A/N: It's been almost too long but its time for chapter 13! Rip the package, pour out its contents, heat, and enjoy! 

(This takes place before Cassadi approaches the window)

Stan's P.O.V.

Stan frowned at his red haired friend, who was sitting on the couch across from him.

"I don't get it…after everything, after our fight, you didn't realize you were acting pompous until now?"

Kyle shook his head, which was lying in his hands, and his untamed curls flying out everywhere.

Stan was shocked. Wasn't Kyle supposed to be clever? He had found himself asking this question over and over again upon seeing Kyle after seven years. There was no doubt. Kyle of the Present was very different from Kyle of the Past.

Stan couldn't help wondering what the Kyle of the Future would be like.

Did he even want to know?

"…and now everyone I used to know and love hates me. And it's my fault. I'm the asshole."

Oh…

Stan grabbed his best friend's hands, which caused Kyle to actually look up at him.

"I don't hate you at all."

In spite of himself, Kyle grinned.

"Yeah, I kinda knew that. I just had this feeling that no matter what, you'd always be there for me. That's why I came here; I really needed to be with someone I knew loved me. Lucky for me."

Stan grinned. His whole body felt warm from love, despite the temperature.

Or maybe it was just that he had cranked up the heat in his home.

No. It was the love.

"I'm the one who's lucky to be able to love someone like you."

Kyle stood up abruptly. He had just realized this was playing out like an old romance novel, the idea was so worn, and yet…

Stan, as usual, read Kyle's mind.

"Sorry that did sound kind of cheesy. I mean, no best friend should say that…" He grinned gently.

Kyle said nothing; he was so blank, unreadable.

And gorgeous.

Stan nervously reached out to touch his friend's face, to make sure Kyle wasn't as dead as he looked. When he touched his cheek Kyle sprung back to life. He gripped his friend's hand.

"Stan, just how much do you love me?"

Stan knew he'd never have to answer that question.

Kyle was clever after all.

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Kyle's P.O.V. (A/N shudder this is getting too deep for me but I have a strong urge to keep going.)

Kyle was nervous and excited at the same time.

Stan loved him! Not as a friend, but as a potential partner…someone loved him.

Cassadi didn't love him.

Maybe she loved how he fit the part of perfect millionaire husband quality. Smart, handsome…Jewish.

But she had never loved him for him.

He never thought he'd actually get to know what it would feel like to have someone really love him.

And now he did.

Unfortunately there were laws against them ever actually being together.

Stan wrapped his arms around his friend.

"Listen, sorry. I know I scared you but that's how it is, and I was just laying it on the table." He whispered. "It's a fact, and I guess I wanted you to know before your wedding…in three days."

God! Why the hell did Kyle keep forgetting that!

Stan frowned; Kyle was being so quiet, so he decided to try something.

He leaned in and kissed the side of his friend's mouth.

Kyle gasped but didn't object or egg him on to continue.

By now he was just too stunned.

But outside someone had no problem objecting.

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If Cassadi had actually loved Kyle she might have just slinked away, heartbroken and empty.

But Cassadi was incapable of love. So she barged right in.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO MY FINACEE!"

Both Kyle and Stan jumped; startled that someone would break into the intimate scene.

"I KNEW IT! I KNEW THERE WAS SOMETHING I DIDN'T LIKE ABOUT YOU. I DON'T CARE HOW MANY GIRLS YOU SCREWED, YOU'RE STILL A DIRTY FAG."

"Cassadi…" Kyle whispered, for that's all the louder he was able to speak. "Honey…"

"DON'T HONEY ME…WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP HIM? IT WAS OBVIOUS HE WANTS YOU. STAY AWAY FROM HIM…HAVEN'T I TOLD YOU THAT? YOU LOVE ME! YOU HAVE TO LOVE ME KYLE."

"I do…" Kyle was still hushed. "Really, I don't know what just happened. It was just a weird spur of the moment thing. Just a little nothing. Let's go, come on, we can forget it. I'm going to marry the one I love in three short days. Stan and I are just friend, that's all. Nothing but friends."

Cassadi was shocked. But not as shocked as Stan.

Nothing but friends. Those three words hit him like a ton of bricks. Funny, he had actually hoped to hear three words, but they had been in the form I love you.

Now that he thought about it…Kyle had never confessed love to Stan…not even as a friend.

Stan had just assumed.

But apparently he had been wrong.

Stan didn't hear or see Kyle and Cassadi take their leave. His vision had become blurry and all he heard was nothing but friends replaying over and over in his jumbled head.

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It was odd to think that yesterday at this time Stan wasn't even really aware that he loved Kyle.

And now his heart was broken because of him.

Life sucked sometimes.

O.K. most of the time.

Knock Knock

Who would dare to disturb his moping?

Stan walked with heavy feet over to the door.

Of course.

The very one who had caused it.

"What the hell do you want?" Stan was feeling outraged and his friend's courageousness.

"I just wanted to err…see how you were." This was not going the way Kyle had hoped.

He grinned innocently.

Somehow this made Stan angrier. The smile said that Kyle had come over to propose that they keep everything that happened on the down low. Like he had said. Forget it. It was nothing. They were nothing but friends. That's all they'd ever be.

Stan slammed the door in Kyle's face.

A/N: Do not fear, it's not over yet! Next chapter is the weddings…will Kyle go through with it or will his heartstrings tear at the mere thought?