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I've also lost track on what day of the week it is in the story, if I've mentioned one at all. So... if you have any idea tell me, while I try to look it up myself (hence why they've been going to school every day so far).
Yes, ANTIGSA will come back to haunt us all... 0-0
Thanks to cjmarie for proofreading!

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He had done it. He made it known to Kyle that he wasn't interested in him. He also told him that he still cared about him. It seemed to be everything that Stan had wanted to happen... right? He shrugged off everything that Kenny had said... proven him wrong... but was it worth it? Stan now knew that if it was really what he had wanted, then he had managed to get his point across. But what if inside he really had liked the idea? What if what he said only shunned his possibilities of ever getting anywhere with his friend?

Those fucking stipulations again.

That lunch period had ended in an awkward way. Normally the four would hang around until the bell rang, throw away their trash, and try to delay as much as possible into getting to class. Today was not to be so; Stan found himself leaving a miserable Kyle and a confused Kenny at the table well before lunch had even ended. He passed by a trash can to throw away his lunch, and walked out of the cafeteria.

He began turning left and right in the hallways, no longer sure where he was going. Was what he did really right? "I didn't insult him," Stan told himself. "I just stated what I felt... right?" Was his method unconventional? Why did the method even matter?

"Oh hey Stan." The voice had torn through the train of thought that Stan had developed during his meandering. As soon as Stan realized where he was, he looked around for the owner of the voice.

"Oh, hey Butters."

"You seem kinda down," said Butters. "Is everything all right?"

"Yeah," Stan lied. "I'm fine. I was on my way to the restroom."

"Oh, erm are you sure?" said Butters. "My dad always said 'If something ever bugs you, you gotta get closure. Otherwise... you're grounded, mister.' Yep, that's what he says."

"I think I'm sure, Butters," said Stan. Closure... was that what he needed?

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"Stanley Marsh?" called a lady from a room. Stan was in a white-colored room, with only a few chairs to sit on. There was a desk, which was where another lady was seated. The only sounds in the room were a boy's nervous chatter and keystrokes from the lady at the desk.

He was in the school's guidance office, during seventh period. In the first segment of class, before he had decided to see the guidance counselor, he had been thinking of what Butters had said previously. Maybe telling someone was really a good thing. But wouldn't Kyle need it more?

Nevertheless, Stan decided to talk to someone. He asked his teacher to leave class to see a counselor, and though he was permitted to do so both the teacher and his peers looked at him as if he was crazy. Then again, maybe he was.

"That's me," muttered Stan. He got up and picked up his things before following the lady. He had never been to this part of the school before, in the whole semester he had been at school. In truth, Stan didn't think that he would ever have need to come here. I guess he was wrong.

"Take a seat," said the lady, and Stan complied. "My name is Ms. Sagisak. I believe that you wanted to see me?"

"Uh, yes ma'am," said Stan. "Well see, I have a problem. Over the last few days I've had problems with my friend. A few afternoons ago he told us that he was... well, homosexual. I didn't think of it at the time, but one of my friends turned on him immediately. He's the one that started ANTIGSA-"

"Oh, you must mean Eric Cartman," said the counselor. "Yes, I was against the club, but apparently your assisant principal is adamant in having it. Please continue, though."

"Okay, well then he started ditching school. This only lasted for a day or so, because his dad made him come out of his closet."

"That's an interesting case," muttered Ms. Sagisak. "A metaphorical concept, perhaps. He locked himself in a closet after, so to say, having just come out of one. But continue." Stan never thought of that, but he didn't dwell on it too much. There were other things to say.

"Then my other friend began saying things to me. They sorta freaked me out. It was as if he wanted to date my gay friend just because... well actually, I don't know why. But he keeps telling me that he knows that I like the idea. So then to prove he was wrong, I straight out told him that I don't care for him.

"And that's where things went downhill. My friend had heard me and so he began thinking that I didn't care for him anymore, when in fact what I meant was that I didn't care about him in that way. And so at lunch today we had an argument, and I yelled at him, and now I'm here."

