The next few weeks were normal. School started the first week of September, it turns out I had a lot of classes with Cartman and Bebe. My only class with Kyle was foods, except it seemed like everyone ended up in that class. It was like the school board decided to make foods a mandatory class at the last minute but neglected to tell anyone. It didn't matter though because it was an easy class and sometimes you got food.

Kyle had stopped stressing out about Cartman telling everyone he was gay, except I figured he still had something big planned. They had been at each other's throats the passed few weeks, Cartman crossing the line sometimes. Wendy still hadn't talked to me, Bebe told me she was still pretty pissed.

I thought about Kyle a lot more, he occupied my thoughts most of the time now. I hadn't got to see much of him though because he always had a shit load of homework. I mean, I had a shit load of homework too, I just didn't do it. At least I didn't spend half the amount of time I should on it.

It was about two weeks into the school year and I already had two C's and a D. I figured this year I would try to keep all my grades about C level, but I was already failing at it.

Now I was sitting in math class staring at the whiteboard as the teacher droned on about finding the square or some shit. I didn't understand what he was saying at all (math happened to be one of the classes I was getting a D in). I glanced a Bebe, who sat next to me. She was doodling all over her math worksheet that she had already completed. Damn, she was better at math than you would expect.

Maybe I could do better in math too, if I payed attention. I tapped my pencil on my desk as I glanced at the clock. There was only a few minutes of class left and then it would be time for lunch.

I glanced at Cartman across the room, he seemed as bored and uninterested as I did. I looked at my worksheet and then at my notes. I had really half assed these notes.

The bell rang and everyone got up and left to go to lunch. Cartman and I walked to lunch together, I would've preferred it was anyone else but it was okay for the time being. "Wendy's still pretty pissed at you." He commented.

"I know, dude." I replied, why was Cartman telling me this? Didn't he know I already knew? Cartman shrugged and then we walked into the lunchroom. Jesus, maybe this was all part of his big plan.

We got our food and then went and sat at our regular table where Kyle and Kenny were already sitting. They seemed to be in a really deep conversation with each other. I took my usual spot next to Kyle, and Cartman sat on the opposite side next to Kenny. "Dude I'm telling you, Butters has a hot ass! Just look." Kenny said, we all inadvertently glanced in Butters direction.

Butters stood next to Token and seemed to be talking to Clyde. "Why are we having this conversation fags?" Cartman chimed in.

"I need to get him to sleep with me." Kenny stated.

"What about you and Bebe?" Kyle asked, looking at him.

"I'm over Bebe for the time being. I'm ready to try something new." Kenny stated, nonchalantly as ever.

"Then go over and talk to him." I said, taking a bite of my chicken sandwich.

"Um, it's Butters dude. He'd never sleep with you." Kyle pointed out. Ever since about fifth or sixth grade Butters drifted away from us. Of course, we were still friends, but like, school friends. We weren't as close as we used to be.

"I'll go talk to him," Kenny stood up, "Watch Kenny McCormick work his seducing magic." He winked and then left.

"Jesus Christ, he's so full of himself." Cartman mumbled.

"You're one to talk, fatass." Kyle responded, then he laughed lightly. It was that nice, fluttery laugh. "What are we doing in foods today?"

That fucking class was the bane of my existence. I couldn't care less about what we were doing in there. I couldn't transfer out of it though because my mom told me it would be good for me to learn how to cook. Yeah right, I can't cook for shit.

"We're making muffins. The blueberry ones where we use applesauce instead of oil." Cartman said, he seemed happy about it. If there was food involved then he probably was happy about it.

"Why the hell do we put applesauce in them?" I asked, they both shrugged in response. It didn't sound very good to me.

Turns out opening a jar of applesauce is a lot harder than you would expect. "God damnit! Why won't this fucking bottle open!" Kenny scowled as he tried to twist the lid off the applesauce.

"It's because you're weak, you're poor and never eat. Give me that." Cartman said snatching the jar out of Kenny's hands. Kenny punched him in the arm for his comment but Cartman didn't react.

Cartman held the jar horizontally. "Jesus, Cartman. Hold that upright or it'll spill everywhere." I warned.

"Shut up you damn hippie, I know what I'm doing." Cartman continued working on getting the lid off.

Kyle was mixing the other ingredients in a bowl. "Uh, dude? This doesn't look right." He said, turning to face me. I walked over to look at the mixture.

