Author's Note: Yes, I'm doing this at the beginning. I really wish more people would review.
I watched an episode where Jesus dies. I'm not entirely sure if he dies permanently, or if it's like another Kenny death. Though I'm sure Kenny's the only one who dies and comes back repeatedly, I decided to make this statement. So for the purpose of this story, pretend that Jesus doesn't die.
OH YEAH! Some conscious ranting in here. Next chapter might have Cartman in it, since I've chosen to neglect him at the moment.

Important note: I'm failing my AP Chemistry class... (what? noooooooo). As a result, I will probably be doing even more work than normal. As it is right now, I don't believe that there are enough readers for me to keep writing. I guess I'll sacrifice my grade to keep writing if three different authors review (not new authors, just three different ones... so not like the same person reviewing for each of my four chapters so far).

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By the time Stan finally got home that day it was already dark. He was rather pissed, primarily because he had a fairly large amount of homework to do that evening, which didn't leave him a lot of time to complete it. Hopefully he would be able to present his case to his teachers with them understanding. Of course, Kenny would also be able to back him up... unless Kenny was somehow able to finish.

It wasn't that he was mad for coming home late... it was just the factors making up the reason for his tardiness that angered him. His insane amount of homework, for starters, made him angry at that particular instance. Also, the fact that he was unsuccessful in the thing that was keeping him from going home also annoyed him. The fact that he couldn't help his best friend frustrated him.

The words that Kenny had said to him resounded in his head as he stared down at the geometry textbook on his desk. I'm trying to figure out why you care so much, Stan... That sounded very homosexual just now... "No, I'm not like that," Stan told himself. "I'm only worried about his welfare."

Stan had said that the last time.

He wanted to absorb himself in his textbook, divert his attention to something else. It's not like he hated the whole idea of homosexuality; Stan had definitely proven that to be false. It was just that... he couldn't really see himself as liking another guy. 'It's okay for some people', Stan argued, 'but not for me.'

He began chanting the formula for the area of a sector under his breath, vision engrossed with circles and lines and points and rays. Yet the idea still stuck in his head. That idiot Kenny for getting the idea into his head. But wasn't Stan the one who barfed every time he saw Wendy Testaburger as a child? Was he not the one who was head over heels for pretty girls in his classes (and on occasion teachers)? For Stan, that was enough proof to say he was straight.

But did condemning himself of homosexuality make him a hypocrite on his views as a non-hobophobic?

"Elgh," sputtered Stan, slamming his book shut. He couldn't concentrate anymore; he was too worried about Kyle... in a best-friend way. He dragged his office chair over to his other desk, where his computer was situated. It had taken a lot of work to prove to his parents that he was capable of having his own computer. His mother was so paranoid of Stan looking up porn while she wasn't looking, and so Stan had to both promise that he wouldn't look up porn, and that only he would ever use his computer, or else severe consequences would occur. Even then, Mrs. Marsh sent her husband to check on the computer often.

He logged into Myspace, merely hoping to take a few minutes of break before he tried to dive back in to the most boring type of math ever. He also logged into AIM, just to make his cramming night interesting. Logging into AIM proved to be useful, however, because (to Stan's surprised) a certain boy was also logged in.

"Kyle?" Stan said to the empty room. He quickly IM'ed the boy, asking if he was all right. While he waited for the response, he looked under his friends' bulletins. A little sound from his computer told him that he had gotten a response.

"I'm okay," the response read. "My dad forced me out of the closet. I'm being forced to go to school tomorrow."

"Well that's good," Stan typed back, "so you you're not going to be like Tom Cruise with my closet. What's wrong with going to school, anyways?" Again he got no response, but that was rather excusable on the internet. He browsed his bulletins once more, but this time something caught his attention.

"Antigsa." The bulletin had been posted by Cartman, but before Stan could open it Kyle's response had come through. It took Stan five seconds to decided whether he should read the bulletin first or answer Kyle; he chose the latter.

"I don't really want to say." That's it? Furious, Stan began typing a response.

