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(A/N: YES, Kyle has BLUE eyes! BLUE! Go check out Wacky Molestation if you don't believe me!)

Chapter 12 – Contemplations and Interruptions SPOV

It's been nearly a full day, and I still can't believe it. I've had this stupid smile plastered all over my face the entire day. I've been abnormally nice to everyone, including Shelly, taking my entire family off guard. They've poked and prodded me about my sudden happy spell, but got nothing out of me. After a short while they shrugged it off and got back to their lives. Which was just as well, for I had a secret. I dare not even whisper the words out loud, for fear they may shatter my reality and force me to wake up from this amazing dream.

Kyle's coming over tonight. We both agreed we should spend some time with Kenny and Cartman, like we used to. We've only seen them that one night at the party, and that made me feel guilty. I knew Kyle felt the same. Well, about Kenny at least. I'm not so sure about Cartman.

We also agreed that we would be exchanging Christmas presents that day too, with all four of us here. Even though it was technically boxing day. We usually all got presents for each other, and although Kyle always got something small for Cartman, Cartman usually got him nothing in return. He hardly let it faze him though. Cartman didn't deserve a friend like him.

Which brings me to a minor dilemma currently rotting my brain. Now that we've… well … done stuff, how do I act around him? Different, or the same? If I act the same, will he take it as a sign that I don't want anything to do with him? But if I act differently, will he be weirded out? And even more importantly, would Kenny and Cartman notice? Kenny I wasn't so worried about, he was convinced that we've been together since the fifth grade, and was usually just kidding with his sexual innuendo. Cartman, however… if he found out, it would be all over town in minutes. And then everyone would know.

I wasn't really so concerned about my parents finding out. I mean, sure they'd be shocked and all, but they'd get over it after a few days. Even Ike and Mr. Broflovski would probably accept it after a while. It was Mrs. Broflovski I was worried about. That woman was so unpredictable it was scary. I was shocked and impressed that Kyle even had the guts to do anything with me. If I lived with that woman breathing down my neck, my own shadow would cause me to jump. If she ever found out…

I shuddered, willing myself to suppress the thought.

Why was I even thinking about getting caught? Like, all we've basically done is make out for a few minutes, which could mean next to nothing. I mean, does that constitute as being together? I don't think so. One incident does not generate a relationship.

More than one however…

Dude, are me and Kyle going to get together? Are me and Kyle… together?

Strangely enough, this thought was entirely new to me. Before, all I had thought about was kissing and making out, sometimes with our shirts off. Mmrm. The idea of actually being in a real relationship with my best friend was untrodden territory. Like a holding hands, going on dates, phone calling on a day to day basis real relationship? I was totally shocked to find that this hadn't come up before. Would this be going anywhere? Would be and Kyle become a COUPLE?

Wow. That's powerful. We could be boyfriend and… boyfriend.

I mouthed the words to myself, for fear of being heard.

'Hello, this is my boyfriend, Kyle.'

I grinned as I felt how easily the words came out of my mouth. Like they were the most basic combination of syllables in the English language. It didn't feel odd, or strange, as I suspected they might have. It felt… right. Natural, as I recall myself saying before. I mouthed them again, silently.

'Have you met my boyfriend, Kyle? Hi, this is my boyfriend, Kyle. I would like to introduce you to Kyle, my boyfriend. My boyfriend. MY boyfriend. My BOYFRIEND.'

Shouldn't it have felt weird for me, a formerly straight as a ruler man to be calling someone else his boyfriend? Because it didn't. It felt fantastic. Before, for me, it was always my girlfriend, Wendy. My girlfriend Mandy. Never boyfriend.

Now that I was broken up with Mandy, I felt a huge weight lifted off of me. And then Kyle happened. I was soaring compared to before. What happened yesterday seemed like a dream. I couldn't even be sure it was real. But, in another sense, I totally knew it was real. Like illusion and reality all at once. Weird. But I know if it hadn't happened, I wouldn't have so vividly imagined myself pinning him against the window, or him moving his hands sporadically along my sides and back. Kyle was way better than anything I could have anticipated or imagined. I knew he was a little unsure, probably because he's never really had a real girlfriend. At least that I know of. This must be so weird for him. But I can tell you that no girl has ever felt as good as Kyle when he was randomly putting his hands all over me. It was like he was everywhere at once. It felt amazing. I remembered he moaned when I dared to put my tongue in his mouth. I swear, I almost threw up from nerves right there, but I somehow managed to keep it down for once. Thank God I did. He moaned… that was a really good sign, wasn't it? Like he was enjoying himself.

