Chapter 2

Kyle awoke to a tapping at his bedroom window. He looked over at the clock, two in the morning. He sighed and got up to open his window for Stan.

"Stan, have you been thinking again?" Kyle sat down on his bed and Stan sat next to him. "Dude, you really need to let that go. You could have so much better than her right now, if you'd give it up."

"I couldn't sleep. I didn't know who else to go to. I can't trust Cartman and I doubt I could trust Kenny. I don't know Tweek and Butters enough to trust them with this kind of stuff. I."

"Figured as much. But why didn't you just call me?" He pointed towards the phone that was next to his bed.

"Didn't want to wake your mom."

"But you had no problem waking me up." Even though Kyle was tired and a bit irritated, he couldn't help but smile because Stan was there.

Stan smiled. "I was thinking about how Wendy--" Stan stopped because he noticed that Kyle had grabbed his hand.

Kyle let go. "I'm sorry, you just seem…" he let his eyes wander a bit, afraid of Stan's reaction. "Vulnerable."

"Kyle?" Stan asked, looking in his eyes. "Are you gay…for me?" Kyle waited a second before answering a weak sort of 'yes.' "I'm, I'm not that way, man. I'm sorry."

"I know, I keep telling myself that." He stared down at the plaid stripes of his boxers.

"I should probably go. I'm sorry that I bothered you."

Stan climbed out the window and Kyle closed it before getting back in bed. "God, Kyle," he told himself. "How stupid are you? Gay guys can't fall for straight ones, especially their best friend." He sighed and went to sleep.

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"Kyle, can I talk to you?"

"Uh, sure," Kyle turned and walked away from Cartman and Kenny for a moment. "What is it, Wendy?"

"I just wanted to let you know that I like you." Wendy looked into his face with hope but the expression she saw only brought her disappointment.

"Wendy, I'm sorry. I'm gay."

"You like Stan, huh?" Kyle nodded. "Does he know?"

"He found out this morning. I guess that's why he's not here. I didn't see him at lunch either." He looked to Wendy to see if she'd seen him.

She decided to answer to get her mind off of what he'd said a few seconds before. "He was in English today. I didn't ask if he was coming to drama practice. I only assumed he would." She shrugged.

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"Mom, aren't gonna get the door?"

"Stan, can you get it for me please?"

Stan sighed and removed himself from his comfortable spot on the couch and opened the door. "Oh, hey, Kyle." He tried his best to sound as though he was comfortable in his friend's presence. He opened the door further so that Kyle could step in but he chose not to.

"I shouldn't stay long. I was just coming to ask you why you weren't at practice today. Wendy said she saw you in English. So we know you were at school. And where did you go at lunch?"

"I went home after English, I felt sick. I'm feeling better now though," Stan lied. He was avoiding Kyle all day but this he couldn't avoid. Evading Kyle was easy at school because they had no classes together but at home, there was no dodging that could be done.

"Okay, well I hope to see you at school tomorrow. Later, Stan."

Stan closed the door behind him and sat back down on the couch in front of the TV. "Is anything wrong, Stan?" his mom called from the kitchen.

"No, mom, everything is fine."

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"No, no, it's 'and Juliet is the sun,'" Wendy said a bit irritated.

"That's what I said, 'and Juliet is a ho.'"

Wendy sighed. "Cartman, this is hopeless. Everything with you is hopeless."

"Not everything is hopeless, Wendy. Almost everything is hopeless, but not everything. You haven't kissed me yet, ho." Wendy made a face. "You wanna try me, bitch?"

She laughed, "No, not really. That's why I thought Kyle should be Romeo. I've seen him kiss girls." Wendy knew that Kyle doesn't kiss girls because he is gay but she just wanted to see Cartman's reaction. She'd never really seen Kyle with anybody.

"Are you saying that I'm a fag, ho?" He glared at her. "Why would you wanna kiss a fag Jew? Stupid bitch." I'll show her. I'll memorize my lines and give that ho a kiss she could never get from a fag.

"I'm not saying anything." Wendy walked away laughing.

Cartman stared after her, frowning at her back. He was determined to show her that he could be Romeo.

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