Author's Notes: 15 Chapters in and by the end of this one, it will be Part 1 of the 3 sub-sections of this whole story over and done with. But in this chapter, for the first time in the story, you'll be hearing/reading from Kenny's POV as well and it'll shed some light on what's up though whether you figure out what he's hiding is up to you to solve before the end. Again, another long chapter but anyway...

You're So Great

10 Minutes Later

Kyle's POV

Kenny sure is a sneaky son of a bitch. One minute he shows where he specifically wants us four to sit on this REALLY long outdoor dining table, I take my eye off him, and the next minute he's off and disappeared. I know he's gone off with his assistant staff to help bring out the starter meals and whatnot, but he still could have told me what we're having as a starter if not the whole friggin' meal. I've had many past disappointments in the past when I was a kid and although I've managed to begin liking some of the meals I was given back then nowadays, I'd prefer it if someone would either get me excited early or just put me out of my misery quicker.

As for where I'm sat, there's about 30 to 40 of us all sitting side-by-side down a super-stretched outdoor dining table. Stan's to my right and the boys are on the other side where some of the other kids are sat including their friend Alex and his dads. After I quickly tell Daniel and Miles to stop messing around with their silver cutlery before they poke someone's eye out, Stan pulls my attention into a conversation.

"Do you think Kenny's hiding something?"

"Huh?" Hiding something?

"Well...think about it. Kenny's been pretty nervy and to himself not just today but this week as well."

"So..."

"SO...don't you find it strange that he's just suddenly throwing a party like this – especially one that we're invited to."

"Stan...we get invited to Kenny's parties all the time...we're his best friends."

"NO...not we as in just two and the boys...I mean...WE - everyone here. Take a look Kyle – pretty much everyone who's here is someone we see on TV or in the news every week. Kenny usually doesn't hold parties where all these people AND all his family AND we four are invited to."

"Yeh...I see what you mean. But if that's true, what could he be hiding?"

"I dunno...but I'm pretty sure he's gunna unveil it tonight if not during the meal."

I have to admit, Kenny has been pretty quiet and secretive as of late, even if he does express himself as the bubbly and comedic character that he is. To everyone else he may show himself fully as that, but me and Stan have known him long enough to see through him just like he can definately see through us two. It was only about a month ago when me and Stan came over just for a drink that he was intentionally asking us to go in only the rooms that he said we could go in. That meant that for some odd reason, we couldn't go into the two spare bedrooms upstairs – he says he's doing some kind of "construction" work in them...well...that's what he says. I don't think it's anything wrong or bad that he's hiding – Kenny's not like that...HELL...not that he'd ever do anything sinful...well sinful in terms of breaking the law that is, ha ha.

Sad, drunk, and poorly,
Sleeping really late.
Sad, drunk, and poorly,
Not feeling so great.

I wonder if Kenny will even be his comedic self tonight even if he has this secret that Stan is supposedly believing to exist. However, if it does exist and even if he does reveal it to us, what happens if he is still keeping himself to himself? Obviously me and Stan can see Kenny isn't feeling so great about SOMETHING, but the question is...what particular "something"?

Finally, after the table silences down, Kenny walks out – now changed in his usual blue shirt and jeans and taps on his wine glass.

"Now then...I'm not very good at dinner speeches and stuff like this...so for the safety of all your kid's ears...I'd be better off dripping with sweat than gulping down glasses of wine and drinking myself to stupidity." We all give a small laugh. "But anyway...ummmm...I guess what I do know...is to say sumin about...thanking you for coming, hoping you enjoy your meal...AND...to not puke up on my garden coz' the smell of freshly cut grass and vomit don't mix very well..." Another small laugh. "And don't worry...that's not a recipe I've experimented with...so you're safe tonight...with fresh shrimp and oven-baked warm bread followed by a course of pasta, pizza and salad...all topped off with my own home-made baked strawberry and vanilla alaska pudding." There's a few 'ooooo's and 'ahhhhh's going around the table. "But enough of my mouth-watering teases...enjoy the meal." A small clap and Kenny blushes slightly, ha ha. And with that, Kenny takes his seat right at the top of the table and his assistants all come out and place each starter in front of the 30 to 40 guests.

Stan's POV

45 Minutes Later

Mmmmmmm...m-m-mmmmmmm...this is fucking delicious. If Kenny weren't presenting his own show on one of Kyle's TV channels WHILST working his ass off at his restaurant down-town...I'd put Kenny to slave labor - this food is great. I haven't eaten pasta and pizza this good since...well last month at Le Scruff's, ha.

"Daniel...stop playing with your food..."

"Sowwy daddy." Daniel replies – reminding me slightly of my young days when I used to make silly faces with a mouth-full of food – usually revealing pasta as a yucky mushed-up mess on my tounge like Daniel and Miles have done already.

