Kylie-B laid in his bed as he read the book in his hands, only to hear his phone ring. He glanced at the screen and saw the contact was Stan before picking it up and going back to the book. "Hey, what's up?"

"Am I a joke to you?"

Kylie-B stopped reading and blinked, "What?"

"Am I a fucking joke to you?!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Was the only reason you hung around me was to get weed off me?" Why did he sound so calm, like the calm his mother gives him before lashing out.

The redhead's eyes widen, that was his original intent, yes, but he stopped himself before he'd do anything because he realized that that was wrong and he didn't want to be that kind of person, not again, but he never told anyone, and his actions never came across that way...right?

"Where the hell did you get that idea?"

He could hear Stan's breathing was becoming uneven as he said, "Stay the hell away from me!" Before he hung up, leaving Kylie-B confused on his bed, with a hard weight pressing down on his chest.

Two days later.

Kylie-B stood outside of Henrietta's house as he waited almost impatiently for her to come down if she does, he bit at his lip and messed with his sleeves till he heard an annoyed voiced, "What do you want?"

His eyes darted up to meet her dark brown ones, "Henrietta you've got to help me fix things with Stan!"

Her eyes narrowed at him, "Why should I, from what I know you screwed up."

Kylie-B's hands reached for his hair as he dug his fingers onto his mess of curls, almost like he was about to pull his hair out, "But I don't know what I did!"

She raised a brow, "Seriously?"

"He said something about using him for weed, but I never did that!"

Henrietta's eyes stared at the redhead who looked distressed about the whole situation as he didn't even seem to bother with his appearance, and he did even with the smallest of reasons, she let out a sigh, she was going soft, "Look, I'll talk to Stan and try and set a meeting between you two tomorrow, so you can talk whatever issues out, alright?"

Kylie-B's eyes stared back at her as he gave a happy sigh of relief, "Thank you," he then wrapped his arms around her, causing her to stiffen, "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you! You are a Goddess!"

He was then shoved away by the goth who glared at him as she dusted her dress, "Never do that again."

"Right, sorry."

"Now go home, I'll set everything up and text you the meeting place when I'm done."

The redhead gave her a gracious smile, "Thank you."

Next day.

Kylie-B sat at a booth table at the restaurant called 'Raisins', which was just a Hooters knock off, and bit at his fingernail, his sea-green eyes staring out the window as his stomach twisted itself in knots. He winced when he reached the quick of the nail and proceeded to the next, he checked his phone and saw that it was right at the time Henrietta said she'd get Stan to meet him. He bit harder into his nail only to hear someone walk up beside him, he turned and saw Stan standing there, granted he was glaring at him like he just kicked a puppy but he came!

"Stan."

"I want this to be quick," the goth said as he sat down across from the redhead.

Kylie-B winced at the harsh tone but let out a sigh, "Look I don't know who said I was using you for weed, but they're a lying ass bitch."

The goth raised a brow and said, "That's what anyone would say when trying to cover their own ass."

The redhead sighed, yeah that was a common comeback in this situation, but he didn't have any proof or evidence to back up his claim, but what about whoever told Stan that he was just using him, what was their evidence? He straightened his back and asked, "Okay, then who was the bastard who told you this?"

Stan said nothing as he stared at the other, he had dark shadows under his eyes, has he not been sleeping, before he pulled out his phone from his pocket and tapped away on it before setting it in the center of the table and leaning back in his seat with his arms crossed. The phone then spoke.

"So you knew Kyle Broflovski?" A deep, low voice asked, obviously distorted.

"Knew him? I dated him," a female voice replied in an obviously fake valley girl accent, the voice caused Kylie-B's eyes to widen, Jenny.

"Care to tell me what he was like?"

"An asshole that's what."

"Could you tell me how he was an asshole?"

"Well like when we were dating my daddy grew weed on the side and he'd ask me to ya know get him some for free cuz ya know we were dating, and I'd be doing him a favor, ya know, well like two months after we were dating Meranda told me that she overheard someone saying how he was just using me, saying that I was easy and stupid, that all I was good for was getting weed for him."

"And did you confront him?"

"Duh, broke up him next time I saw him, he didn't look too upset, which he was like a pothead so he was probably high, but I also heard rumors around the school that I wasn't the only girl he tried to like get weed from, so he's obviously a manipulative cheater. He like disappeared some months later."

"Do you know why?"

"Eh I didn't care, but rumor has it that he like vandalized the girls' locker room and was expelled, the perv."

"So what would you say to someone that may hang around him?"

"I'd tell them to get away, he's nothing but a manipulative bastard who'll use people to get weed or whatever he wants."

"Thank you for telling me"

There was then a click and the phone went silent. Stan stared at the redhead and waited for his reaction.

"I was expelled for having weed on school grounds, what kind of bullshit is this?!" Kylie-B then sighed and rested his head in his hands, "I still can't believe I dated that wanna be valley girl."

"Is that all you have to say?"

