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I spent the entire Sunday morning and afternoon polishing up my book report. I read and reread passages and chapters, wrote and edited my material until finally at around 4 in the afternoon I was satisfied with my work. As much as I tried to ignore the bothersome gnaw that was occurring in the back of my mind I couldn't. Cartman's warning affected me more then I expected, even as I continue to tell myself he's a manipulative conniving back stabber. There's been too many incidents were he would completely fuck me over at the end and I'm not going fall in his twisted ruse this time.

I haven't bothered talking to Kenny for whole day; I just honestly haven't had time till now. I picked up my cell phone and dialed his house number, after a couple rings a raspy voice picks up.

"H-Hello?" The female voice asked in a light southern dialect.

"Hi, Mrs. McCormick, is Kenny home?" I said in my usual cheery tone I use with any parent I speak with.

"Oh, is this Kyle?" She asked with a trace of delight.

"Yes."

"Yeah, he's home. Kenny!" She hollered away from the phone. "You know..." She says in a mere whisper. "I'm real glad you and Kenny are good friends, he needs more people like you in his life." She complimented.

I actually felt really good when she said that and I couldn't prevent the smile that formed my lips. "Thank you Mrs. McCormick." I replied and I truly meant it. That was the nicest thing any parent has ever told me.

"Hey dude." Kenny greeted after a few moments.

"Hey, you wanna come over?" I asked, hoping he'll agree.

"Yeah, I'll be there in a few." He answered much to joy, I really wanted to see him since last night when I got home, but I didn't want to ask him to come over thinking he already seen me enough. "Alright." I said and closed my flip phone.

I cleaned up my room a bit, fixed my bed, put books and some clothes away then decided to take a quick shower in the mean time. I felt like I needed one after being cooped up in my room all day in front of a computer. It usually takes no more than ten minutes for Kenny to get to my house from his. I dressed in a black t shirt and some pair of jeans I had for over two years now. I picked up my wide tooth comb and started combing through my unruly locks of wet hair. As I was about to put product in my hair I heard the door bell ring. I dismissed what I was doing and headed downstairs and see Kenny at the entrance of my door talking to my mom who answered it.

"Oh how are you sweetie?" My mom asked as she shut the door.

"I'm good." He replied a little awkwardly with a welcoming smile. I don't blame him, everyone gets weird around my mother, she tends to be a little too motherly not only around Ike and I but with our friends as well.

"Hi, Kenny!" My brother Ike piped up from the couch as he was watching one of his favorite television shows...a recorded hour of Dateline NBC.

"Hey." Kenny waved, taking a glimpse of what he was watching.

"Come on." I muttered before he had to say hello to my dad next and he followed me back upstairs.

"I'm making some matza ball soup if boys get hungry." My mom shouted to us as she walked into the kitchen.

"Thanks mom!" I shouted back, keeping my irritation at bay as I poked my head back into the living room to make sure she heard me.

"What's that?" Kenny asked. For as long as Kenny known me and my mothers cooking he still gets lost as to what exactly is in the ethic dishes.

"A Jewish soup with a ball of dough in it." I answered sort of vague. "It's really good, you've had it before."

"Oh..." Kenny replies.

The moment we entered my room and shut the door Kenny kissed me lightly on the lips; I blushed and kissed him back just as lightly. "How are you?" He asked.

"...Good, uh...good." I stumble as I broke our eye contact and moved away from him to sit on my bed.

"Kyle..." Kenny begins softening his voice.

"What?" I ask trying to give off the vibe that everything is fine.

"What's been up with you since yesterday?" He finally asks as he sits next to me grabbing one of my pillows, resting it on his lap to relax his arms on.

"I-I mean- I'm not sure." I say shrugging my shoulders in defeat.

"Yes you do know." He informs me. "Is it because you think Cartman knew we were gone last night." He ask not even flinching at the question thats been bugging me since yesterday morning.

I looked at him the guilt clearly seen in my eyes "Yeah...that's it." I reluctantly admitted, although that was only part of what has been bugging me.

He looks away from me and releases a gentle sigh. "I need to tell you something." He says abruptly.

I knit my brows. "What?" I try to ask without it sounding too demanding but I think I failed at that shot.

"C-Cartman...Cartman... has kinda known for a while of how I felt about you." Kenny confesses directing his focus to the pillow on his lap.

