Chapter 3
Stan knocked on Kyle's bedroom door. He didn't want to walk in the room if Kyle was in his boxers, it might distract him from his purpose. "Kyle, it's Stan." When Kyle made no reply, Stan turned the knob and the door opened. "Kyle, I came here to apologize to you."
He was sitting on his bed. "For what?" Stan walked over and sat beside him.
"The other night and when I came here at two in the morning. And also for not realizing." Kyle looked at him with a puzzled expression as to what it was that Stan was talking about. Stan continued, "Every time I think of you, in my mind's eye, I see you in your boxers." He paused again to take a breath before taking the plunge. "Shit, Kyle. I'm gay. I never realized before that the reason that I want to be with you is not because you're my best friend. It is because I do like you, I just didn't realize it. I guess my subconscious just was trying to cover it up with the whole Wendy thing. I never actually thought that either one of us would be gay. I thought that if someone were to be gay it would be Butters." Stan smiled a bit but wouldn't look at Kyle. "Turns out that it was both of us."
"Stan? Do me a favor…?" Stan looked up to see that Kyle was now quite close to him. "Shut up." Stan smiled but what he didn't realize was that Kyle was coming down on him. Stan only noticed when he was laying down on the bed with Kyle's lips pressed against his.
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"Kenny, you are gonna help me memorize my lines or else I'll kill you!" Cartman pointed, when Kenny opened the door.
Kenny shrugged. "You're the one who wanted to be Romeo so badly."
"Ya know what, Kenny? I'm tired of you criticizing me so just shut up!" Cartman glared. "I'm gonna kill you in your sleep, bitch!" Kenny just shrugged and closed the door.
Dying was no big deal to Kenny McCormick. He died practically everyday. Why should he care if Cartman killed him again? Cartman sighed and walked off of the McCormick's front steps.
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It being a Saturday, Wendy and Bebe were at the mall. Bebe picked up a shirt from the rack of clothes she had with her in the dressing room. "Wendy, how do you think this would look on me?"
Wendy ignored her question and said, "Bebe, I'm worried."
"About what?"
"The play. Last I checked, Cartman wasn't doing so well in memorizing his lines. I'm afraid he's gonna screw the whole thing up." Wendy looked to Bebe who was testing her reflection in the mirror, seemingly not paying attention to her friend that was speaking to her.
"Don't worry about Cartman; if he ruins the play, then he ruins the play. Big deal. I don't see why you care so much." Bebe pulled at the shirt a bit. "Do you think I look fat in this?"
"No, you look fine." Wendy frowned. "And maybe you're right. I shouldn't worry about Cartman."
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"Hello, Mr. Tweak," Cartman spoke in a clear, seemingly innocent tone. "Is your son Tweek home?"
"Yeah, Eric. He's in his room. Go ahead inside." Mr. Tweak stepped aside to let Cartman through.
Cartman barged into Tweek's room. "Tweek, you're gonna help me! I need to memorize my lines!"
"Th-that sound like a lot of.." he twitched. "..stress." Tweek's shirt was always buttoned incorrectly and his hair was a mess. He also twitched every once in a while. Okay, a lot.
"I brought you coffee," Cartman offered, handing him the cup. He knew that threats would only freak him out and then he wouldn't do it. Cartman had to get Tweek to help him because if he didn't, he'd never have a chance with Wendy.
"Coffee?" Tweek also had problems about drinking coffee that was why he twitched. "Um, okay. But if it's too much stress, I'm not doing it." He took a sip of the coffee.
Cartman handed Tweek the book. "You can read the lines of everybody except Romeo!" he thought for a moment about how he would feel if Tweek was Juliet. "Let me be Juliet too! I'd rather kiss myself than a spaz!"
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"Kyle, are you sure about this?"
"Well, you're the only who admitted that you're gay." Kyle flashed a smile.
"I know, but what I mean is, won't you're parents send you off to Jew camp or something?" Stan asked, a bit worried.
"I wasn't talking about telling our parents! God, no!" Kyle laughed. "How's this, we won't really tell anyone." Stan wasn't sure what he meant until Kyle grabbed his hand. Kyle pulled Stan out of his house and they began walking, hand in hand, down the street.
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Cartman heard a knock at the door. "Mom, get the fricken door!" When there was no reply, he was forced to get up and open the door himself, only to see Kyle and Stan in the doorway. "What do you homos want?" Cartman shifted his gaze downward a bit, and then he noticed that they were holding hands. "Ha!" Cartman laughed. "I always knew you guys were fags!"
"What are you doing, fatass?" Kyle asked.
"Um, nothing." He was hiding the Romeo and Juliet book behind his back. He couldn't let them know that he was studying.
Stan caught a glimpse of the book and asked, "How are your lines coming?"
"Why do you care? Your boyfriend's a Jew!" It was the only thing he could come up with. "Look, I don't have time to deal with you bitches." Cartman shut the door in their faces and sat back down on the couch. He continued his practicing, "But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun…"
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The play shall be soon! xD