A/N: O.K this chapter will mostly be a flashback. Many answers today, but you still don't get to know what Cassdi knows. AWWWWWWWWW. LOL.

And now…Chapter 12, a flashback.

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Stan's P.O.V

When you're sixteen, are the star of the football team, have the world's hottest girlfriend, the universe's most loyal best friend, a fairly good family life, pretty good grades, and the admiration of everyone around you, how could you possibly be depressed?

You couldn't, but Stan was.

Why?

Let's go over it again.

Star of the football team – Which meant practices 24/7, no free time, and if you weren't in school you were on the field.

World's hottest girlfriend – With the world's worst attitude. Wendy was a bitch. (Poor Stan, he always gets these winner girlfriends.)

Universe's most loyal best friend – Which meant even when you're an asshole he won't be mad. Why couldn't Kyle just scream at him like everyone else's best friend? He was starting to feel like not matter how many times he hurt his friend ( a grand total of 8,000,000,000 times so far) his friend would never, ever, be angry with him, which made Stan feel that they didn't even have a real relationship.

Fairly Good Family Life – Only because Shelly had left with no intentions of ever coming back, and not that Stan cared, but it hurt his parents. A lot.

Pretty Good Grades – Only because Mr. Universe, Kyle, did most of his shit for him why he was a football, or, god forbid, having fun. (Usually by means of getting drunk.)

Admiration of Everyone – But no one, except for maybe Kyle, actually liked him for him. They liked him because he was a football star. So his problems were like a domino. Quit football? Quit being popular, lose hot girlfriend, lose Kyle doing homework for him because now he'd have no reason not to do it himself, hence lose good grades. He might not lose Kyle, but he didn't feel like he had had best friend anyway. And that was what depressed him the most.

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Kyle's P.O.V.

So he was sick of his so-called best friend. So what? Kyle knew he would never let his best friend down. That's not what best friends do.

Kyle sighed as he started Stan's literature paper again.

"Hey Kyle! Open the door! It's me."

Kyle blinked.

"Come on its cold!"

"Then knock like normal people!"

Pause

"Why? You know I'm here."

"What, are you too special to knock now? Should I be able to sense you now because scum can always sense when something superior is in the area?"

Stan opened the door himself.

"What the hell? Are you pissed at me?"

"Gee. Why would you think that asshole?"

"God! Someone's one their period…" Secretly Stan was kind of glad Kyle was actually showing some emotion towards him. Finally.

Stan wrapped his arms around his friend and turned his head so they were sitting with their foreheads resting on each others.

"You know, some conjoined twins have to live like this, all their lives."

Kyle shoved him off.

"Hey!" Stan cried indignantly. "At least let a guy know what he did!"

"Fuck up"

"Oh Kyle!" Stan said in a high mocking voice. "Don't speak to your lover like that!"

"Stan please. Just shutup."

"You're breaking my poor heart!"

"God."

"You're cheating on me with that bastard?"

"I'm going to kill you."

"Not if I kill you first."

Stan's P.O.V ----

Stan then lunged at his friend. Grabbing the back of Kyle's head, he rammed their heads together. Their lips locked.

Well hadn't meant for that to happen!

How the hell did that even happen?

He had really meant for it to be a painful experience. Not a good one.

A good one?

Did he just think a good one?

He was pondering all this when it finally dawned on him that ten seconds had passed and neither he nor Kyle had moved a muscle.

He quickly pulled himself away; he knew a look of shock was on his face.

He thought he saw a flicker of hurt and remorse on Kyle's face after he had pulled away so quickly, but it was so fast Stan assumed it to be an illusion.

"Woah." He said after what seemed like and eternity.

"That...that was messed up." Kyle stuttered.

"I'm so sorry; I hadn't wanted that to happen really…"

"You didn't?"

Stan froze. What the hell did that mean?

"Wha…?"

"You can honestly say that you have never wondered or even thought about ever kissing me?"

Stan was at a loss.

"Hmmm?"

"I…

"Never curious? I mean I am probably the closest person to you in your life, you know."

He knew. What he didn't know is why Kyle was acting so funny.

"Well, I guess I probably have…but not obsessively."

"Hm."

"Why have you?"

Kyle grinned.

"Not obsessively."

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Stan was stretched out across his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

This happened in movies, plays, books, musicals, Broadway shows, it happened on television.

But it never happened in real life.

People never fell in love with their best friends.

Especially if it changed their sexual orientations if they did.

A/N: See? Stan's flirting turned him gay! Hahaha. Where're closing in on the story guys. I just had to have you know this part to explain the rest of the story. Only 2, 3 or 4 more chapters before I can say "The End."