Kylie-B pulled up in front of the Marsh house on his bike, got off, and walked up to the front door. He was about to knock only for the door to suddenly swing inward, Sharon who looked like she was about to leave, "Oh, Kyle, you here for Stan?"

Kylie-B retracted his hand and replied with a nod.

"Alright, go on in, he's in the den. I have to go out but I'll be back later," she said as she allowed him through.

"Thanks, Mrs. Marsh," he waved at her as she closed the door, leaving him alone in the house with Stan. He strolled through the house, looking around at the minimal decore that decorated it until he heard the sound of a television blaring. Following it, he found the den room but what he saw caused his eyes to go wide at the sight. There in the medium-sized room, sat Stan on a plush black loveseat, his eyes glued to the tv that hung on the wall, and it was playing football. Stan Marsh, a goth, was watching a sports game.

He couldn't take his eyes off the sight and he couldn't help the smile that slowly went across his face, it reached his eyes as he heard the goth mutter, "Come on, come on..." only for a loud roar to come from the television and Stan stood with a sudden burst of energy and cheered along with the crowd on the tv. Revealing that he was wearing a bright orange Denver Broncos jersey over top of a long-sleeved black shirt. He couldn't take, so he burst out laughing, causing the raven to freeze up and turn around to see the redhead standing by the door laughing.

A dark blush flooded his face, "W-what the fuck are you doing here?!"

Kylie-B wheezed as he tried to catch his breath and leaned against the doorway, "S-sorry, just...I never thought that...you...would be a fan of football," finally catching his breath he walked to the couch and leaned forward against the couch, he noticed Stan's eyes glaring at him but he could see a hint of fear in them, rolling his eyes he said, "Relax, I ain't gonna tell anyone."

Stan looked down and muttered, "You better not," before sitting back down on the couch, removing his jersey in the process.

"Don't go taking it off, a splash of color ain't gonna kill ya."

The goth didn't look at the redhead, instead, he tried to regain interest back in the game on the tv, not saying anything to the other teen who took a seat next to him not saying a word. He glanced over at him a few times, but the game in screen gained his attention once again, making him forget the earlier blunder on his character, or what he'd consider a blunder, being a goth and all.

Kylie-B glanced at the goth, he seemed much better than the last time he saw him, he'd just saw him the day before, but he wanted to check up on him, after having his emotional breakdown, Stan passed out on top of him, he woke up later, but he already moved him off his chest and onto the bed, knowing it'd more than probably embarrass him if he saw him on top of the taller male, they ate some food his mother left them, and he learned that the raven liked videogames so they played some, although he was quiet throughout the night, not that he blamed him. Stan ended up passing out around three in the morning and he stayed up a bit longer before falling asleep himself. They both woke up around noon, and that evening Michael and Pete came by to pick up Stan, saying how they'll take him home the next morning. It was the day after and here he was now, he wanted to check on him even if he just saw him the day before.

The redhead eventually decided to settle in and watch the game, he had no real clue what was going on, but he'd rather not say anything about it, as he glanced again at the other teen he saw a kind of giddy sparkle in his eyes and a bit of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He smiled at the sight, it wasn't often he saw any of the goths actually smile, let alone Stan.

The room remained filled with silence till there came a large blare and announcement form the screen explaining they were going to break. With a sigh, Stan stood and stretched his back, causing a pop from his back. His eyes shifted to the redhead who had his eyes on him, oh yeah he was here, and he didn't seem like he was in a hurry to leave, "Want a drink?"

Kylie-B glanced up at him and simply said, "Water."

"We don't have the sparkling variety."

The redhead let out a chortle, "Not what I meant."

Stan rolled his eyes and left for the kitchen, only to come back a few minutes later with a bottled water and a cup of coffee. He tossed the water to the redhead who caught it with ease, and sat back down on the couch, taking a drink from his cup of bitter liquid. He set it down on the coffee table in front of the couch only to see Kylie-B staring at him, "What?"

"Do you drink anything other than coffee?"

"Why does that matter."

"Dude, that ain't healthy."

"Your point?"

"When was the last time you drank water?"

The goth shrugged at the question and picked up his cup for another drink.

"That ain't good for ya! Especially if ya can't remember when you last had it!"

"So what," he set his cup back down again, "Why does it even matter to you?"

"Because you should care about your health dumbass! No wonder you're so short, it stunts your growth, not to mention that it yellows teeth!"

"Don't care," he said as he turned back to the screen, the game about to come back on, and ignored the glare he was receiving from the other teen.

Opening the bottle, Kylie-B held it out next to the goth, who glanced at it and asked, "What?"

"Drink it."

"No."

"Drink!"

"Make me!"

The redhead glared at the raven before taking a quick swig of water but didn't swallow, and met his eyes again. It didn't take long for the goth to connect the dots, as he quickly started to scoot away, "No, stay the fuck away from me!"

