Chapter 15

"I know, I can definitely see why," Kyle tried his best to ignore Stan, even if the young apostle was mounted on his back, "Oh, I bet you can't waaaaaaiiiiiiit to give what your sweet little box of chocolates to Wendy. I bet you're soooooo excited!"

"Kyle, calm down," Stan bit Kyle's left wolf ear, "I said I would accept your feelings, didn't I? Listen, I truly am sorry for not feeling the same way for you. So please, let it go. Waaaiiii!!!!"

Stan lost his balance as Kyle flew, falling off of him. He dove about 5 feet from him when he managed to catch his balance, flying back up with little effort.

"Hey, you can fly again," Kyle noted.

"Heh..." Stan sensed that Kyle was going to notice something he shouldn't, "So I can..."

"You... you were lying!" Kyle pointed a straight finger at Stan's nose, and the two stalled in midair, "You only asked me to fly you to the mall so you can ride on me. Riiiight? You weren't injured at all, were you, Stan?:

"I was... for a while," Stan admitted, "I guess... for the most part, what you are saying is true."

"So, you finally want to come out of the closet," Kyle grinned handsomely as he and Stan continued to fly, "You... Tell me the truth, Stan. I mean it. What... How do you feel about me?"

"I... I only love you as a friend. Totally platonic," Stan barely managed to say, "Nothing more, nothing less."

"Okay, then," Kyle allowed the rest of the situation to pass by, "Hey, were here at my house. Why? Shouldn't you be at your house already, Stan? Or are you lying when you said you only love me in a platonic way?"

"No, I mean it!" Stan hissed, "Fine! Whatever, I'm going home now!"

Stan sped off, leaving Kyle standing at the front step of his door.

"Hm... I honestly wish his emotions were not so mixed up," Kyle spoke as he rang the doorbell, "I just know he's lying. These emotions... He's not sure whether or not he's in love with me. I don't know for sure... but I have a strong gut feeling he doesn't know yet."

"Oh, hello, Kyle," Gerald had answered the door, "Where have you been?"

"Just at the mall with Stan, buying some Valentine's Day stuff," Kyle answered.

"That's fine," Gerald nodded as his son came in the door, "Even if you have a much longer life span that beorc like your mother and I, I don't want you going out to gentleman clubs and things like that. It's unhealthy, even for the prince of two legendary countries."

"Um, Dad?" Kyle asked.

"Yes, son?"

"Can we have a talk?"

"Oh, oh dear..." Gerald looked from side to side, feeling awkward, "It's not... about crushes, is it?"

"So?"

"It is, then?"

"...Yeah..."

"Then let's have a nice talk about it, son," Gerald motioned for Kyle to sit, "Hey, Sheila, come here!"

"What?" Sheila came from the kitchen, "What is it?"

"I think that our son really has become a man."

"Oh, I think I see where this is going," Sheila looked at the ceiling as she sat.

"So, what's the matter, son?" Gerald looked Kyle in the eye.

"Well, you see, there's this person at school I like, and she's a close friend of mine," Kyle began, "I told her that I liked her, and she said she'd accept my feelings. But ever since I told her, she looks like she doesn't know whether or not she likes me. What can I do about this?"

"Hmm..." Gerald pondered, "I think that it's exactly as you say - she doesn't know yet."

"Oh, don't listen to your father," Sheila batted her hand at her husband, "He's a guy. We women know so much more about love. She likes you. It's quite certain."

"Really?" Kyle spoke softly, "I knew he was in love with me..."

"He?!" Gerald nearly erupted, "You're in love... with another guy?!?!"

"Doh!" Kyle gasped, Dammit, I knew I should have... Wait... If I did that, Stan might have heard me through his sending stone, and that would not be good. I'd much rather have my parents find out about this matter than him.

"Oh dear..." Sheila could not think of anything particular to say.

"Yeah, I am in love with a boy," Kyle admitted rather boldly, "So what? I can't help it - I am so deeply in love with him. I don't care if I'm the same gender as he is."

"Who?" Sheila went over to her son, gently taking his shoulders, "Who is the boy you're in love with, Kyle?"

"Do you really want to know, Mom?"

"Yes," Gerald stated firmly, "Please. We're your parents. How mad can we get?"

"It's... It's... It's Stan, okay? I'm really in love with Stan!" Kyle blurted out, "So there!"

"That's okay," Gerald nodded, "We are all humans. We Broflovskis accept people for who they are. Especially if it's our own son."