Rolling up another piece of thin-crust baked pizza and plonking it straight in my mouth, I look to my right to see Kenny smiling fine and getting on with his own meal. Despite the fact that the other people think Kenny's smiling properly, I can definately tell from that smile that he's hiding something. I've already told Kyle about what I think and I still stand by what I believe. Judging by how he's acted and talked and looked by his face, there is something up, I guarantee it.

Wandering lost in a town full of frowns,
Sad, drunk, and poorly.
Dogs digging up the ground.

Ah well...if Kenny doesn't announce something in the next two hours than I'm either gunna have to do some snooping around or I'll just simply ask him as a friend...though I doubt I'll be able to withstand my curiosity about this matter, so sneaking around it is...and Kyle's gunna help me whether he likes it or not, ha ha.

So there's two bedroom which we're supposedly not allowed to go in...BUT...I'm sure a one minute peak inside won't hurt anyone. Besides...ha ha...tonight...since we'll get the chance to do so, if I win this bet between me and Kyle...it'll be me who's on tops in bed. And despite how wierd this may sound, Kenny says that we can "do it" in one of the spare bedrooms whenever we come to visit at any time. That's right, we can have sex...at Kenny's whenever we have the urge to do so. Some people may see that as just down-right fucked up...but I guess as Kenny puts it, it's his way of saying sorry for all the past, present and future humor and teases he's done to both of us. And before anyone asks...twice...once in either spare bedroom. I wouldn't be surprised if Kenny's got cameras in there and he watches us do it...we know he secretly loves our gayness despite him denying it – the dirty bastard...guess there's nothing new in Kenny's mode of entertainment.

Still...any way for me and Kyle to show our love to each other, is a way that we definately will take if we're ever away from our own bed back home.

And I feel the light, in the night and in the day.
And I feel the light, when the sky's just mud and grey.
And I feel the light, when you tell me it's OK.
Coz' you're so great…and I love you.

Kenny's POV

I'm on the edge of grabbing that glass and gulping down every little drop of red wine...but...I don't wanna run the risk of then going up to Stan or Kyle and saying, 'OY...yYyOU...yer' SHuPosHEd tO be MA' behsht FRIENDAH!' or something drunkly retarded like that. Then again, I've been feeling like this ever since I had to start keeping THIS a secret. How long's it been...3...4...5 weeks since I first found out what I wanted to hear yet at the same time, had to keep secret for so long? And here was me thinking the whole work bit and eagerness of it was easy enough...but when it's more than what your best friends had to go through, I guess it is tougher to keep inside.

Tea Tea and coffee,
Helps to start the day.
Tea Tea and coffee,
Shaking all the way.

I'm now starting to doubt whether I'm fully capable to do THIS...sure Stan & Kyle are alright - they have each other...but me...I'm all alone...if anything bad happens or if I make one simple mistake...it could have major consequences and unlike those two, I won't have another to look to for help. So it'll always be me by myself...that is if I don't find someone for keeps. Peh...ironic...in the beginning I was only looking for a girl so I could lose my virginity in more than one way than normal...but now...NOW...I want someone for the second reason.

I've been busy with the whole house over the past few weeks actually. The old storage room across from the lounge has now been turned into a fully blown-out play room – yep, I've got more toys and games than a cash-strapped Michael Jackson during a Disneyland Rivalry...and that means plenty of messy times in that room I'm guessing. Goodness how much I've spent in the past month on furniture and toys and the like...thank goodness Kyle's still giving me another two seasons of my show for airing coz' I'll need even that to get my fucking piggy bank back to where it was before. Along with that, I've managed to find some empty areas of my vast library to include some books and whatnot that younger eyes can see. But that doesn't mean my precious collection of...ahem..."detailed magazines" is going away forever...I'll still have time for all that and all the lovely nights under the sheets...HA HA HA.

Speaking of sheets, the two spare bedrooms have been converted as well – if Stan and Kyle thought it was a nightmare decorating TOGETHER just ONE room, try by yourself with TWO rooms...one thing everyone must know is that you DO NOT pay a bunch of sleepy mexicans to do your rooms for yer' – I learned that the hard way unfortunately. Oh I can remember the time I actually tried explaining it to them – it was more like being stuck in a Mexican-based US embassy rather than at home.

"I...want...YOU...to P-A-I-N-T...these two rooms."

"Paint...si...roll...paint-si...pretty colours...si."

"YES...I want you lot to decoarate these rooms...will you do it?"

"Ummmmmm...paint-si...problemendo friend...money...need...si."

"You want pay-ing...YES?"

"Si...pretty money-si..."

"How much do you want...WANT...HOW...M-U-C-H...do you N-E-E-D to ONLY do this?"

