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Stan wasn't paying attention to his English teacher.

Of course he wasn't. Why should he? He had other things to think about, such as why he had been so resistant to him possibly being homosexual, though he knew he clearly wasn't. Or maybe he was thinking about why Kenny was so persistent in the matter, and why he continued to challenge him of his emotions towards Kyle. Most likely though, he was thinking about how he had tried his best to not give Kyle any misconceptions that he liked him, when it turned out that now he gave Kyle an imperssion that he didn't care for him at all.

Misconception was a beautiful concept, and its true meaning is easily misconcepted.

Stan blamed Kenny for that. Or maybe it was his fault for forcing Kyle back to school. Or maybe it was his fault for... not liking Kyle "It's so weird," Stan muttered under his breath. He could never imagine himself being gay anytime soon. It would ruin any reputation that he had ever built up. He would be shunned by his family for his abnormality. He knew it would make his life very different, and he wasn't ready to change.

But hanging around Kyle was already giving him a bad reputation. His family didn't talk to him as it was, being so consumed with other material things. How much different would being gay make him then?

Stan shook his head in complete frustration, and, though unknownst to him, he had gotten the attention of a small portion of the class. Stan had gone from simply refusing to accept the idea... to accepting the possibility and setting the stipulations. Yet as he grew readily frustrated his mind began a new thought... would it really be that bad? Stan wasn't sure if he knew the answer. Stan wasn't sure ie he wanted to find the answer. Stan wasn't sure if he would be able to find the answer. Stan wasn't sure if he should find the answer.

But Stan knew that he needed to know the answer. He needed to know it if he were to ever get Kyle back. He needed to know if if he were to ever come to terms with his emotional thought processes of late. And, consumed in the pursuit for this knowledge, he fell into a slumber.

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"I really do want to tell you guys. You're my best friends, and so I think you deserve to know first…" The statement had made everyone stop walking away, Stan being the first to return to Kyle.

"You can trust us," Stan replied, placing a comforting hand on Kyle's left shoulder. Stan could tell how nervous Kyle was, mainly because the boy was trembling and shaky.

"I don't know why," began Kyle, his breath hanging in the air from the cold weather, "but I've been noticing something about myself lately. It feels weird for me to say something like this, especially since the typical teenager male spends his whole life trying to not be what I've perceived myself as being..." Stan looked at the other boys, hoping that the others had understood what Kyle was trying to say; the confused expressions on their faces proved otherwise.

"For the sixteenth time, Kahl," said Cartman, "we don't care if you're a jew."

"It's not about that," said Kyle, and to Stan's surprise he hadn't addded an insult back at Kyle. "It's... I don't really want to say anymore..."

"Mmph mmph mmmmmph, mph mmph!" said Kenny.

"I agree with Kenny," said Stan. Kyle sighed, unsure how to go about his situation now. He didn't really want to tell them straight out...

"Do you remember when we had this one substitute teacher, back in the third grade?" asked Kyle. "I know it's pretty hard to remember, but it was around Valentines Day."

"Mmph mmmph!" Kenny said happily. The other two boys gave a "ahh," being refreshed of the memory.

"I remember her," said Stan. "Wendy was so pissed at me for having a crush on her. It's not like I was the only one! The whole class liked her!"

"Yeah, that was so funny," said Cartman, "just like that one time..."

"Mmph mmmmph mmph!" said Kenny. Stan and Cartman laughed.

"You're so perverted Kenny," Stan said. "It's too bad that she was some Middle Eastern terrorist or something like that. What was her name again?" The two other boys shrugged, and it was then that Kyle and his problem were realized once more.

"Ms. Ellen," Kyle replied, "but that's not the point. Remember what Chef had said about her?"

"That she was Vanessa Williams hot?" asked Stan.

"Nooo, you idiot," corrected Cartman, "he said she was Pamela Anderson hot!"

"Mmmph mmmmph mph! Mmmph mmph mph!" snapped Kenny.

"He's right," said Kyle, "but I'm not talking about that. Remember what he said about her wanting to make love to him?"

"Oh that!" yelled Stan ."She was a lesbian. We were trying to become lesbians after that."

"Goddamn, we were so stupid," said Cartman in his accent. "I mean sehriously, licking the carpet? Eating a cardboard box? My mom was stupid."