"I don't know what I should do..." Kyle almost cried, "I love him so much that I would happily throw my life away for him, but... It appears he only likes me as a friend. That bitch Wendy totally has him around her slutty little finger."

"Hey, now, don't talk like that!" Gerald got up and scolded."

"I... I'm sorry, I really am," Kyle ran up to his room, tears flying down the stairs, "But... But that's how I honestly feel. You just don't know how much I love Stan, Dad. Oh, and, uh... It would probably be best if you do not tell Stan's parents about this. There will be trouble, and I know it."

When Kyle was gone, Sheila said to her husband in a rather low tone, "Poor kid... It's clear that Stan is the most precious thing in the world to him right now."

Meanwhile, in Kyle's room, the wolf prince lay on his bed, lightly crying.
"Why... Why?!" Kyle growled and stuck his fangs in his pillow, "I... Why, God, why?! I almost don't want to go to school tomorrow. I'll get millions of chocolate from girls tomorrow. Even without Stan's gift of foresight, I can tell that. But... But while those annoying little wenches are giving me candy, Stan's giving chocolate to Wendy! This just got a lot worse..."

~The next day, at South Park High School, during the 45-minute lunch break...~

"Hey, Prince Kyle, did you see my chocolates in your locker?" Bebe jumped.

Dammit, I knew it... Kyle averted the eyes of the mob of girls around him.

"Yeah!" Some of the other girls chanted.

"But wait!" A random girl signaled, "The rest of them are in the trash can right next to his locker!"

"No!!!!" The mob went over to said trash can, looking at the high pile of perfectly good chocolates in it.

"Um, if you girls don't mind..." Kyle barely made it through the sea of girls around him, "I have to get to my locker..."

"Aww..." A different random girl bawled, "I was going to throw out the chocolate in there and replace it with mine."

"Hey!" Another side character girl spoke up, "We've been all trying to catch Prince Kyle's attention by throwing out the chocolate in his locker and replacing it with our own so it could stand out!"

"Grr..." The rest of the girls growled and got into a mini mob fight.

Damn... Kyle nervously thought as he opened his locker, I'll never be able to understand women. Huh? What's this?

"What is that in Prince Kyle's locker?" All the 157 girls spoke simultaneously.

Hmm... this is a rather elaborated-upon chocolate box... Kyle examined the box, even finding a card on the back, What's this? A card?

Kyle quickly flew as high as he could in the air, out of the girl's reach. He bent his legs so they couldn't reach them, and opened the card to read it.

"Dear Prince Kyle," the card began.

Why do all of my Valentine cards always begin like this... A sweatdrop went down Kyle's tough neck.

"I see that you're invited to Stan's 17th birthday party tomorrow. I am too, believe it or not."

Kyle's ears stood erect in curiosity, Hmm, now that's interesting! They even know Stan. How precious.

"If you can, meet me in his room at about 8:00 p.m. that day. I'll be waiting there. And I swear to you, I'm a good friend of Stan's and I will not hurt you in any way. I just want to talk to you, Prince Kyle.

Sincerely,

Your Biggest Secret Admirer."

"I honestly wonder if I should trust this person..." Kyle wondered as he flew back down and stowed the luxurious-looking chocolate box and card in his bag, "I suppose I could just use my laguz powers on them if they end up being a serial killer or something."

Just as the bell to third period rang, Stan happened to be passing by.

"Oh, hello, Stan," Kyle spoke with a hint of mellow in his tone, "I see you don't have that chocolate box and card you were carrying around with you today. You gave it to Wendy already?"

"Yeah," Stan stated bluntly, with so much truth behind his voice, "And you? Any chocolates yet? Wait, why would I ask such a simple question? You must have had thousands, even in only the first two periods of the day."

"That's true," Kyle laughed, "but 99.99% of them were all in the garbage by the time I got to my locker. I only found one in my locker, and it had some kind of weird message in the card."

"Really?" Stan twitched his ears.

"Yeah... Apparently, this girl is also invited to your birthday party, and appears to have a huge crush on me. She wants me to meet in your room. I think she wants to seduce me or rape me or something like that."

"Nonsense!" Stan exclaimed as he and Kyle were already at Sr. Seymour Wiener's class, "Besides, even if that were the case, just use your powers on her."

"Good idea," Kyle nodded as Spanish class began, Oh, I almost forgot! Look in your locker after school. I think you'll like what you'll see.