Kylie-B looked back up at the goth who was glaring at him, "Jenny is something else, I know you don't want details, so I'll say this, it was a mutual exchange, she says I used her, well she used me as well."

Stan stayed quiet, but he motioned him to continue.

"She wanted a boyfriend, and on occasion sex, I didn't ask for the weed, well only when she was basically paying me off to be her boyfriend. I never said she was easy, Meranda just liked to stir up drama."

"But you still used her for weed?"

"And she used me to be her boyfriend and sex, thinking back we were not a healthy relationship."

The goth blinked and asked, "So you're not a manipulative dick that was using me for weed?"

"The only weed I got from you was that one bag that you stole from your dad to spite him, and have I ever asked you for weed before or after that?"

The shorter teen looked at the table and groaned, "No..."

"And if I was a 'manipulative dick' I would've done gotten more weed right?"

"Yeah..." Stan sighed and buried his face into his hands, "I'm sorry..."

Kylie-B gave the embarrassed teen a small smile as he rested a hand on Stan's arm, causing him to look up, "It's fine, ya just didn't have the whole story."

"Hi boys," the two turned and saw a teen with long blonde hair wearing a Hooters knockoff outfit, with a big smile as she continued, "Sorry about the wait, what can I get for you two to drink?"

Right they were at a restaurant, why Henrietta picked this place was beyond him, he mostly expected a coffee shop, which seemed more up their ally, Kylie-B smiled at her and said, "Just water for me."

Her blue eyes then turned to the goth as he muttered, "Small coffee..."

"Alright, I'll be back in a jiff!" She turned and walked off, swaying her hips as she walked, the two boys hearing a couple of catcalls aimed at her as she went past booths. Kylie-B sighed and turned back towards the goth, "Which where the hell did you even get that audio?"

Stan shrugged, which resulted in Kylie-B giving him a blank stare "So, you just outright believed in an audio message, that could have easily been staged, that was sent to you by a total stranger, who may have been what you call a conformist?"

Stan's face inflamed into a bright red as he then proceeded to slam his head into the table and muttered, "I blame alcohol..."

Causing Kylie-B to giggle, "It's fine Kitten, but talk to me next time about something like this, yeah?"

"Yeah."

A couple of hours later, the two walked out of the restaurant and into the darkening street. "Damn, how long were we in there?" Kyle asked as the sun sunk into the horizon, and the air began to chill even more so than during the day.

Stan shrugged as he pulled out his phone, "six-thirty."

The redhead sighed, "I gotta head home," he turned towards the goth, "Which are you going to Token's party?"

The goth glanced away before saying, "Yeah."

"So since we're both gonna be there, wanna hang out or somethin'?"

"...Sure."

Kylie-B noticed how Stan had been quiet since he learned his side of the story, and he knew he must be embarrassed and ashamed for acting so irrational, even though he explained that at the time he got the message and when he called him he had a few drinks, seriously how does he keep getting so much, which he didn't blame him for.

"Hey," Stan was about to turn only to feel a pair of arms wrap around him and his body was pulled closer to a warm body, causing him to stiffen.

"Ya don't have to beat yourself up, shit happens, alright?" Kylie-B asked as he kept the smaller teen close, he felt him finally relax but he knew they had to pull away, "So I'll see ya at the party tomorrow?"

Stan stepped back and nodded, "Yeah."

The two parted ways, but the redhead took a few sneak looks back at the goth before he saw Michael's car pull up and he stepped inside, the others were probably there as well, Henrietta did say she'd keep an eye on them while they were there to make sure to step in when needed, thankfully he and Stan were able to work it out.

He let out a sigh as he crossed his arms behind his head, his thoughts started to wander around the goth. He was gonna come out and say it, he like the adorable, snarky goth. There would be no point in denying himself that fact, after all, he's been in many relationships before, so he knows the feeling, to an extent as it is a complicated emotion, but he didn't realize how much he'd taken a liking to him till that call, he felt like someone had just punched him in the gut and he couldn't breathe, there was a horrible weight in his chest and he realized that he couldn't live his life without the goth in it, and now he didn't have to.

He couldn't help the tiny smile that pulled at his lips, he had a feeling that Stan felt the same, at least to an extent, he caught the blushes and stares, and there's that one bit of info where Stan admitted to him that he had a wet dream about him, him! Sure that can be seen as lust, but there was an attraction.

His sea-green eyes looked up into the mountain sky, stars starting to fill the empty blues and black. He soon saw his house coming up, huh, guess he was in so much thought about Stan that he didn't realize how fast he already made it.

He let out a sigh as he made it home, but he couldn't help the happy, giddy feeling in his chest at the thought of hanging out with Stan tomorrow night.

Ya know, it's been over a year since I started to plan this, it's funny, it was just going to be a little one-shot, and yet here we are, my has it grown so much more than my original idea. Another thing, this was going to be split into two chapters but I felt both would be too short so I just combined them, I hope ya liked it, tell me your thoughts. So until next time.