Man, I think I'm totally overanalyzing this whole thing. I need to take it down a notch, and see where things go.

But I couldn't resist the urge to say those magic words again. I listened intently for a moment; my sister was blaring music in her room, and I heard the TV on in the family room. With THE couch, as I have taken to calling it. I bit my lip, and dared to say the words in my normal voice. The voice that came out of me was foreign.

"Kyle and me could be together."

I couldn't take it. I broke out into a huge grin and pumped my fist in the air in my quiet chant of victory. I almost shouted huzzah, but I was smiling too wide to speak and then I started laughing uncontrollably. This was just too much to bear. To much happy. I didn't know how to deal with it. So I collapsed on my bed, laughing hysterically. I covered myself with my blankets, and laughed into my pillow, to muffle the sound. My family must think I'm going insane. I rolled over and fell off my bed. This caused me to laugh even harder, and I found that there were tears running down my face. My stomach begged me to stop, but I found I could not.

"What the hell are you on?"

I jumped and scrambled to untangle my body from the blanket as I whirled around. Kyle was leaning against my doorway with his arms crossed, giving me a bemused expression.

"'Cause I want some of that." He snickered.

I finally managed to free myself from the blankets and I stood up. Shit, was it the evening already? How long had I been contemplating all this for? If he had heard what I was saying before, he showed no sign of it on his face. Plus, his cheeks were pink with cold, implying that he had just gotten here. I glanced down to his hand, and upon seeing the splints and bandages, I finally managed to convince myself that yesterday was, in fact, not a dream.

"It's called life," I quipped back teasingly. "You should try getting some of it sometime."

Kyle pretended to give me a deathly glare. I bit my lip to keep from laughing. "Ugh! You asshole! I'll fucking kill you!" He stormed towards me, right hand pulled back as though he was about to punch me.

I was too quick for him though. I grabbed his right fist, twisted it under quickly then pulled it around so he's forced to turn around with his hand behind his back.

"What are you going to do now?" I breathed mockingly into his ear.

"This," he stated quickly, and before I had time to react, he shoved his body backwards, hard against me. I let out an oomph and fell backwards onto the foot of my bed, causing me to slide down into a sitting position on the floor. I scowled at my best friend.

"Bastard."

"Aw, now that cuts me Stan. Why would you go and say a thing like that?" He gave me a sad face, and I smiled once more.

"Because it's true."

"My parents are both alive and well, thank you." Kyle reached out his hand to help me up, but I had other ideas.

Do I dare?

I think I do.

I yanked Kyle's hand as hard as I could, causing him to fall on top of me. He landed between my legs, with one hand on either side of me, and our faces inches apart.

I was stupid to think that I'd have to act differently around Kyle. I mean, we've been around each other, acting the same way for years. Why should it change now? Things are still the same, better actually. All the tension from the past few days was gone, and was now replaced with a mildly shy atmosphere.

I smiled nervously as I brought my lips to his. The kiss was soft and sweet. Right now wasn't the best time to do anything. Kenny and Cartman would be over shortly. I brought one hand to the side of his face, and he rested his injured hand lightly on my shoulder. We broke apart, and I could see Kyle smile, a little shyly. I was totally sure now without a doubt that I intended to make Kyle my boyfriend. If he'd be willing, that is, and the signs were looking good.

Just then I remembered something.

"Kyle, there's something you ought to know."

Kyle raised his eyebrows at me. "Uh oh."

"Nonono!" I warded Kyle off of thinking that I'm about to say something bad. "This is a good thing!"

"What?" He was curious now.

"I broke up with Mandy yesterday afternoon."