He tried to edge away and find an opening to bolt, but missed his mark as he was tackled to the floor by the taller teen. Kylie-B pinned Stan's arms over his head as he straddled his waist and loomed over him. The goth thrashed under him but couldn't move, "Get off me!"

The redhead said nothing as he leaned down and forced his lips onto Stan's, who forced them to remain closed as he pressed them together in a thin line, not allowing the other access. Kylie-B glared as he pressed harder in hopes of getting Stan's lips to budge, he felt Stan's legs kick under him, but it wasn't enough to knock him off, the two ended up like this for a good handful of minutes before they heard a woman's voice, "Kyle! What do you think you're doing?!"

Said teen couldn't look up, but he knew by that voice it was his mother. Not finished with what he was doing, he removed one of his hands from Stan's wrists and held up his pointer finger as to say, 'Just a moment.'

Getting annoyed by this, Stan caved. Warm, spit coated water entered his mouth and crashed against the back of his throat, but he didn't swallow.

Kylie-B finally pulled away, panting as looked down at the goth with a smirk, "There that wasn't so hard was it?"

Stan gave a hint of a smirk, and before the redhead could react, the goth spat the water on his face. He watched as the teen straddling him blinked down at him, water dripping off his face and dropping onto his own, but he didn't care at the moment, as seeing Kylie-B wide-eyed and wet faced looked hilarious, but that didn't last long as the redhead narrowed, out of the corner of his eye he saw him pick up the same bottle as before and take a swing, and once again, found his lips captured by the taller teen.

"Kyle! You get off him this instant!"

"No, wait! My son hasn't drunk water in years, he needs this."

Stan would have glared at his father if he could've seen him, being back and forth with acting like a good father and being a blatant dumbass who was also a selfish bastard was so infuriating cause he hasn't been a 'good' dad since he was nine and he's seventeen now! Not being able to lift his arms, as they were still pinned over his head by Kylie-B, who was using one hand, what the fuck, so using his hands in what little movement he had, he flipped him off, not that Randy would care or notice.

Kylie-B grew aggravated, pressing harder against the goth's lips in hopes he'd get him to open up, he just wanted the idiot to not dehydrate himself by only drinking coffee, and now that his mom was there he felt her heated glare on him, even though he heard Stan's father tell him to keep going. Wanting to hurry up, now that his once gelled hair was falling apart and to actually breath properly again, he used his free hand and brushed it up against Stan's side, he felt the goth seize up a bit and his mouth opened as he seemed to have gasped at the feeling, and seemed to have swallowed it this time. He pulled away again, this time getting off the goth in case he'd try to punch him in the face, which he could understand, and tried to regain his breath.

Stan panted as his face was a bright crimson red, having had his air supply limited when Kylie-B was trying to force water down his throat, and he succeeded, and the feeling he got when the redhead's hand grazed his side, he felt it through his shirt, and he felt a harsh cold chill travel through his spine, what the hell was that feeling?

The redhead watched as the goth continue to lay on the ground, his light brown wide and his pale skin now burned a bright red, and his black, that wasn't hidden under his hat, stuck to his face. He looked adorable as a mess. "Finally, next time don't try to fight like I'm tryin' to kill ya," he held out his hand to the goth to take it. He saw Stan eye it before taking it, but not without hesitation, he quickly pulled his hand away, his eyes stared at the ground as he muttered, "Whatever," and dashed away.

He watched as Stan left the room and heard footsteps travel up the stairs, assuming that he went to his room, what an adorable little kitten. He felt his mother's eyes burn into him, and he knew she was about to rip into him, so he quickly ducked out of the room and house and headed straight to his bike, ignoring his mother's calls.

Stan glared at the ground as he sat on the floor next to his window, his face still a burning red and his heart nearly beating out of his chest. His insides felt like they were twisting and it made him feel sick, what the hell did that bastard do to him? His thoughts were soon cut when he heard the revving of a motor, annoyed and done guessing it was the bastard himself, he shifted himself to look out the window and he saw Kylie-B getting on his bike about to drive off, only to turn his head and their eyes met. He saw a hint of a smile from the redhead as he proceeded to wink at him before putting on his helmet and driving off.

His legs almost gave out from under him as he felt his stomach churn. What the hell was that? He could feel his face burning again with new vigor, and he hated it. Not wanting to collapse on the floor he made it to his bed and buried his face into his pillow. He went to reach for his flask on to find it empty then cursed at himself for not refilling it sooner since Randy was back he couldn't get into the liquor cabinet without being caught. He groaned as he shoved his face back into the pillow, great, now he had to deal with these thoughts and whatever he was feeling for the rest of the night.

Ah emotions for the little goth, how adorable, so what did ya guys think of this chapter?