A/N: Wow. I really have nothing to say so…YAY! I UPDATED FINALLY! Am I going too slow? Slap me if I'm going to slow. not really!

Kenny's P.O.V.

Kenny tried to collect himself, but the task was an impossible one. He had been laughing so hard he had fallen with a loud and painful thud to the ground, but he had kept on howling even when he realized his left shoulder was going to be banged up. Tears were chasing each other joyfully down his face.

"It's really not funny…" Kyle started, but he was interrupted by another howl of laughter from Kenny.

Finally Kenny managed to crawl back up into his chair, still smirking.

"Ok, Ok. I'm good now. So, Stan was hitting on you? What else is new? He hits on everybody. He's probably hit on me once or twice, but I don't get all in a huff about it."

"Yeah, well, that's because you're a bisexual. You don't mind if a dude hits on you because you'd screw anybody. I'm not like that. I'm…"

"...a stuck up asshole from Dream World, where people like me don't exist? I know." Kenny was done laughing. Now he felt spiteful. "Which brings me to my next question, why don't you just grab your bitchy girlfriend and go home to Fairyland where no one is gay or poor, and everyone is beautiful and smart? Because it sure as hell isn't like that in Colorado. You should know, you grew up here. Or at least I think you did but you're such a different person these days sometimes I doubt you're even the Kyle I knew."

Kenny glanced up, and noted in satisfaction that Kyle had a look on his face that was stricken, horrified, and slightly angry all at the same time. Kyle's hair was still wet from his shower and so there were curls streaming down his face, but yet Kenny could plainly see that he had pissed him off.

And he was happy, no, thrilled about it.

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Kyle's P.O.V.

He walked slowly through the snow. He knew he should just go home, see his family who he had neglected through this whole trip, hang with his brother, and then leave to go back to Malibu, where he belonged now. He didn't belong with his redneck friends anymore. He belonged with Cassadi and their other rich friends. He belonged in country clubs, partying on the back of yachts, playing croquet, drinking fine wines…God.

It all sounded so distasteful.

He was becoming the kind of person he always had hated.

Ones who thought of nothing but themselves, people who spent most of their time laughing at those below them, rednecks, laughing at people who he had grown up with, laughing at his family and friends. Constantly laughing. Damn.

He realized that he was shaking with fury. And at whom was he angry at? Yeah. Himself. Makes sense right?

He couldn't go home. He couldn't see Cassadi.

So he went to back to the only other family he had in South Park.

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Stan's P.O.V

"Woah! Your back!" Stan chimed, and then he grinned sheepishly. "I thought I scared you away. Listen I'm sorry, I was being stupid and immature, I shouldn't have done that, after, you know…what happened last time I err…hit on you.

(A/N: But YA'LL don't know! And neither do I YET! Hehehe)

He was smiling a little but it disappeared as soon as he saw the look on his friend's face.

"Oh my god…what happened?" Without thinking he pulled his friend into a one armed hug.

But Kyle said nothing; he just choked back a sob and rested his head on his best friend's shoulder, glad that he knew at least one person still cared for him.

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Cassadi's P.O.V.

Where the hell was he? Cassadi was feeling awfully pissed. Why the hell would Kyle just walk out the door on her?

Well, let's see….

He had gotten a phone call from his scummy friend, Stan. He had been grinning when he picked up the phone, then he had paled. She heard him talking gently to his friend, and then he had hung up, turned to her and said that Stan had just found out that his girlfriend had cheated on him and that he, Kyle, needed to go console him.

And why?

Because that's what friends do.

This made Cassadi immensely happy that she didn't have any real close friends.

But now it was 10:30.

Where the fuck was he?

Thousands of images crossed Cassadi's mind.

None too pleasant.

"Sheila? Where does Kyle's friend, Stan live?"

"Not far from here, just a couple blocks down, I guess. Oh, when Kyle was little he'd walk there all the time. And now he's so grown up, getting married…"

But she didn't finish what she was going to say because she broke into tears.

"Oh! My baby, he's so grown up, he's such a man…"

But Cassadi closed the door in her face and cursed silently at the below average weather.

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She approached a house, the only one where lights were still on. God what the fuck? Don't people stay out around here? Fucking rednecks. How can they live like this? Kyle's so lucky I'm saving his ass from this kind of a future.

She assumed, and hoped, that whatever house Kyle was hiding in had the lights on. So she quietly walked up the steps to what she hoped was the Marsh's house.

She gasped.

Yeah. She had the right house. Unfortunately.

Oh. God.

A/N: CLIFFHANGER! Ok, it's not that serious really, and it's not what you think. Yet. Hehehe. God, gay relationships with guys are so HOT though. Any girl would think so. Unless she was a lesbian, which I don't get how ANYONE COULD BE WHEN GUYS ARE SO HOT! But yeah, I guess I can see how they don't want a man overpowering them. Yeah, but still. Yeah I know, I'm going on and on and talking like a slut but I just saw a trailer for a movie with Jake Gyllanah (yeah I know I murdered that name) and Heath Ledger where they're gay and it's just. Yeah, I know I say Yeah to much. Wow. This paragraph was longer then my whole chapter. N-E-WAY. Next chapter will be a bit of flashbacking. (Woo-hoo!) And some surprising new surprises! So stay tuned!