Kyle looked totally surprised and taken off guard, and then he broke out in a huge grin. "Dude! That's great!" His smile quickly faded as he tried to cover up what he just said. "I mean dude, man that's tough. I'm sorry." He waited for my response, to see if I felt the same.

"Don't be," I assured him, smiling ever so slyly.

Kyle broke out in his former grin. "So what caused the sudden turnaround?"

"I don't know. I guess I just snapped from dealing with her."

"But breaking up with her on Christmas? I mean, it's great and all, but man. That's pretty harsh."

"So what, are you taking her side?"

Kyle looked at me in disbelief. "What? Never!"

"That's what I thought. Oh, and she totally accused me of liking you."

Kyle gave me a strange look. "How the hell did she know?"

"Beats me. I hadn't even talked to her in days."

Kyle raised an eyebrow at me. I think he's figured out that that's a strange turn-on for me. "Some boyfriend you are. And dude… you didn't… you know… like me, before, did you?" Kyle looked awkward at asking this question.

Eh, might as well let him know. "I think I did, but I didn't realize it. It's kinda sad when your girlfriend knows before you do, huh?"

Kyle nods in agreement, and I frowned at him. He wasn't supposed to agree with that. But then again, Kyle was rarely ever one to tell me what I wanted to hear. "I think it was somewhat the same for me too."

I smiled as I realized that we just openly admitted our feelings for each other for the first time.

Goddamn, I'm not going to turn into a girl, am I? Because if I am, just kill me. Right now.

My thoughts were interrupted as I heard the doorbell ring.

"Guess it's them," Kyle said, and he left my room to go let the arrivals in. I followed him downstairs. He had barely even opened the door before Kenny burst in, shouting greetings at us. Cartman was close behind, nearly barreling Kenny over in an attempt to get in first. I was surprised he didn't get stuck in the doorway. I didn't think it was possible for him to get any fatter, but there you have it.

Kenny gave both me and Kyle and brief pat-on-the-back hug before settling down on my couch, kicking his feet up on the coffee table and turning on the TV.

"Make yourself at home," I said to Kenny, grinning. He grinned back and saluted me.

Cartman's entrance, however, was much different. He grunted as he walked by me, barely acknowledging my presence. Kyle raised his hand to Cartman, as if to give him a high five. Leave it to Kyle to try to think the best of people. I think Harvard made him a little soft in the head in regards to remembering what an asshole Cartman was.

What Kyle had forgotten was that he raised his left hand. The broken one. I saw it coming a mile away, but it all happened too fast to be able to do anything about it. Cartman, with a malicious glint in his eye, raised his own hand up and proceeded to give Kyle the hardest high five I had ever seen anyone give anyone else in my entire life. The sound of their hands ripped through the room in a resounding crack.

I felt my heart stop as I saw Kyle's face contort in pain. For a moment, everything was quiet. Then, the quiet was shattered into a thousand shards by the sound of Kyle's scream.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" he yelled out, whirling around and clutching his hand. I saw tears of pain almost immediately spring to his eyes.

The first thing I felt was concern. I immediately rushed over to Kyle's side.

"Shit dude, are you okay?" I asked him, putting a hand on his back. He was almost doubled over, cradling his hand. He was grimacing, and his eyes were shut tight.

"No Stan, I am not fucking okay!" he shouted at me, opening his eyes for a moment to glare at me. I was a little taken aback by the hostility, but hey, the guy was in pain. Kenny was over by Kyle's side in a flash too, looking almost as concerned as me. Cartman was standing there looking stupid, maybe even a little shocked. As much of an asshole Cartman was, I don't think he expected Kyle to react quite like that.

Kenny was now gently prying Kyle's hand away from him. He gently touched it, and Kyle yelped. I took a look; his knuckles were starting to swell again, and patterns of bruises were appearing all over his hands. I don't know if Cartman caused the bruises, but it still looked pretty bad.

"You're going to need some ice on that at the very least," I noted. I put an arm around Kyle's back and started to lead him into the kitchen. I stopped for one moment as anger flared up at Cartman. I turned around and gave him one of the most deadly glares I had ever given anyone in my entire life.

"Goddamnit Cartman, you FAT FUCK! Why the hell did you have to do that? I SAW you LOOK at Kyle's hand, you KNEW it was injured, so what the hell was that for? You are such an ASSHOLE!"

