A/N: Sorry for the long update, I've been counseling a friend, and I've been working like crazy so I'm not broke when I go back to school. Thank you to all of you who have reviewed so far, you guys completely make my day! ;-D. Now here we are people chapter 3. Don't forget to REVIEW!

I washed all the dishes in about 10 minutes and hastily wiped the counters down with a wash cloth and some disinfectant spay.

'God, I hope Kenny is alright.' I sincerely thought to myself

I hurried to my room and I finished my entire book report in record time. I skimmed through the last chapters making sure I had the story down pat and I typed what I could in little time. It's obvious I half assed my report but I'll polish it up on Sunday I decide.

'He cannot be back into the drugs… he can't' My thoughts harshly interfered again as I typed a final and lousy sentence.

Since Kenny's phone call I couldn't wait another second to go to Stan's, it was already 7:45 pm and Stan was expecting everyone to be there by at least 8:00 pm. I wanted to take my time on my book report, I really did but the thought of what Kenny has to tell me unavoidably made me hurry through it. I'm aware that's he's not going to tell me anything until everyone is asleep but I continued to rush through my chores and homework anyway.

As I click on the 'file' and 'save' button on my computer I freeze for a moment, something on my computer has caught my attention. I stared into my computer screen completely silent, my mouth is now ajar and my eyes now furrowed in an almost haunting realization.

I finally caught notice on what I wrote on a particular paragraph, I must have unconsciously typed it down.

'I love him'

It obviously had nothing to do with what I was writing for my report, I stayed solid in place and a delicate moisture soon developed in my eyes and I eventually allowed that moisture to travel down my cheeks in light rolls…I felt disgusting.

I convinced myself countless times that the inappropriate thoughts I carried towards him were simply thoughts of my questioning sexuality. I've always unwillingly known I was slightly attracted to Kenny…but not in love with him.

I took a deep yet shaky breath and murmured what's been lingering through my mind with uncertainty for almost 2 years, and now I know for fact it's true. "….I-I'm...g…gay." Saying that felt like an entire new language to me, I cringed when the words left my mouth, I've been questioning myself for a long time but actually saying it out loud was something entirely different, and it was scary.

It took me to write it down in black and white for my near mystifying feelings to hit home. I've been holding this in for too long. Every sexual thought I've ever had towards Kenny was pushed to very back in my mind and I refuse with all the power I hold to leave those thoughts hidden and to never resurface into my conscious mind again.

And I failed miserably.

This frightening epiphany explains every single aspect I carry towards Kenny in its full light. The blushing, my heart beat pumping quicker then usual, the soreness that develop in my chest every time I lock his baby blues with my own. Everything about him, every thought, every single word that comes out his mouth sends my knees growing weak and my stomach to flutter with something from the realms of the unknown.

"I…love…Kenny." I manage to mutter to myself, my spine trembled as his name escaped my lips.

I shut off my computer loosing all my will to type anymore. I packed the rest of my over night bag and I grabbed my game controller and movie for the night, with no rush this time. I took the collar of my shirt and wiped my face clean acting as if I never cried to begin with, fooling myself as usual.

With my bag over my shoulder I opened my bedroom door and as I turned the handle I noticed my hand was shaking.

I took another deep breath telling myself to get a grip or else I'm going to faint any minute. I took one deep relieving breath in and slowly let it out, I did this for a few moments until I felt the shakiness of my body cease to some extent.

I walked down stairs and noticed my dad on the couch reading a paper as the television was on with a hardly audible volume.

"Bye dad." I say over my shoulder, as I descended the stairs and headed towards a corner by the door to put my shoes on I kicked off earlier.

"Where you going son?" My dad asked taking his focus off the local paper and to my direction.

"I'm going Stan's, remember." I answer as I bent down and tied on my classic black and white converse.

"Oh, that's right, have fun." My dad replied and retuned his attention back to the paper.

'I hope I do' I thought to myself with a light frown and headed out the door into welcoming coldness of the early evening.

I arrived at Stan's at 8:20pm, I didn't bother knocking and just opened his door and allowed myself in. There is Stan, Cartman and Kenny on the couch playing the Nintendo WII in a very animated fashion.

"Hey Kyle." Stan mentioned never taking his eyes off the screen.

"Stan you dickhole your cheating!" Cartman hollered as he shoved the side of him into my raven haired friend.

"Now how the hell can I be cheating?" Stan demanded shoving him back as if it would help him win the game.

"Both of you are cheating." Kenny stated just as loudly and accusingly.

"Aw,aw,awwwwww." Stan groaned with disappointment, I assumed he lost. "Cartman, you bastard."