"Ummmmmm...four...us-si...50 'Merican dollars."

YES...of course I didn't mind giving them only 50 bucks to decorate and paint two large bedrooms...but let's just say that what they were supposed to paint...they didn't...and what they shouldn't paint...they did...and with really horrible strokes and methods too. I ended up paying a thousand times more to others who were actually good at this profession. I paid them not only to paint it properly, but to also replace all the furniture and stuff those stupid Mexicans had painted over...UUUURRRRKKKKK! All this just for setting up something...thankfully, that was the last of it.

30 Minutes Later

The main course is out of the way and I've given all my guests a 30 minute break to let their food go down before we finish with the desserts. I'm in the middle of telling a real-life joke to a few people by my finely crafted stone chairs near the pool as all the other kids including Daniel and Miles are enjoying themselves in it.

"So then the little dwarf guy comes up to me whilst I'm STILL preparing other meals and he says 'Y'know...about the meal you made me...I'm not happy.' So I turn around and say...'Oh, you're NOT happy...so then...which one are you?'" To which everyone around me ends up laughing at the punch-line. After a few claps and sips on their wine, they all walk away with smiles on their faces and I'm left in my own stone chair as I continue watching the kids in the pool – making me smile too.

Suddenly, as if from nowhere...those two appear and sit down on either chair to each side. Oh great...what have they come over here for?

Kyle's POV

Stan's pleaded with me enough to the point that it became too cute to resist, so we decided to come over to Kenny as soon as he was by himself. I have to say these stone chair actually feel qite nice – anything made to fit the shape of my own ass is comfort enough for me. But fitting my unique shape doesn't just limit itself to chairs y'know as Stan knows well enough by now.

Anyway...me and Stan give Kenny interrogating looks and Kenny moves back in his chair.

"What's up guys?" Kenny asks. "Didn't find any hairs in your pasta did you?"

"Were we supposed to?"

"Only if my assistants got your foods mixed up with a certain guest's meals, that is." To which we three smile and laugh slightly. No wonder Kenny invited one of the most well-known Food Critics here – what better way to get revenge on someone who called your food horrible and vile in magazines, than to give him something to choke on...literally.

"What's up Kenny?" I start me and Stan's questioning of this blond-haired straight.

"Why do you say that Kyle?"

"Oh just curious – it's just you're looking a bit...I dunno...not you tonight?"

"Not me? Ha, what do you expect me to be like – dressed in my birthday suit throwing nothing but my finest pornos around the place, hmmmm?"

"Ha ha...NO..." Stan continues on. "You just look a little worried about something."

"Worried...nah...just being a bit cautious about tonight and how it'll all go, that's all."

"Really?" I say without the pre-high-pitch tone but in a curious tone instead. "You don't look it."

Kenny looks down at the floor and nearly gulps down his entire glass of red wine...Christ...and usually Kenny gulps the whole thing down without any problems. Looks like Stan was right...something IS up. "Actually..." He says to which me and Stan look at one another and smirk.

"A-HA..." Stan replies. "I knew something was up. Come on Kenny...tell us...I'm sure we can take it."

"Can you?" Kenny responds with a half-smile. "I doubt it..."

"KENNY...we're yer' best friends. I know it hardly ever happens...but if you ever have a problem your 'intelligent' brain can't solve, than we'll always try and help."

"It's less of a problem...and more of a...of a...worry."

"Well then...what's worrying you?"

Kenny takes a quick peak around the area. "I don't wanna talk about it out here in the open. Can you follow me inside and we'll talk about it in there?"

"Sure...just lead the way." And with that, all three of us step back up and Kenny leads us back inside and leads us up to his bedroom of all places.

10 Minutes Later

OH...MY...GOD! WOAH...I never would expect Kenny of all people to say something like this. And even after Kenny says for maybe the fifth time that what he's saying is true, me and Stan just can not hold back our shock, but most importantly, our delight at the good news. And after me and Stan let go of him after chucking him onto his king-size bed with happy power, he hands us a letter to which me and Stan read at the same time:

Dear Mr. McCormick,

Thank you for your co-operation and interest in communicating with the services of our fine establishment. We are delighted to inform you that your application for Adopting 2 Children has been accepted. We look forward to meeting with you and hope that you will be able to find the perfect young son and daughter to make your own...

Even though the letter goes on slightly after that, that's more than enough information to explain why Kenny has been feeling this way.

"Well...now you know. I hope you two aren't gunna start mocking me or whatever."

"Mocking you? Kenny, why the hell would we do that?!"

"Yeh dude...this is wonderful news...having your own kids is great."

"BUT...so you're not gunna come up with 101 obvious reasons for why I'll fail miserably at it, then?"