Cartman looked at me for a moment, trying to come up with a clever retort. "Ey! YeWell maybe Kahl shouldn't have tried to high-five me in the first place, stupid Jew fag."

I was about to retort when I saw the murderous look on Kenny's face. He would take care of verbally abusing Cartman, and I could focus my attention on 'Kahl'. Over the years, Kyle and I really did become closer to Kenny than we were before, although his deaths still didn't faze us much. After seeing the same person die in hundreds of different ways and constantly come back, the shock value became somewhat lost. Anyways, Kenny, as a result, starting being friendlier and talking to us more, and once he realized we cared about what he had to say, he began taking off his hood. It turned out that while Kenny WAS the horniest member of the group, his head was at least screwed on right, so he did have some valuable ideas to contribute. Kenny protected his own. After all, was it not Kenny that saved us from the three-headed Ashleeee Simpson monster in the seventh grade?

I turned all my attention onto Kyle as I heard Kenny begin to cuss Cartman out. I think Kenny always had the biggest impact on Cartman that way because they were sort of best friends plus Kenny never used to talk that much when we were little.

I led Kyle into the kitchen. He leaned against the counter, still holding his hand. He looked a little better – at least he wasn't cussing and grimacing anymore.

"Seriously Kyle, are you okay? I can take you back to the hospital if you need to."

"Cartman, what the fuck is wrong with you?" I heard Kenny ask Cartman from the other room.

Kyle shook his head. He brought his hand towards his face much like yesterday, examining it. "I think I'm alright. It's better now. Ice should be fine."

"Seriouslah, it wasn't my fault Kennyyyyy," Cartman whined.

"You sure?" I asked him, frowning a little. He nodded. I glanced at the kitchen doorway – the coast as clear. I leaned in and caught Kyle in a brief kiss. Funny how even the smallest gestures could send lightning bolts of adrenaline down my spine. I think I'm addicted to Kyle. And that might not be such a bad thing.

"Jesus Christ if you rebroke his hand-"

"He's fine, he's fine," Cartman dismissed.

He kissed me back quickly, then we broke apart, not wanting to get caught.

Kenny and Cartman were really going at it by now.

"I swear to God, I'm going to rip Cartman's head off," I muttered to myself as I pulled an ice pack out of the freezer and wrapped it in a dishcloth.

"You can't," I heard Kyle say. He must have heard me.

"Why not?" I asked him. "He deserves it."

Kyle snorted. "No shit. It's just that I want to do it myself."

"Ah," I said, understanding. "Well I'll have to let you get your revenge then. What kind of friend would I be if I didn't?"

"A bad one." I smirked at him as I handed him the ice. He took it gratefully and shifted it around with his right hand, trying to find the least painful way to put it on. I felt a twinge of sympathy. Between the two splints, the bandages, the swollen knuckles and the bruises, Kyle's hand looked like something out of a horror movie. He swiped his sleeve under his eyes, getting rid of the mild trace of wetness under his eyes.

When we exited the kitchen a few minutes later, both Kenny and Cartman were in a much more docile state. Kenny was back on the couch, and Cartman was sitting huffily in an armchair.

"Kyle, Eric has something he'd like to say to you," Kenny told Kyle before Kyle had the chance to storm over and beat Cartman to a pulp. His anger was overshadowed by a look of confusion.

"What?" He asked. He turned his attention to Eric, who was glaring at the TV. He said nothing. Kenny gave him a warning look, and Eric finally sighed and opened his mouth.

"Goddamnit. Kahl… Jew-boy… I… I…I'm… The thing is… Goddamnit Kenny I can't do it!" He whined, looking for sympathy.

"Fine then. I'll guess I'll just tell everyone that-"

Cartman quickly interrupted. "Kahl, I'm sorry. There, you got it, asshole?" Cartman turned his glare from the TV to Kenny. "And I hope you're happy, you poor piece of crap!"

Mmmm, smells like blackmail.

Kyle sniggered at the obvious use of blackmail on Cartman. Apparently he also decided that Cartman apologizing was belittling enough to the overweight boy, without getting the crap kicked out of him too. So instead of ripping Cartman's head off, he took a seat beside me and Kenny on the couch.