"Yeah, but it was only three years later that we found out what a lesbian really was," said Stan. "What's this getting at anyways, Kyle?"

"Well..." said Kyle. "You should get the idea by now..." When the three heads shook their heads, Kyle pouted. "Seriously? You don't get it?"

"No Kyle," muttered Stan. "We're not psychic. Just tell us, Kyle... it's okay."

"Mmmph mmph!" said Kenny.

"Shut it Kenny!" snapped Stan. "That didn't count. All I did was say some random name and waited for someone in the audience to-"

"I think I might have got it, fellas," said Cartman, catching Kyle's attention. "Follow with me here... Kyle brings up Ms. Ellen's lesbian ways to make us connect it to something, yes?"

"...yes?" came the chantive reply of the three children. Cartman nodded.

"Now follow with me here; it gets kind of complicated. Now if we were to connect this with Kyle's problem then what if... Kyle has realized that... he really is a lesbian?" Cartman looked aroun him, and found the facial responses not so pleasing.

"Cartman, that is the dumbest thing you have said all week!" yelled Kyle.

"Just tell us already," said Stan. Kyle nodded.

"I'm... going to give you detention after school for sleeping in class today, Stan Marsh."

Wait, what?

"You're to be here no later than three this afternoon. Miss the detention and I'll be sure to miss typing in your grades for a while, Marsh." Stan grumbled, and made his way for next class.

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Lunch was an interesting time of day. It was the time of day when there was no schoolwork to do, no learning to be done, and no teachers to lecture. It was the time when the events over the course of the first half of the day were recounted, as well as when test answers were passed along. It was also the time when hungry stomachs were satisfied, chatterbox mouths were exercised, and lunchboxes took a large breath for air from suffocation.Though the cafeteria food wasn't quite as great as salisbury steak, it was still the best period of the day.

Sran took a seat at an empty table. He was typically the firs of the four to sit down, though today it could possibly be only three, depending on how mad Kyle was at him... or maybe two depending on Cartman's defiance of their friendship. Stan frowned at that thought; he really wanted the four of them to be together again.

Naturally, Kenny was the next to sit down, the only one who hadn't yet deserted him. Stan always felt bad for him because he was poor and didn't bring a lunch. Stan wanted to lend him some money on occasion, but Kenny refused to take any.

"Biology was a killer today," muttered Kenny. "The quiz is super hard, and it talks about some random BS." From there he proceeded to dictate some useful information to Stan. Yes, one of the pleasures of lunchtime.

"You know, she'll notice one day that 7th period's grades are better than 2nd's grades," muttered a familiar voice. Stan felt his insides jump.

"Kyle!" Kenny exclaimed. "Come stay a while!" Stan nodded, moving over to accomodate the boy. Kyle hesitated for a few seconds, and then sat down and placed his lunch tray on the table.

"Nah, you don't know our teacher very well," said Stan. Kyle, being advanced as he was, had already taken Biology online, and so while Stan, Kenny, and Cartman were all in Biology, he was taking Chemistry. "She's an old hag with amnesia. She can't put two and two together.

"Neither can you guys," said Kyle under his breath. Kenny failed to hear Kyle's comment, but it was still loud enough for Stan to pick up.

"If you weren't being so beat-around-the-bushy about it we could've put two and two together," replied Stan. Kyle frowned.

"If maybe you cared more about your friends you vould've been able to," snapped Kyle. "Oh wait, that's right! You don't care about me!"

"Stop..." protested Kenny, but Stan continued.

"Maybe I do care about my friends," said Stan. "Maybe you percepted it completely wrong."

"How does 'I DON'T CARE ABOUT KYLE' mean something else?" said Kyle.

"The gridded square that predicts genetic inheritance is called..." stated Kenny, trying to rise above the other two.

"Maybe it means that I care for you in a completely different way," muttered Stan, causing the whole table to quiet down.

"You mean...?" began Kyle, but Stan cut him off.

"Yeah. Maybe I care for you as my best friend. Not as an acquaintance. Not as a oy with similar interests. Not as a boyfriend like Kenny keeps suggesting." Stan could see Kyle's whole figure plummet back to his seat.He knew what Kyle wanted. And now he had stated that it was not what he wanted as well...

Misconception was a malicious concept, and its true meaning is easily misconcepted.

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