"What the fuck?" I asked, because I had no idea what I was looking at. It looks like a tan blob that would be in a horror film.

"I fucked up bad. Do you think they'll be able to be saved?" Kyle questioned, furrowing his brow in thought. He seemed genuinely concerned about the muffins. He also looked so damn adorable like this. He seemed to really care, but I didn't know why he did. These were just muffins for a class we were forced to take.

"You're so cute, Kyle, but please don't try to bake anymore." I said it without even thinking, it just kind of slipped. I regretted it too, no matter how true it was.

Just as Kyle turned to face me we were interrupted by Cartman, "Shit!" Cartman swore, followed by the sound of a jar dropping and shattering. We looked over and saw applesauce all over the floor.

"Stan told you that would happen, you idiot!" Kenny lectured. Cartman and Kenny began arguing about whether or not it would've still happened if Cartman had been more careful.

I looked up at the spill of apple sauce, which was all over the aisle of the classroom. I watched as Tweek Tweak, who seemed pretty jittery today, slipped on it. "Jesus Christ!" He exclaimed.

"Shit!" Cartman said again, Kenny helped Tweek stand up.

Across the room Tweek's group, which was Token, Craig and Clyde, were watching too. Craig grabbed a plastic spoon and scooped out some of their apple sauce and then used the spoon as a catapult to launch the apple sauce in our direction. Sadly, Craig was a bad shot, he hit Bebe in the back of the head.

"What the hell?!" Bebe cried as she reached up to feel her apple sauce covered hair. Craig turned sheepishly away and went back to whatever he was doing.

"Oh my god Bebe! Who threw that at you?" I heard Wendy ask her.

"I don't know, but now my hair is all fucked up." Bebe groaned.

Meanwhile we were trying to fix our really fucked up muffins. Since we had no apple sauce Kyle just substituted water. "I don't think this'll work dude. Isn't the apple sauce used for like oil or some shit?" I asked him, thankfully we had moved on past my little comment earlier.

"It'll be fine." Kyle shrugged, I didn't think it would be fine. I felt something wet and sticky begin to drip down off my hat.

I quickly grabbed my hat off my head, it was covered in apple sauce. I turned around and Wendy was standing there with a smug look on her face. "That's for throwing apple sauce at Bebe."

"I didn't do that!" I protested, I ran a hand through my hair that was now all sticky and gross.

"You were probably just aiming for me and missed." Wendy retorted, she left after that. I just stood there dumbfounded until Kenny told me to help them clean up.

Our muffins didn't turn out. In fact, I don't think anyone who looked at them would think they were muffins. They were indistinguishable blobs with blueberries in them.

"This sucks you guys." Cartman said, when we threw away the muffins.

"I guess you should've been more careful when you opened the apple sauce, fatass." Kyle replied as we waited for the bell to ring.

"At least you're not covered in apple sauce." I sighed softly, I wanted to go home and take a shower.

"At least we didn't burn down the school." Kenny added.

"Not yet." Kyle laughed, we ask laughed with him because we knew that day would probably come.

After getting off the bus Kenny walked one way and Cartman, Kyle and I walked the other. "I need to go home and take a shower." I ran a hand through my sticky hair again, I had been doing it all day. My hair being clumpy and sticky bothered me, but there wasn't much I could do about it at the moment.

"I wanted to hang out with you today." Kyle commented.

"Fags." Cartman mumbled under his breath. Kyle just rolled his eyes in reply to him. I wondered if there was truth to Cartman's statement. I had been feeling weird lately, especially when I looked at Kyle or caught Kyle looking at me. It was a fuzzy feeling, almost like when I was with Wendy, but better. I didn't know if I liked it or not.

"I guess you can come over if you don't mind waiting for me to shower." I told him, we walked past Cartman's block but he continued walking with us.

"Sure." Kyle said, then he stopped. "Cartman you missed your block." He pointed out.

"I'm going to visit someone." Cartman stopped as well. I stopped too and looked back at them.

"Where are you going?" Kyle questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"None of your business, Jew." Cartman sneered as he continued walking. We all walked in silence and then Kyle and I turned down my road and went to my house.

"Cartman's been acting strange lately." I said, unlocking the door and letting us into my empty house.

"Yeah, I wonder what's up with him." Kyle walked in and slipped off his orange jacket to reveal his green sweater vest.