"Weeeeeeeeeeeeeell, now that THAT'S over with, anyone care to do presents?" Kenny asked us, eager to lighten the mood. He was also probably eager to see what he got.

"One sec, let me just grab mine," I said. I got up quickly to get my presents. When I came back, everyone had their presents out, except for Cartman. I wondered if he decided to totally play the cheapskate this year and get nothing for anyone. Kenny was now sitting on the edge of my coffee table, with three small packages at his feet. The first time we got presents for each other, probably around the sixth grade, I had mentioned to Kenny that he hadn't needed to get us anything, you know, because of his… well, economic status. He had gotten so offended that he hadn't talked to me for almost a full week. No one mentioned the subject anymore. Kyle was sitting cross-legged on the floor. I walked over and sat down beside him, our knees slightly touching. And even that tiny contact sent adrenaline coursing through my veins.

"Happy holidays Kyle," I say as I hand Kyle his present. I repeat the same for Cartman and Kenny, only with a 'Merry Christmas' instead.

"Sweet!" I heard Kenny exclaim as he tore the paper to shreds, revealing a set of double shot glasses and a book entitled '5001 things to do with alcohol'. "You're the best Stan. Thanks! And you even wrapped it nicely this year!"

"No problem dude. And I didn't wrap it – someone did it at the mall for me," I informed him.

"Figures," Kenny said, grinning. I was a horrible gift wrapper. Kyle, I noted, had done it the easy way and put everything into gift bags.

Cartman was the next to open his. I had, against Kyle's wishes, gotten him a biography on the life of Hitler. I might as well. Besides, I figured that Kyle would be getting him some joke present anyways. Cartman's eyes widened as he saw it, and a look of pure delight was plastered all over his chubby face.

"You guys, seriouslah! YES! YESSS!" He exclaimed, shutting his eyes. "Stan, all those times I ever called you a hippie, I take it back."

That was as much of a thank you I'd ever get from Cartman. "You're welcome," I replied, smiling.

Kyle was the last to open. Upon taking one look at the green university sweater from my university, he cracked up laughing.

I frowned at him, not understanding. "What? Don't you like it?" I asked him.

"No, no dude, it's not that!" he exclaimed. "It's just that… here, just open yours," he said, shoving a bag towards me. I opened it and pulled out a blue Harvard university sweater. Finally understanding, I joined Kyle in with his fits of laughter.

"Dude, you got each other the same thing?" Kenny laughed.

Cartman rolled his eyes. "God, you guys are such FAGS!" He informed us. "It's not THAT funny!"

Kyle was still laughing as he took his current sweater off, replacing it with the new one I got him. I did the same. Kyle then handed his remaining presents to Kenny and Cartman.

"A two year subscription to Playboy magazine?" Kenny squealed. "Oh man. Have I told you recently how much I love you?"

"Just now," Kyle replied, grinning.

Cartman, however, looked less than amused as he looked at his one year to subscription to Healthy Lives magazine and a workout movie with some chick on the front. In fact, he looked rather disgusted. I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing, quickly joined by Kenny. Kyle tried to keep a straight face, but eventually lost it too.

"I hate you so much, Jew," Cartman said, looking seriously angry.

"Bu-but Cartman! I chose the one with the hottest girl on the front!" Kyle tried to compensate for the insulting present.

"So. Much," Cartman said through gritted teeth. "You people-"

"Alllllriight, now it's my turn," Kenny announced loudly, trying to steer us off another argument. Kenny had wrapped his with the comics, and actually did a pretty decent job. I was impressed.

My present revealed a copy of Naughty Nurses III, Kyle's a copy of Backdoor Sluts VIIII, and Cartman's Pleasantly Plump Prostitutes II. Porn. Go figure.

"That's awesome Kenny, thanks," I tell him genuinely. I doubt I'll ever watch it – porn never was much of a turn-on for me.

"Only the best for my friends," he states, wiggling his eyebrows. I snicker.

"Okay, so! Anyone care for pizza?" I ask, figuring we were done with presents.

