-7-

Phone Calls

Stan and Kyle walked out of the cinema, both looking a little bit "worse for ware" from having not watched much of the movie except the action parts.

"Not really much of a romantic movie really, but that was easily the best time I have ever had at the movies" Kyle said with a smile

"Yeah, me too…even if we didn't get to see too much of the film" Stan smiled.

"God damn it" Kyle was looking down at his mobile phone as he switched it back on

"What's wrong?" Stan looked over, spinning his car keys around on his fingers

"Looks like mum left me a message while we were in the theatre" Kyle raised his phone to his ear

"Welcome to your voice mail. You have one new message. To listen to your messages, press one, to change mailbox features, press two, for help, press zero" He pressed the one key on his phone, and as they got to Stan's car, Kyle took the phone away from his ear, and pressed some more buttons until the phone came up 'Built-in hands free' "Hiya Boobala. I was just checking-up on you. I know you don't like me doing that but I wanted to do it anyway, just to make sure that you were Ok. Call me back ok? Have fun, what ever you boys are doing-" Stan and Kyle both smirked at each other "-Bye Boobie"

Stan Unlocked the car and they both got in "You'd better return her call…Boobala" Stan taunted

If looks could kill, Stan would have died right there and then. Kyle hated pretty much all of the nicknames his mum called him, and he hated it even more when Stan teased him with them, which he did, regularly. He dialled the number into his phone, hit the "send" button and put the phone to his ear as Stan started the car and drove out of the cinema.

The phone rang a few times then Kyle's mum picked up the other end. "Hello?"

"Hi Mum"

"Hiya Sugar. How're things?"

"Not bad thanks. What did you want earlier?"

"Oh, I only wanted to make sure everything was ok with you. It sounds like your out and about, where are you?"

"Everything's fine mum and I'm in the car with Stan, Just coming back from the movies. Didn't Ike say anything?"

"Oh what Movie did you see, hun? Was it good?"

"War of the worlds and yeah, it was good" Kyle sounded like he was getting tired of answering his mum's questions.

"How's Stan? He's awfully quiet there in the background"

"He's driving mum, that's why he's quiet." Kyle smiled at Stan "And he's fine"

"Ok Bubby, well I have to go. We're just about ready to start painting, Have fun at your little sleep-over, dear. Bye now."

"Bye, mum" Kyle pressed 'end' and slipped his phone back into his pocket. "Why she insists on doing that, I'll never know."

"Doing what?" Stan asked

"Checking up on me, especially when I'm with you God damn it, she knows you and I are fine together"

Stan laughed as he pulled up to a junction behind another car. "I do not envy you, dude, but it's nice to have a mum that is concerned about your well-being and all"

"Yeah, but not that concerned, I'm not nine anymore." Kyle complained

Stan smiled as they continued on their way back to his house.

Stan pulled into the driveway, turned off the car and they both got out. "Oh shit dude! I knew I forgot something" Stan cursed as he slammed the car door shut.

"What?" Kyle enquired

"I forgot to get petrol for the car. Damn it!" Stan was annoyed with himself. He stood there for a second, considering what to do. "Screw it, there's more than enough in there to get to the Petrol station tomorrow." He went to the front door, unlocked it and lead Kyle in.

Kyle smiled and kissed Stan on the cheek on the way in.

Stan turned bright red, pushed Kyle the rest of the way in; made sure no one was looking and shut the door "Dude! What the hell are you playing at?" he hissed at Kyle who had landed on the stairs

"Stan! What are you going on about?" Kyle sounded hurt

"You KNOW we can't do things like that outside! What if someone saw us!"

Kyle stood up and brought himself nose-to-nose with Stan "No one saw us, and you didn't seem to have any problems about it in the cinema" Kyle growled

"That was different, it was pitch black in there and we were right at the damn back! Not right on our front porch and in broad daylight!"

Kyle opened his mouth to speak but stopped himself when he remembered why HE didn't want anyone to know, his mother and the possibility of utter embarrassment of all the jokes at school among other things.