~Already after school...~

"Okay, so what is this thing you have talked to me about for the whole school day?" Stan was slightly annoyed as he opened his locker.

"Oh, you'll see soon enough..." Kyle spoke sweetly and innocently.

"Oh!" Stan was, indeed, surprised at what he had seen, "It's a Valentine's Day chocolate!"

You can open it on the way home, Kyle said, After all, I don't want everyone to know that I'm in love with you, Stan.

Ah, good point, Stan said as he and Kyle jumped for the sky, Why, if everyone knew, I wouldn't have Wendy anymore!

About 1 minute into the air, Stan had the card opened. It read:

"Dear Stan,

Happy Valentine's Day, and Happy Birthday. Even after several years, I still am deeply in love with you as I was when we were 8 years old. Stan... you honestly don't know how precious you are to me. Let's be friends forever.

Love,

Your best friend Kyle"

"Why, thank you!" Stan glomped Kyle in midair, "You are truly-"

"Huh?" Kyle wondered aloud, "Truly what?"

"Nothing!!" Stan quickly put the chocolates and card in his handbag. He then put his hands tightly over his heart in fear that Kyle would hear its sonorous beating, What was I going to say?

"You and me both, dude..." Kyle raised an eyebrow as he and Stan continued through the sky, "And if you think I can't hear how fast your heart is racing, you're wrong. As the prince of wolves, I have better hearing than you think."

"Heh..." Stan laughed, unexpectedly transforming into his winged cat form, "Well, I've got homework to do, so bye!!"

Stan then flew as quickly as he could away from Kyle.

And come to my party! Kyle heard Stan say to him, You better be there, or else! Can you make it?

Anything for you, my sweet.

Ugh! That's too mushy! Just come to the party.

Okay.

~That Saturday...~

"All right!" Kyle was all dressed up and ready to go, "Mom, Dad, I'm going to Stan's birthday party now."

"Have fun!" Sheila waved, "But wait! Do you have a present for him?"

"I gave it to him before his birthday, about a month ago."

"Oh. Okay."

Kyle took wing upon the sky, and his flight took only 10 minutes. After these minutes have passed, he was right in front of the Marsh home.

"Hey, glad you could make it!" Stan was ecstatic at seeing his best friend, "Well, come in and have some food!"

"Thank you," Kyle tilted his head, So, is that seductress here yet?

No, no signs of seducers or seductresses here yet, Kyle.

"So..." Kyle started as he and Stan sat down with some food, "How are things?"

"Good, good."

Do you think... that Wendy could be the one who sent me the Valentine crap?

Possibly. I have no idea, man.

It probably is. Or it could be Bebe - she seems like a more likely candidate.

For all intents and purposes, it probably is her. No doubt about it.

It was already dark outside, rather dark, and Dance Dance Revolution was going on in the front room. Lots of people were gathered 'round, both young and old.

"Okay, I'll start," Kyle offered, "Put on the Shining Collection song, please."

The whole room gasped, then one girl said, "But Prince Kyle, that's the hardest Dance Dance Revolution song in existence! It's hard to do, even on the controllers. But you're going to do it on the platform?"

"Yes," Kyle got onto one of the DDR platforms, ready to dance in 10 seconds.

"Wheee!!!!" Kyle's fangirls squealed, "That's our Prince Kyle!"

The song only just begun, and already, Kyle was moving at impressive speed. Throughout the entire song, he got only one break, but ended up getting a score of "AAA" on the song.

"Wow!!" The fangirls wailed yet again, and the ones who were cheerleaders got into a routine, chanting, "Prince Kyle, Prince Kyle - he's our man! If he can't do it, nobody can! GO, PRINCE KYLE!!!!"

Girls.... Kyle thought, then looked at the time, Crap! It's 8:00 p.m.! Stan, I'm going to go to your room.

All right. See you there.

Kyle stepped up the Marshes' stairs, leaving everyone else partying like fat drunks. When he got to the room, he knocked on the door, but received no response.

"Okay, I'm coming in, then," Kyle announced, opening the door and letting himself in the room, "Stan? Bebe? Wendy? Anyone in here?"

"It is only I," an enigmatic voice sounded.

"Who... who is that?!" Kyle growled as his pointy fangs showed, "Present yourself, mysterious one!

"I am your secret admirer," the voice went on.

"But I have millions!" Kyle threw his arms in front of him to show emphasis, "What makes you think you're so great that you can call me out here?"