"Ey! Wait one moment! I haven't gone yet!" Cartman tells me.

"I don't see anything," Kyle points out.

Cartman snorts. "Well, yeah, because they're inside my pockets," he states simply. He fishes around, eventually pulling out one, two, then three picture frames. Guess he did get Kyle a present after all.

"You got us picture frames?" Kenny asks, raising an eyebrow.

"No, asshole, it's what's IN the picture frames!" Cartman explained. He chucked one at each of us. I looked at the image, and gasped in horror.

It was a close-up of me and Kyle kissing when we were playing spin the bottle on the night of the party. I felt a red blush start to creep up my neck. I tried to will it away, and failed.

Kyle was looking at his picture with equal horror too. He mouth had dropped open, and mixture of shock and anger showed in his crystal blue eyes.

"Wha… wha… why?" He sputtered.

"How… the hell did you get a picture of that?" I asked Cartman.

"Pfft. With my cellphone, dumbass!" He retorted. I took another look at the picture. It WAS really grainy.

"So why did you give one to Kenny?" Kyle asked, not fully comprehending.

"See for yourself," Cartman said, smirking. I turned to look at Kenny. He had a mixture of surprise and joy on his face.

"Oh… wow. This is orgasmic. I'm saving that for later," Kenny said, smiling. He put it into his jacket pocket, patting it firmly.

Me and Kyle exchanged looks of horror.

"Ah! AWWW!" We both exclaim simultaneously.

"As if giving copies of it to US wasn't bad enough!" I exclaim.

"Now, now," Kenny says. "That's no way to talk. What's Kyle going to think? You sound like you regret that night."

Oh, so far from true.

"Maybe he does," Kyle says, supporting me.

"Aw. Are you two broken up then? That's too bad."

"We were never together," I inform him.

When did that become a lie?

"Suuuure," Kenny says, winking at us.

"Ew, Kennyyy, stop it!" Cartman whines. "The thought of those two fags going at it makes me sick!"

"So why'd you take a picture of us then?" Kyle asked him, eyes narrowing.

Cartman paused. "Because I hate you guys."

I walked into the kitchen, throwing the photo in the garbage. I bet I could get a much better one than that. I called up Whistlin' Willy's to order a pizza.

"Hey, you guys, what do you want on the pizza?" I hollered at them.

"Ham!" I heard Cartman yell.

"Cartman, we are NOT getting ham on the pizza!" We had been through this many times before.

"But I bet Kahl doesn't even want any pizza!"

"I do so!"

"Goddamnit Jew, you always have to ruin my day!"

I heard the guy at the other end of the phone. "Sir, WHAT did you want on your pizza?" He sounded annoyed.

"Okay you guys, really. What do you want?" I yell at them.

"Pepperoni!"

"Extra cheese!"

"Olives!"

"Ew, but olives are so nasty."

"Screw you fatass, I like olives."

"Green peppers!"

"Mushrooms!"

"Ew, no mushrooms!"

"Fine!"

"Tomatoes!"

"No!"

"And that spicy dipping sauce!"

"Okay, so what's the final decision?"

"Pepperoni, extra cheese, olives and green peppers. And the spicy dipping sauce."

"Minus the olives."

"Alright." I relay the information back to the guy, and hang up.

When I come back into the room Kenny is pulling out his collection of pirated movies. We rifled through them, and eventually decided on The Exorcist, and Monty Python's Quest for the Holy Grail. Both classics. I pulled out a bunch of blankets from upstairs and brought them down.

And that's how we spent our evening; watching movies and eating pizza curled up under blankets. About halfway through the Exorcist Kyle surprised me by grabbing my hand underneath the blankets. He looked so good, nestled up in my bed sheets, staring at the television screen, completely unaware that I was looking at him. But I had to be careful – the last thing I needed was Cartman figuring me out. Goddamn, I wanted another chance to make out with Kyle again, but this time for longer and in a more comfortable setting.

He kept his grip on my hand throughout the rest of this movie, and even the next after Kenny had changed tapes. By the time the last one was over, it was around 11 o clock, and Kenny and Cartman decided to leave. Kyle and I saw them off.