"I don't know why you don't want to tell me these things. Is it because you don't trust me? Because I definitely trust you. Is it because you don't like me? Because I definitely like you-" Stan paused at those words for a second, "-Is it because you'd rather not say? Because I definitely rather you say. Kyle, I've known you for so long now, before preschool. I can't seem to comprehend why you wouldn't want to tell me." Stan hesitated for a few seconds, and then with a sigh he pressed enter. The good thing about instant messaging was that, though there was no personal interaction, things were a lot easier to say.

Stan turned his attention to Cartman's bulletin, which confused him. Antigsa? Was that even a word? Stan hovered the mouse over the blue link and clicked it, and then he began to read. As he progressed in the reading his eyes grew wider, and his lower jaw hung in shock. How could Cartman-?

The familiar sound from AIM brought him back to Kyle's conversation. "I'm just scared, Stan. Scared to face the population of our high school, who will probably reject me if they found out." Stan gulped; should he tell Kyle that they already knew?

"Trust me, I'll help you," said Stan. "I'll help you overcome those homophobic people... especially Cartman."

"Cartman?"

"It's a long story... he told the whole school already... and he's made a club called ANTIGSA."

"Antigsa? What's that?" And immediately after Kyle added, "I'm gonna kill him."

"Not Antigsa," Stan replied. "ANTIGSA. Anti-Gay Straight Alliance." There was a silence of reponses, and Stan could only guess what was going on. "Well Kyle, I have to leave now. I expect you to be at school tomorrow or else." And without waiting for a reply Stan signed off.

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"Have you heard from the fag yet?"

"I heard he's chicken of being picked on."

"I heard that one of his friends is a fag too."

Stan walked around that morning hearing those comments everywhere he went. It wasn't a very pleasing thing to hear, and even bringing it up would cause the accusations to be directed towards him. Basically said, he was in a lose-lose situation.

He found Kenny under the stairs as usually, and like the day before Cartman was not there. "Have you seen Kyle yet?" Stan managed to ask.

"Kyle?" asked Kenny. And then, after giving it some thought, "no, I haven't."

"Goddamnit, he'd better be here today," said Stan under his breath. For the next few minutes they began talking about other things, which included their previous homework, who would win their upcoming basketball team, and things of the sort. A few minutes before they were to depart, however, the topic landed back on Kyle.

"Did you talk to Kyle last night?" Kenny inquired. Stan nodded slightly. "I could tell. You're not fretting as much as you were yesterday."

"If he doesn't show up today I'll be worried," said Stan. "He said he'd show."

"I still think you care for him," said Kenny, smiling. Stan scowled.

"You said you cared for him too!"

"You know what I mean. In a... deeper sense." Stan scowled, showing his disapproval of the statement. Kenny only continued; "You know Stan, if you hate the idea so much you could just join Cartman's homophobic club."

This stopped Stan in his tracks. "What? I'd never join that club! Cartman's a selfish and uncaring fat-ass. He exploits the weaknesses of his fellow classmates, but as soon as he's categorized under the same category he switched his views. It's so stupid."

"Then why are you so harsh in taking a homosexual joke about you?"

"That's different," muttered Stan under his breath. "I don't want Kyle to get an impression that I like him just because you make a joke out of it. You know I used to like Wendy, Kenny. If you make a joke that I care deeply for Kyle and he comes to believe it... I don't want to have to be the one to tell him that it wasn't the truth."

"People change," said Kenny, suddenly widening his eyes and breaking direct eye contact with Stan. "Maybe you turned away from that liking."

"Goddamnit Kenny," said Stan, and at this Kenny was taken aback for his harshness. "I do not like Kyle! I don't see why I can't care for him and not like him at the same time! If it pleases you maybe I shouldn't care for him at all. THEN WHAT? Would you be willing to say otherwise? Well then fine. I DON'T CARE ABOUT KYLE" He stopped to catch his breath, and when he looked at Kenny he knew something was wrong. Panicking, he turned around to see how many people had heard him. By his surroundings, not many people had noticed (it was an empty hallway, after all). However, his eyes fell upon a lonely figure rested upon the wall, and as his eyes met the green eyes of the boy he turned away.

"Thanks a lot, Kenny," Stan muttered.

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That's chapter 4. Someone (you know who you are) reviewed and asked for longer chapters. Coincidentally, next chapter should be longer (if I feel motivated enough to write it, I mean). I just didn't really want to make this one any more than it needed to be.

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