's gorgeous and rich! What guy wouldn't want that? So why is she picking me over all those fantastically handsome, well built dudes?"

"But you're handsome and well built." Stan pointed out, before he could stop himself. He clasped his hand over his mouth the second after he said it, but it was a second too late.

Kyle looked at him in disbelief, and then he burst out laughing. He was laughing so hard he couldn't speak for a long time, but he finally regained himself.

"That (gasp for air) sounded so… (yet another gasp for air)...so gay."

Stan grabbed his friend by the hair (which was still very untamed from childhood) and shoved him back to the ground.

"You need to shut up." He said grinning slightly. "If I was gay, it wouldn't be you I was after anyway."

"Oh really. And who would your mystery man be then? Hmmm?"

Stan thought for a minute.

"Kenny."

Kyle started laughing again. But this time it didn't really seem authentic.

"Really? You'd pick Kenny over me?" He asked, faking a hurt look.

"Well, sure, he'd be easy…wouldn't he?"

Kyle laughed a real laugh this time.

"Most likely, hey dude, I have to go to bed, I'm seriously starting to lose it. You can stay here on the couch if you want. Just don't be scared if you hear my mom and dad coming in, they'll be home around like, five or something."

Stan frowned. "No, I better go home. I've been very rude, coming home to see my family and then staying the nights with a random bunch of different people."

"I'm random?" Kyle asked, this time he really looked hurt for real.

"No! I just should really go home…I guess." Stan finished lamely.

"Oh, alright, see you later Stan." Kyle still looked indignant and being called random.

Stan sighed yet again, this time at himself. God Marsh, you've got to start watching what you say.

A/N: Crappy chapter, we know it. Sorry it's like 10 words. We have homecoming hangovers.