"What?!" I bellowed yanking the pillow he had and whacking it across his head. "Why? How the hell did he find out? Did you tell him!?" I interrogated as I continued to strike him.

"Dude, it's sort of embarrassing how he found out." Kenny said laughing from my sudden anger as he blocked himself from the pillow swings. "Why the hell are you mad?"

"Do you have any idea who Cartman is and what he would do with knowing that about you!?" I shouted in a harsh whisper.

"It was an accident." Kenny assured, holding his palms up in defense.

"How?" I say with the most control I could muster.

"Remember how I was obsessed with Playboy?" He starts and adjusts his position to become more engaged with me.

"Yeah." I replied with a single nod.

"Well, he would sometimes go through them while he was at my house, he knew where my stash was anyway and he'd just help himself to the magazines." Kenny says and gestures to further explain his story, but I think it's because he's nervous.

"Okay..." I say elongating both syllables, encouraging him to continue.

"Well, I kinda started buying....well...uh...you know." He hints at me circling his hands as if it would help me figure out what he's trying to say, and it suddenly did.

"Oh...you started buying...like...gay magazines?" I clarify, making sure I whispered the word gay.

He nodded. "Yeah, and I had hid those with the Playboy ones and when Cartman came over one day I guess he looked through my stash and found them."

"Aw, fuck." I say with disappointment that must have been embarrassing. Out of everyone to find out about his sexual orientation it had to be Cartman.

"Alright, but how did he find out about me?" I asked, quirking a brow.

"That same day when he showed me the magazines, he immediately started asking me what boy I liked. I told him that I didn't have anyone in mind but then he began to threaten that he'd tell everyone he knew about my sexuality including my parents if I didn't tell him. So at first I lied and said Token, but he knew I was lying and then he threatened to tell my mom right then and there. So, then I basically blurted your name out." He finished rubbing his hands together as he kept his eyes on me waiting for some sort of reaction aside from my stare and ajar mouth.

I finally blink a bewildering sort of blink. "...Shit..." I finally say, wrinkling my brows in anger and creating fists with my hands. I'm not mad at Kenny, I'm mad at that asshole who forced Kenny to tell him something he didn't want him to know to begin with.

"It's completely fine though he later told me he wouldn't tell anyone, since I told him what he wanted to hear." Kenny assured as he leaned back near my headboard and laid on my remaining pillows.

"I don't know dude, I don't trust Cartman." I said with the utmost truth.

"Well, there's nothing I can really do about it now." He admited as he diverted his eyes to the ceiling. "You know after Cartman found out about me, I felt like telling someone about my sexuality, you know someone that wouldn't rip on me about it or be demeaning about it... so that's why I chose to tell you that one day, and it did feel good that I did tell you."

I smiled after he said that as I playfully straddled him. "That means a lot." I couldn't help saying.

Kenny placed both hands on each of my thigh, rubbing them, sending me jolts of pleasure. "And I kinda already knew about you too...you know what I mean?" He explained as his trailed his eyes back to me.

"What do you mean you already knew?...Really?...Did you really?...but I didn't...I don't think I did...at that time...did I?" I asked in a jumble of scrambled thoughts, astounded that he already had an assumption about me that long ago, way before I ever figured it out.

"Yeah, dude, I kinda saw it, I even caught you a few times in the locker room." Kenny said with a huge grin plastered on his face.

I felt hot crimson rise to my cheeks with no mercy. "....You...y-you did?" I squeaked.

He nodded, a mischevious nod. "Yeah...only a couple times." He said gripping my thighs this time. "But that's okay because I was doing it too." He finished with a wink.

I laughed and rested my hands on his chest having the sudden urge to touch him. I traveled my hands down to his abdomen and sneaked them underneath his hoodie and shirt relishing the warm skin aginsit my fingers. Kenny helped and unziped his jacket allowing me less constriction. I then partially lifted his shirt and placed my lips to his on stomach placing small butterfly kisses and an occasional flick of my tougnge. He ran his hands through my hair playing with the red locks as I heard his soft moans which only prompt me to do more.

I never did bring up Cartman again that day, and I never did tell Kenny what he said to me yesterday, I didnt even know how to tell him. I was too lost within his touches to even worry about something like that. Kenny and I didn't do anything more then just touching one another. We explored eachothers bodies, kissing, nipping at eachothers necks and we didnt dare go anywhere below the belt, as much as I wanted to. It never felt so exhilerating to be teased even if Kenny wasnt aware of doing so.