"You're such a fucking nerd." I teased as I took of my jacket too, I took off my backpack and left it near the front door.

"Yeah, but you dress like a wannabe emo kid." Kyle retorted, snickering.

I looked down at my outfit. I did admit I usually wore skinny jeans, but the random band shirt I had thrown on today wasn't helping my case about not having a 'wannabe emo' look. "What would you prefer I wore?" I asked him.

"Well if you were really asking I'd prefer you wear nothing at all." He said it so causally, as if it was an ordinary thing to say. I turned towards the stairs as I felt myself blush.

"I'm taking a shower." I mumbled, I started walking up the stairs.

"Don't think I didn't catch what you said in foods, Stan."

I turned around and Kyle was smiling smugly. I just shook my head, "I didn't mean it." Kyle looked slightly hurt for a moment. Shit, but I did mean it. "I mean-"

"Is everything weird now that you know I'm gay?" Kyle asked, cutting me off from further explanation. Which was good because I probably would've fucked it up more.

"No, why would you think that?" Things hadn't really been different. Kyle had been acting the same as he always had.

"Well, don't you guys worry about me checking you out?"

I thought about this for a moment, "No dude. I know Kenny wouldn't mind, I wouldn't mind either. You'd have to be an idiot to actually check out Cartman though, so I don't think you do." I grinned, "It's just like being checked out by a girl Kye."

Kyle laughed and looked at me. "I'm sure most people would disagree with you on the it being the same thing."

I shrugged, "If you want we can send you off to live with Big Gay Al."

"I think I'll pass." Kyle smiled at me. He had a damn good smile. It made me feel fuzzy and warm.

"Besides even if you are gay, you'll still always be my best friend." I stated, I genuinely meant it too. "Everything's always better when we're together."

"Of course it is." Kyle agreed. For a moment I wondered if Kyle felt the same way when he looked at me or if he looked at me differently than all the other guys. I kind of wanted him too, maybe I was just being an attention whore. Except I liked it when Kyle and I could spend time alone together and his attention wasn't elsewhere.

I realized that this was fucking gay.

I needed to clear my mind so I actually went upstairs to take a shower. I took a cold shower because I felt like if I focused my attention on the coldness of the water I could get my mind off Kyle. I stood in the cold water and tried to think about something, anything, else. It wasn't working.

I washed my hair and got all the sticky apple sauce out of it. After it was clean I got out of the shower and dried off, wrapping a dark blue towel around my waist and then walking down the hall to my room. Kyle was laying on my bed when I got there.

He turned his head towards me and took a moment to look at me. He seemed to be studying my body or some shit. "Get out of my room so I can change." I said, walking over to dresser to get my clothes out.

"I'm going to go raid your pantry." Kyle informed me, standing to leave. I felt his eyes on me the whole way. I just figured he was happy to see some skin on someone- that was a real treat in South Park. Sometimes I forgot that people even had skin under all their layers of clothes. I wondered what Kyle's skin looked like, last time I saw it we were still kids. It was all smooth and freckly.

Kyle was one of those lucky kids who got acne when they were thirteen for like, a year, and then never got it again. With acne, braces and a Jew-fro middle school Kyle was far from good looking. I snickered to myself at the memory as I got dressed. I guess that it was almost impossible for anyone to look good in middle school. Except after Kyle grew out of that awkward phase, he got really attractive.

Once I was dressed I walked downstairs to find Kyle. He was digging through my fridge, looking for something to eat. "You guys have no healthy food." He complained, grabbing a thing of yogurt, then he went to the silverware drawer to get a spoon. Kyle was diabetic, so he had to worry about things like that. I never really put though into what I ate, but surprisingly I wasn't as fat as Cartman.

"Sorry dude, my parents need to go to the store." I watched as Kyle ate the yogurt.

"How's your dad?" He asked suddenly. "He always used to be up to weird shit, you know?"

I laughed lightly, "You dad was alway up to weird shit too."

"Yeah, he's too obsessed with money." Kyle said softly, "It's damn annoying."

If Cartman was with us in sure he'd make some comment about why the reason Kyle's dad was such a penny pincher because he's a Jew. I decided to not be an asshole today, so I just smiled.

"I think I'm getting a cold, dude. I don't wanna get sick again, that'll mean I'll probably have to miss school." Kyle sighed. Even colds were pretty bad for him, I felt bad for him. I would hate getting as sick as him all the time.