"What! Go on, say it!" Stan Snarled

"I'm sorry, Stan" Kyle spoke quietly, looking down at his shoes. He felt like a selfish arse

Stan backed away slightly and took a look at Kyle. His heart melted. Wrapped his arms around Kyle and sighed "Don't worry about it. You were only being affectionate." Stan pulled back a bit, put his hand under Kyle's chin and lifted his head up so they were eye-to-eye again. He looked into Kyle's eyes and pulled him into a deep kiss.

They walked backwards a little, sitting gently down on the stairs. They knew no one would see them there. Stan sat across Kyle's lap, with one leg either side of the red-haired boy. They were so close that Kyle could feel Stan's pounding heart through their clothes.

The two lost track of the world going on around them and just melted against each other. Stan's mind was just beginning to wonder into it's own world, where he and Kyle were the only two that mattered, he was brought back down to earth when he heard the phone ringing. He had to force himself to leave Kyle's lips "I'd better get that" he said softly.

"If it's my mum, tell her I'm otherwise engaged" he smiled sweetly and gave Stan a quick kiss on the lips.

"Ok" Stan smiled. He reached around the banister and pressed a button on the phone. "Hello?" he projected his voice towards the phone before kissing Kyle softly on his lips again

"Hello Arsehole" Cartman's voice came from the phone

"Oh for fuck sake" Stan Moaned under his breath "Whadya want, Cartman?" he said between kisses

Cartman was smirking, spinning a DVD marked "The fag and the faggy Jew" on his fingers. "I've got something I need you and the dumb Jew to take a look at. Could you come around tomorrow?"

Stan looked instantly cross with Cartman's 'Dumb Jew' Comment. "Why would I want to come around to your house fat arse? I have better things to do than hang out with YOU"

"HEY! Don't call me fat. Just drag your arse around to my house tomorrow. Trust me, you and Kyle really want to see this."

"Fine" Stan rolled his eyes and pulled himself closer to Kyle.

"See you tomorrow" Cartman hung up.

"I wonder what he wants" Kyle looked confused

"Don't know, Don't care" Stan smiled and leaned back into a kiss with Kyle.

Their moment was cut short when Kyle's phone started to ring. Kyle pulled it out of his pocket. He had a slightly surprised look on his face when he read the display, he showed it to Stan. 'Incoming call. Fat boy. Answer/Reject"

"I take it that would be Cartman?" Stan smiled

Kyle Nodded.

"Answer it on that hands-free thing. I wanna hear this."

Kyle pressed a few buttons on his phone. "What?" he sounded contemptuous.

"Hello there Jew. How're things?" Cartman sounded as smug as he usually did when he was hurling the same old anti-Jewish insults he'd been using since they were kids

Kyle cuddled Stan close "They would be a lot better if you weren't on the other end of this phone line"

"Fuck you, arsehole"

"What do you want, Cartman" Kyle glared at the phone

"I want your stupid, Jew arse at my house tomorrow. There's something I have that you and Stan want to see."

"Fuck off. Why the fuck would either of us want to see anything you have?" Kyle spoke AT Cartman. He'd already decided he was going to go; he just liked arguing with Cartman sometimes.

"Oh trust me, you both want to see this, let's just say it shows you both in your true colours"

Kyle gave Stan a concerned look. Stan just shrugged it off and started kissing Kyle's neck "Fine. I'll be there, I'll call Stan and we'll both come together"

"Oh that's just perfect."

"Bye, dickhead"

"Fuck off Jew" and with that, Cartman hung up.

Kyle's phone came up 'Call end. Keys locked' he slipped it back into his pocket, leant his head back and moaned lightly as Stan kissed his neck. "Weren't you just telling me off about doing less to you?" Kyle smiled

Stan pulled away and gave Kyle a confused look. "Just shut up and kiss me" he smiled as he pulled him into another kiss.

They broke away from the kiss and cuddled one-another. "Now I really am wondering about what he's warbling on about." Kyle said, giving Stan a concerned look.

"Try not to worry about it. The fat shit probably just wants to show off, as per fucking usual" Stan stood up off Kyle and held his hand out to help Kyle up

"Yeah, I guess you're right." Kyle pulled himself up on Stan's arm.

"C'mon, I can take your mind off it. Let's go, fire up my game cube and waste the rest of the day playing mindless video games" Stan chipped

Kyle smiled and put his arms around Stan as they walked into the living room where Stan's gamecube is