"Because I am the one..." the voice's source grew louder, "...that loves you more than those others."

"Please..." Kyle scoffed, looking away, "Everyone says that. Oh, and whoever you are? My heart belongs to someone else."

"Oh, really?" the voice grew curious, "Who is it?"

"I am not afraid to admit who it is," Kyle's ears flattened, and he became firmly defensive, "It's a guy, and one who's been my best friend forever."

"Oh, really..." the voice gradually grew angry, "Well, well, well, well... You're quite the faggot, aren't you?"

"Grr..." Kyle charged in the direction of this voice in winged wolf form, but only found a small girl's body.

"You're not getting away, Prince Kyle," The small body uttered, turning Kyle over.

Dammit... Kyle thought, She's strong for a woman! In fact, she's even strong for a man! I can't hold my wolven form for very long...

Kyle transformed back into his humanoid form, and the small body was on top of him.

"Get off of me!" Kyle ordered.

"Never..." the girl continued to seduce Kyle as she had been doing. She crushed her lips against his, and from there things only got worse. Her tongue touched his Adam's apple and continue to run down his chest, when all of a sudden, Kyle took a held of her head.

"Stop this at once!!" he shouted, looking at the girl's eyes. They quickly turned from an auburn color to a sky blue one.

"Ugh..." a familiar voice uttered from the girl.

"What?!" Kyle held the head up to the moonlight, "You're no girl! You're... Stan?!?!"

"Oh my God!" Stan exclaimed when he regained his senses, "What... what happened?"

"You were seducing me..." Kyle replied.

"I'm so sorry, Kyle! I didn't mean to!" Stan looked down and pointed his ears in that same direction, "The spirits of both Ashera and Yune were inside me, so I was wondering why I was acting the way I did... I asked them to channel inside of me to make my voice sound like a woman's, but in the end, things got really bad... Kyle, I doubt that you will ever forgive me."

"Oh, quite the contrary," Kyle smiled, "You were really good at putting the moves on me. But why would you want the goddesses to do that? Just to change your voice? Wait... It can't be... were you the one who sent me the Valentine's Day chocolates and card?"

Stan nodded.

"Are you bullshitting me, Stan?" Kyle grew somewhat agitated, "You don't love me. It's quite obvious."

"I... I..." Sparkling tears poured from Stan's eyes, "I'm sorry, it's just-"

"Stan, the card said that you would not hurt me in any way!" Kyle thundered, "You promised! And now look at what you have done!"

"Kyle, I-"

"I'm going to ask you one more time, and one more time only," Kyle grabbed Stan by the shoulders, "How do you feel about me, Stan?"

"I... I don't..." Stan couldn't find a sufficient word choice, "Kyle, I really am sorry!"

Then, without warning, Stan threw himself on top of Kyle, letting their entangling breaths bring their mouths together. The apostle completely engulfed Kyle's mouth with his own, making sure that he tasted ever square millimeter of the other boy's lips.

Stan... What are you doing? Kyle asked, barely managing to take Stan off of him, "What's going on? Why are you doing this?"

"Kyle..." Stan looked up, "For several years, I have loved Wendy Testaburger. Even throughout the course of this year, I have loved her. But... But when I am around her, I don't feel anything. Nothing at all. On the other hand... when I'm around you, my body feels uncontrollable, so hard to withstand. Kyle... I..."

"Stan? Are you okay?"

"Ask me again how I feel about you."

"Okay. Stan, tell me, how do you feel about me?"

"I love you, Kyle! With an impenetrable passion!!" Stan cried, embracing Kyle.

"So, you finally admit to it, then," Kyle grinned, taking off Stan's hat and petting his well-kept hair.

"I do," Stan continued to cry, "I... I was so unsure about my feelings at first, but now... After finding out that I felt giddy around nobody but you, I just knew it couldn't be anything but love. Kyle, I hope you're happy!"

"Oh, but I am. I couldn't be any happier."

"Nor I, Prince Kyle."

Fate had dictated that their lips mingled with each other once more. It seemed that they have made out for about 2 whole, straight minutes. This moment was indeed a distant, fantastical wonderland for the two, as there couldn't possibly be anything better. Kyle was ready to reach into Stan's pants when the young apostle stopped him.

"I think..." Stan was still trying to catch his breath as he put his hat back on, "I think... that we should go back now, Kyle."

"Good idea," Kyle got both himself and Stan up from the floor, "They might suspect that we've been up to no good. And, in a way, I guess we have."