"You're about the only person I know who could afford to miss a few days of school." I told him as I walked over to the pantry to look for something to eat.

"Yeah, but the make up work sucks ass." I heard him throw away his yogurt container and put the spoon in the sink.

I found a bag of cheesy poofs and decided to eat those. "I bet." I replied as I took the bag and walked into the living room. Kyle followed me and we both sat on the couch as I ate a few cheesy poofs at a time. Damn, I had forgotten how good these were. "So why did you want to hang out?"

"Do I need a reason to hang out with my best friend?" Kyle asked innocently, flashing a smile in my direction.

"I know you're up to something, dude."

"Fine, fine. It's just that Kenny pointed out to me that you've been sad lately so I wanted to cheer you up." Kyle smiled at me.

"I'm fine dude." I shrugged, sure I was still a little upset about Wendy but it wasn't as bad as before.

"You've been acting weird." Kyle commented, he took off his hat and shook out his curly locks. Had Kyle realized that I had been thinking about him a lot lately. I wondered if he could secretly read my mind. Or what if what if I had said something and completely forgotten? Well I did call him cute today, but that doesn't count.

"Weird?" I questioned, "How so?" I set the bag of Cheesy Poofs down on the table and turned to face Kyle. His emerald eyes met mine and then they crinkled at the corners when he smiled at me.

"You know, just distant. So tell me what's been going on inside your head." I broke the eye contact and shook my head.

"It's really complicated dude. I just..." I trailed off wondering it I should tell him about what I had really been thinking about. I thought about how many times in the past two weeks I had jerked off thinking about Kyle (It was twice but that's two times too many).

"You know you can tell me anything, Stan. I'm your super best friend." I felt him rest a reassuring hand on my shoulder, I glanced at him and he quickly pulled it away as if something had bit him. "I mean, if you want to share." He added quickly.

"Well, I think I might have feelings for someone else." I confessed, "But I can't really accept it because it's not Wendy." The last part was a lie. I couldn't except it because the feelings were for Kyle fucking Broflovski.

"Dude, you've had a crush on her since like second grade. Don't you think it's time to move on?" Kyle asked this with irritation in his voice.

"I want to move on, I just don't know if I can. Especially with this person." I mumbled. I had my eyes glued on my feet. I didn't know if I could really actually like Kyle. It was all too fucking weird for me.

Kyle was my best friend, he always had been. I loved him, but in a friendly way, at least I thought so. He made me happy with the little things he did, like they way he chewed the eraser of his pencil when he was studying and in deep thought or the way his laugh was so light it floated around the room like a butterfly on the wind. Or the way his eyes shined like stars when he was happy or when his face got as red as a tomato when he was pissed off. It was all so cute, Kyle was cute.

Fuck.

Now I was using similes to describe Kyle. I had forgotten he was even in the room with me, he had become so silent. I looked at him, trying to judge his reaction of what I said. His brow was furrowed in thought and his gaze was on the coffee table. "Who is it?" He asked suddenly, cutting through the silence.

"It's not even important." I reached for the tv remote and turned on the tv, hoping to avoid this conversation.

"Come on Stan, tell me!" Kyle was persistent, he didn't seem like he would be letting up soon anytime either.

"I can't tell you dude, it's top secret." I shrugged and kept my eyes on tv and not on Kyle.

"Is it Bebe? How about Red? Heidi?" Kyle asked expectantly. I just ignored him. I didn't want to have this conversation. I didn't want Kyle to find out unless he had to. I couldn't talk to any about having a crush on Kyle specifically, Cartman would tell everyone and school and Kenny would try to force a relationship. I could still talk to Kenny and Kyle about liking a guy though.

Maybe.

"Tell me or I'll... Break a lamp." Kyle stated, slicing through my thoughts and bringing me back to the present moment.

"What the fuck?" I asked, turning to him. He jumped up off the couch and picked up a lamp that was on the end table.

"I swear to god I'll do it." Kyle looked me in the eyes. I knew he was going to do it, but there was no way I could tell him.

"Dude no-"

"Three... two..." Kyle started, damn he wasn't easing up. Now I only had one second before- "One!" Kyle dropped the lamp and it shattered on the hardwood floor and went everywhere.

"Dude, what the hell? My parents are going to kill me!" I looked around at all the broken glass.

"Jesus, you should've just told me." Kyle said, smiling smugly. He slipped his hands in the pocket of his jacket. "Sorry that was impulsive of me." He added softly.