"NO...of course not! Well...your porn and dirty mind aside, you're a great father figure. Besides...at least they'll have a dad who knows his food and drink better than anyone else."

Kenny goes on to tell us that he's jokingly already realised he'll be no good at adopting new-borns so he's gunna skip those entire few years me and Stan had to cope with and go with kids that'll probably be the same age as the boys – just like what the letter said, a boy and a girl. But still...YAY...now we five guys can talk to each other about the ups and downs of raising kids...I guess that's a good thing for me and the others...but a bad thing for Kenny coz' he's gunna probably get a hell of a lot of questions asked like we always do.

City's alive and, surprise, so am I.
Tea, tea and coffee,
Get no sleep today.

And it's only a couple of hours later that Kenny tells all the others to which he can't get away from the surrounding people who don't stop praising him and giving him their support...yeh like they really give as much a dam as we two REALLY do.

Stan's POV

4 Hours Later

Well...it's been a great day-out and trip to Kenny's place for more reasons than one. He told us that he's heading up to the same adoption agency as we went to in a couple of weeks time so good luck to him – hopefully, he won't pick a boy who won't follow his potential dad's traits. Then again...I guess that could be a good thing for specific reasons.

Being the last guests out the door, Kenny walks us out the porch and back outside to the front of his estate as we wait for our limo to turn up. And speaking of which...there's still ONE FINAL thing that still needs to be settled here. And as I gaze around the nearby area, looking desperately for someone to appear driving some kind of vehicle BY THEMSELVES, Kyle realises what I'm doing and giggles.

"Hmmmm...looks like you've lost our bet once more my love." He says – putting his arm around my shoulder and showing his divine delight.

"Our bet? Now what kind of wager have you guys put down this time?" Kenny looks at us both in a curious smirk.

"Oh well..." I say slightly. "...we put a bet on whether or not your guests would turn up in limos or in their own vehicles."

"So what does the winner of the bet get?" To which Kyle gives Kenny the raise of his brow and a smirk. "Oh God, you guys'll bet on ANYTHING for control won't you."

"Control? NAH...I'd call it more of a 'right to love'." Oh there goes Kyle and his usual terms for us having sex.

"Good thing this bet's a simple 2 to 1..." Kenny starts to which I'm guessing this'll end in a homo-joke or sumin. "...I'd hate to think what the winner would get if it were Evens...HA HA, you two would have to split the action somehow. Well I guess Stan has a 'right to love' also if you lose this one Kyle."

"Not likely..." He looks directly at me and moves his face nearere to mine as I look down to the ground in slight disappointment. "...looks like I'm on tops tonight Stanny."

Only a few seconds afterwards, one of the guests calls over to Kenny. "Hey McCormick! Thanks a lot for the party and whatnot, it was wonderful!"

"No problem...just make sure you don't let that wine you drank get to your brain too much." Kenny shouts back over.

"Yeh whatever...well see yer' later." And just as he finishes what he says, he clicks his sensor key and two bright lights flicker on followed by a quick electronic 'Beep Beep' noise. HA HA HA...YES...My smile and raise of the head is a clear indication of what THIS means. And as I turn my head left to see Kyle's smirk completely gone, it's me who has the smirk now.

"AH...well when I said that, what I meant was..." NO WAY...you're not backing out a bet YOU made Kyle.

"NO-NO Kyle..." Kenny says with a smirk too. "You lost fair and square...so now...you're at the 'mercy' of Stan and his 'right to love'." He then turns to me. "Go on Stan...I'm sure you know how it should be done." Dam right...just coz' I'm on bottom the majoriy of the time doesn't mean I don't know how to love my Kyle.

And I feel the light, in the night and in the day.
And I feel the light, when the sky's just mud and grey.
And I feel the light, when you tell me it's OK.
Coz' you're so great…and I love you.

And with that said, the limo parks up right in front us, our driver comes out and opens the door for us, the twins come rushing out with their own 'goody bags' (God knows what Kenny's gave them THIS time) and within a flash, we four are back in our limo heading home. Kyle's looking more nervy than disappointed at the fact of losing but he shouldn't be coz' I know he knows it'll be just like every wonderful night we do it...only this time, he'll be the one who gets it. But I guess now he knows how it feels to be teased and to not know what the other's gunna do. Oh he has NO idea what I have planned...

"Promise you'll go easy one me." Yeh right...I've had 3 weeks of not being tops for a night...so like I said, he has...NO...idea what I have planned.

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Author's Comments: Well...that was a nice way to end Part 1 of Life's A Blur. I'll leave you to decide how Stan's gunna give it to Kyle, wink wink nudge nudge. So then, the next chapter will have a warp into the future from now, so look forward to seeing the boys slightly older plus two more characters...but I'm sure you know by now who they'll be.