"Aren't you leaving too Kyle?" Kenny asked him.

"Nahh, I think me and Stan will probably hang out, you know, play video games or some shit," he said, trying to sound nonchalant. Kenny looked suspicious, but said nothing more as he and Cartman left for the night. I closed the door behind them, then turned to face Kyle.

The lights were off in the house, and I could see his silhouette. The house was completely empty.

"So," I said conversationally, walking towards him. "What do you want to do?"

"Iunno," he said. "Want to sit down?"

"Sure," I replied. We wordlessly walked over to THE couch, and sat down. I knew what was going through my mind, and was almost positive that Kyle was thinking the same thing. But I wasn't sure how to go about this. Which was strange, for me anyways.

I decided to take the plunge. I quickly grabbed his cheek (A/N: No, not THAT one, you pervs) and turned his face towards me as I leant in and brushed our lips together.

Kyle's reaction was immediate this time. He leant in too, pushing our faces closer together and instantly deepening the kiss. I rested a hand on his thigh, and he entangled his leg with mine, grabbing my side with his right hand.

This was great. Except that Kyle's glasses were poking me in the eye. I broke away for one brief moment to remove the bothersome object and place them on the coffee table. Then I was right back with Kyle. I grabbed him around the waist and kissed him harder, causing him to gasp. He surprised me when he grabbed my waist too and forcefully pushed me backwards on the couch. Kyle was attacking my face with his arms around my neck while I was hurredly trying to get rid of the bulge of blankets underneath me. I managed to push them off the couch, then fell backwards into the cushions. I pulled my legs onto the couch, hauling Kyle's with me. And now he was on top of me.

I moaned in delight as Kyle continued deepening the kiss while slowly running his hands up and down my sides. I could feel my body temperature rising as a thousand sparks were initiated. It was like getting electrocuted, only I'll bet this was a hell of a lot nicer.

"Oh God, Kyle," I distantly heard myself saying. Or trying to say, at least. The second I opened my mouth, Kyle's tongue slipped inside and my words were muffled by more moans.

I couldn't take this anymore. In one swift movement, I grabbed Kyle's hips and directed his body so that I rolled over on top of him. We both struggled for control with our tongues and bodies' for a while, but I proved to be the stronger person. But that's okay, because I had now moved on to Kyle's neck, kissing and biting gently. He cried out my name, and I instantly felt myself go hard. I moved slowly down his neck, and when I reached his collarbone, he cried out and arched his back, pressing our chests and hips against each other's. We both instantly let out moans of satisfaction. I grabbed onto his hips and grinded into him, hard, inducing a moan from within myself.

"Holy fuck Stan!" Kyle cried out. "Oh my God!"

I suddenly wanted him out of that sweater. Like, really, REALLY badly. I reached down and pulled it up over his head, and he did the same to mine. I could feel our chests pushed up even closer against each others, and as Kyle's hands explored my body, and as my tongue explored his mouth, and as I heard both of us cry out and moan, I could have sworn that I had died and gone to heaven. Nothing earthly was ever made to feel this good.

I was just about to go for his tshirt when the phone rang. I groaned openly into his mouth, and made to get up. Kyle tried to pull me back down.

"Just let it ring," he gasped out, obviously breathless. I smiled apologetically at him.

"I wish I could, but it's probably my parents. And you know my dad. No one answers the phone and he shows up two minutes later with the entire fire department AND the FBI."

Kyle frowned at me, and I guiltily pecked him on the cheek before hurrying to answer the phone.

"Hello?" I said, trying not to sound breathless, and failing.

"Hello Stan." Oh shit.

"Mandy, look. I can't talk to you right now."

"I know. You're mad at me, but just hear me out, okay?"

"Mandy, I'm kind of b-"

"Please Stan."

I rolled by eyes, defeated. "Fine." Kyle came over, curious as to what was going on. I mouthed 'Mandy' to him and signaled shooting myself in the head. Kyle snickered.

"I admit, I have been unfair to you lately, and I'm sorry. I truly am. But if we want to make this work you have to call me, and talk to me more than like once a week. I… I love you Stan, and I don't want to lose you."