"You think?" I asked, sarcasm thick in my voice. I heard the front door open and in walked my dad.

"What the hell happened here?" He asked as he stepped into the living room.

"Kyle broke a lamp." I informed him.

"Stan, I'm going to have to ground you. Your mom would kill me if I left you get away with this." My dad shook his head.

"But dad, Kyle broke the lamp." I insisted.

"Well I can't ground Kyle, he's not my kid. So you're grounded, you can't leave the house." My dad said this like it was a final decision but I figured I could persuade him.

"What about school?"

My dad sighed, "Fine you can go to school, but no tv."

"Okay... But the tv in my room is broken." I told him. I could see Kyle grinning in the corner of my eye, what an asshole.

"Fine then no computer."

"I need the computer for school though." This was partially true. I only used it part of the time for actual school work, but I didn't want to lose my computer.

"Fine... Then um..." My dad glanced around the room and then his eyes settled on Kyle who was looking at the glass. "No Kyle."

"What? No Kyle?!" I inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, no Kyle, don't talk to him for the next two weeks."

Kyle laughed, "You're joking right?" He asked him, my dad shook his head.

"You need to go home, Stan is grounded." He informed Kyle, like I wasn't in the room.

"Hey! This is stupid-" I started but my dad cut me off.

"It's for the best."

Kyle put his hat on his head. "I'll see you later, Mr. Marsh." He smiled slightly and then he left without saying bye to me. I guess I was grounded form him, whatever the fuck that meant.

"No will you clean up this mess Stanley, for Christ's sake!" My dad exclaimed as he left the room.

I sighed as I went to go get the broom too sweep up the glass.

Getting all the bits of glass took a lot longer than expected. Once I was finished my mom almost had dinner ready. I walked in the kitchen and found her setting the table. "Will you go get your dad, Stanley?" She asked me sweetly. I nodded and went and found my dad, who was surprisingly outside playing with Sparky.

Sparky was old. His face was graying and his eyes seemed to sink back into his head. He still always wagged his tail though. And he was still gay as hell.

"Mom says it's time to eat." I called to my dad. He stopped playing with the dog and came inside to eat. I glanced around my backyard and looked at all the mounds. I shivered, I still couldn't believe there were bodies under those. I also couldn't believe that my fucking goldfish had killed them. I turned away sand went inside.

Ever since Shelly had moved out dinner had gotten so quiet. My grandpa had died last year too, except he rarely talked so it didn't make a difference. At least Grandpa had finally gotten what he asked for all these years, the sweet release of death.

We had spaghetti for dinner. Spaghetti had to be my least favorite food. I liked the taste just fine, it's just the shape of the noodles that really bugged me. When I was younger Cartman told me that spaghetti noodles were snakes, even though it's been years I just can't get that thought out of my head when I eat spaghetti. God, I fucking hate snakes.

"Stanley broke a lamp today." My dad informed my mom.

"I didn't break the lamp!" I defended, "It was Kyle."

"Why would you break a lamp?" My mom asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I told you, it wasn't me it was Kyle." I insisted. Why didn't they believe me?

"I grounded him from Kyle for two weeks." My dad announced proudly.

"Randy, don't you think that's a little harsh? Kyle is a good boy." My mom sounded slightly annoyed, but who would've be annoyed by my dad?

"Sharon, just trust me on this one okay?" They held eye contact for a moment and then they both smiled. I shook my head and looked at my mostly eaten plate of spaghetti.

I stood up to throw the rest of it away, I had thought too much about the snakes. I put my dishes in the sink and then looked at my parents. "I'm going to go do homework."

They nodded in response and I walked upstairs to my room. I sat down at my desk to do school work but then I realized I had left my backpack down stairs earlier. I unplugged my laptop and went and flopped down on my bed.

I decided to get lost in the depths of YouTube.

It was a mistake.

Soon I glanced at the time and it was midnight. Damn, who knew how many cute puppy videos there were online. I sighed deeply realizing that I had put off my homework for too long. I closed my laptop on a video of a puppy running through the snow for the first time.

I stood, stretched and yawned. If I wanted to pass my classes this year I'd better try harder. I guess that tonight would be the first all nighter of the school year.

I meant to update this sooner whoops. I'll try to have the next chapter up sometime in the next few days~! Thanks for all the follows and reviews, they mean a lot!