"You guys really suck ass at this game." Cartman scoffed all while gloating on his victory.

"You always use the characters that require no gaming skill." Kenny countered letting his controller drop onto the carpet.

"Hey dudes" I said grasping their attention as I sat on the arm of the couch next to Kenny and I can already feel my chest beginning to ache.

"Did you bring your extra controller?" Kenny asked, looking up at me with his signature grin.

"Yea." I replied no longer able to hold his gaze and I diverted my attention to Stan instead. "What do you want to play?"

"Super smash bros?" Stan replied smirking.

We played Super Smash bros for almost 2 hours straight. I have to admit I did have fun and I relished the fact that I completely kicked Cartman's ass with Yoshi. Stan later decided to order us some pizza and we then watched the movie I brought over, Donnie Darko and then we watched a movie Stan had rented called Running Scared. It was getting late when it was nearing the end of the second movie, it was roughly 1 on the morning and I can sense the restlessness coming off from Stan. Cartman tried to keep himself up but sleep obviously got the best of him. Kenny however was still awake watching the movie with wide interest. I couldn't help but to steal a glance or two from Kenny, I tried to be discreet but I have a feeling I didn't do it too well.

Stan eventually feel asleep at the end of the couch with his head resting on the arm and Cartman ended passing out at the foot of the couch in a fetal position on the floor. When the movie finally ended and the credits were rolling Kenny turned and looked at me with a slight smile. I noticed he looked so hot in the dark, the only source of light was coming from the television and it cast on him beautifully. I smiled back feeling each intense heart beat deeply penetrating my hears to the point I could scarcely hear what he was just said.

"Let's go to the back yard." He whispered wrapping his hand around my wrist and we walked to Stan's back yard.

I didn't say a work and simply allowed Kenny to guide me letting the fluttery feeling in my stomach come to full force…and it felt amazing.

When we entered the back yard we silently decided to climb up the man made wooden steps drilled into a tree and into Stan's tree house his dad built for him since he was 8. It was very dark save from the moon and a few of the residential street light post, giving us quite a bit of illumination.

I sat comfortably against a wall of the tree house while Kenny sat Indian style at the center of the small room that use to feel so big to me when I was younger.

"…So…" I begin already feeling the tension growing thick.

"Kyle, you have to promise not to get mad." He warned his eyes carrying concern along with his words.

I wrinkled my brows already knowing what's coming. "Kenny, please tell me you're not doing that shit." I informed feeling my throat inevitably stiffening. Kenny is so much smarter then to go back into that bullshit he was in a year ago, the drugs completely ruined his life and he was lucky to get out of it the way he did.

"No, it's not that." Kenny said with shock as his eyes widen.

I take in a breath finally realizing my I was holding it since our conversation started. "…it's not?" I said gladly relived.

"No, no it's not, do you know how much you helped me through that shit? I wouldn't go back." Kenny said leaning a bit forward becoming more engaged in the our nearly awkward discussion.

I smiled at his comment. "Oh fuck, I really thought for a sec- I mean the way you sounded on the phone earlier, you sounded like you in some sort of trouble."

"…well, I am in some sort of trouble." Kenny confessed his eyes now lingered to the floor.

"You know you can tell me anything Kenny." I say lacing my words with comfort and allowing him to feel more comfortable.

"Promise not to be mad." Kenny muttered looking up to me again.

"…I promise." I replied almost anxious I did.

"I…I like you Kyle." Kenny said genuinely his powerful gaze pierced through me.

I can literally feel my heart drop and my breath coming to a complete stop. This cannot be happening. "What are you trying to say?" I manage to say with defense and I saw Kenny's eyes knit and never leaving my hard gaze.

"I like you…like…in that way." He's say's nearly choking on his own words.

I didn't know what to say, I've never been so fucking scared in my life and I don't know why I'm frightened to begin with.

Kenny shifted his body and continued to look at me, I felt my heart racing a mile a minute and my chest caving in. Kenny then ever so slowly closed the already little space between us and his face ended up no more then an inch away from mine. I can literally hear his breath and from its pattern it sounds uneasy.

"I know you feel the same way." He said just above a whisper and he pressed his lips into my now dry ones. I closed my eyes and couldn't help but to savor the kiss and I weakly allowed Kenny to explore every part of my lips and mouth. We finally broke apart for air and we only continued to stare into each other as we began to digest what just happened between us.

After a few minutes of utter silence…I ran out the tree house terrified of Kenny, terrified of my improper thoughts, and terrified that I allowed my prohibited feelings to get that far.