Shit. What did I say to that? "Um, Mandy, just see here-"

"Wouldn't you be willing to give me another chance? To give US another chance?"

I looked at Kyle imploringly. 'Help me' I mouthed at him. He wordlessly took the phone from me. I went into the other room to put on the speaker phone so I could be a part of the conversation.

"Hello?"

"Hello, who is this?"

"This is Kyle. Stan's friend."

Mandy sounded irritated. "Where's Stan?"

"Oh, he's probably on the speaker phone right now. He'll talk if he wants to. Hey Stan!"

"Hey Kyle."

"What the HELL is going on?"

"Woah, a bit of pent up rage there, huh?"

I heard Mandy speak through gritted teeth. "I want. To speak. With Stanley."

"Don't you know he hates being called that? I mean, shouldn't you know that? You ARE his… wait I mean, WERE his girlfriend weren't you?"

"Where the hell is Stan?" she shrieked out.

"I'm right here," I assured her.

"What the hell is Kyle doing on the phone?"

"Ah, see, now that cuts me. Don't you like me? I like you. You sound funny."

Holy shit. He's really good at pissing her off.

"I sound FUNNY?"

"Yeah. But that's off topic. You see, my friend here broke up with you for a reason. You're going to have to face facts. It's through."

"So why doesn't HE tell me that?"

"He already did."

"Bu-But! He was just angry at the time."

"Mandy, I'm sorry. But we're through," I blurted out.

"Plus he's already got someone else."

"What? So he WAS cheating on me?" She was losing it.

"No! He broke up with you first."

"So he got over me, just like that? WHO THE HELL IS HE SEEING? I'LL BREAK HER JAW!"

Pause.

"Me." And Kyle hung up. He sounded very pleased with himself.

"Sorry Mandy," I tried to apologize.

"Is it true? I wasn't being SERIOUS when I was saying that on MSN!"

What do I have to lose at this point? "Yeah, it's true. I'm sorry honey. I … gotta go." And I hung up the phone, feeling both very pleased and guilty at the same time.

Kyle was laughing his ass off in the kitchen when I got back there.

"Oh… oh man! If I could SEE the look on her face!" His eyes were streaming from laughing so hard, and he was practically doubled over, clutching his stomach.

I smiled at him, then took his good hand and led him back into the family room.

Our lips had barely touched when the front door flew open, revealing my parents. Shit. So much for tonight.

"We're home!" my mother sang out, and upon seeing us, "Hello boys. What are you up to?"

"Oh we were just watching movies and making – " SHIT. What was I thinking? Cover it up, Stan! Quick!

"…something to eat!" I announced. "Did you want anything, mom?"

She smiled at me. "No thanks dear. I'm quite tired, I think I'll just be going to bed now. Night boys." My mom went upstairs, shortly after followed by my dad, who gave us the thumbs up.

As soon as they were gone, Kyle turned towards me. "Good going," he stated, raising an eyebrow.

"I know, I'm sorry," I apologized. "But I did save it, didn't I?"

"Yeah. You did. So I guess we should be making something to eat then? What were you thinking of?"

I looked around, my eyes resting on the boxes on the coffee table. "Pizza?" I asked him.

"I don't think that qualifies as making."

"Well, whatever." I decidedly walked over to the couch, sat down, and grabbed a slice of cold pizza. Kyle joined me.

"Oh, I forgot. I brought back the clothes you lent me."

I considered this. "Keep them. They look good on you."

Pause.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

Another silence.

"Stan?"

"Yeah?"

"You wouldn't avoid talking to me for a whole week, would you?"

I smiled at him through the dark. His blue eyes shone back at me. "I couldn't even if I wanted to."

He snorted, but I think he was satisfied with that response.

"Let's go tobogganing. Like we used to."

"When?"

"Tomorrow, dumbass."

I groaned. "I can't dude, I have to go visit my grandpa at the old folk's home. Knowing my parents, we'll be there all day."

"Ugh. And we're having a family reunion the next day."

"So… the day after?"

"That'll be three days from now."

"I know dude, but my parents will bite my head off if I try to get out of seeing grandpa."

Kyle sighed. "And I can't get out of a family reunion. Alright then. Three days."

"Three days."

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