"I see..." said Ms. Sagisak. "I am still trying to figure out why you're here, as you haven't yet stated. But may I be permitted a guess?" Stan nodded. "I think that you're here because you didn't mean what you said in the lunchroom, and you're having a difficult time trying to tell this friend otherwise?"

"No," said Stan. "I'm here because I don't know at all if what I did was right. I don't know if I'm treating my friend fairly. I... don't know what I want..." There was a momentary silence in the room, and then...

"Stan, there are things only you can answer. But I can tell you this. Your friend is obviously suffering right now. He's having a hard time fitting in with your group now. I think at first he felt like he was accepted, but your change of heart has confused him. You should talk to him about these matters, not me.

"As for your other friend, I don't know what he's thinking. Maybe he really does think that you like him, and that it would be nice for the two of you together. Maybe he's bullying you, though as your friend I doubt that he would. Or maybe he is thinking of a more personal desire, and that maybe he is only using your name to express his own feelings. The mind works in a very complex manner, Stan."

"I don't think I could talk to him," said Stan. "I've hurt him enough, haven't I?"

"A friend always pulls through in the end," said Ms. Sagisak. "I'm sure that things will work out. If you need to talk to me again, my office will be open. I bid you good luck, Mr. Marsh." Stan said his thanks and walked out of the room.

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"And that's all she said?" Kenny asked as the last bell of the rang. Stan had told Kenny everything that the counsellor had told him, purposely leaving out the counsellor's remarks that referred to Kenny. "I think you should tell him too."

"Does it have to be today?" asked Stan. "Haven't I said enough to him about the topic in one day?"

Kenny shook his head. "I think you should do it today. The earlier you do this the earlier you two will be friends again."

"But I don't want to..." muttered Stan, looking away. "I still care for his welf- his... you know." Stan had tried to avoid using the word 'welfare' again, mainly because that was the sentence that had Kenny driving Stan insane. "Things could go wrong."

"Pussy," said Kenny, which shocked Stan. "You know Stan, I hate to say it, but... you're treating this as if you're the one pining over Kyle, and that you're the one who's afraid of telling Kyle that you love him."

"That's bullshit," said Stan. "I already told you that I don't like him... in that way."

"Right Stan. But I'm just saying... that's really how you're acting." Stan scowled; this was becoming exactly like the previous occasion. Maybe that counsellor was right... Stan decided to try.

"Hey Kenny, what do you think of Kyle?" Kenny immediately stopped talking.

"What?"

"I said, what do you think of Kyle?" The blonde boy couldn't mutter anything for quite some time; and as he fumbled in his speech Stan sighed under his breath. Ms. Sagisak was right; Kenny really did see something in Kyle...

"I think of him as a person deserving of someone who cares for him, but what I see is that someone being a real jackass towards him."

Or not.

"I'm not being a jackass," snapped Stan. "Cartman was the jackass; he's the one that completely turned on his friend and made a club that completely murders who his friend is!"

"And what makes you think that that's not how he's feeling now?" said Kenny.

"I DON'T- wait, what?" And as Stan thought about the situation he knew Kenny had a point. How did Kyle see him right now? Maybe in his eyes Stan was being a jackass as well. The words of the counsellor came back into his mind as he thought about it more.

"I think at first he felt like he was accepted, but your change of heart has confused him. You should talk to him about these matters, not me. A friend always pulls through in the end..." He finally got was the two were trying to say... or did he? Stan wasn't even sure anymore...

"What makes you think that that's not hw he's feeling right now?" repeated Kenny. "Well, we'll find out soon enough. Kyle's coming here now." Stan snapped back into reality at the mention of Kyle's name. The final showdown...

"Hey Kenny," said Kyle, "hey Stan. What's... up?" Stan looked at Kyle, and he could tell how much Kyle was trying to keep it cool.

"Oh, nothing," said Kenny, "I was just trying to give Stan some psychiatric help here."

"Not cool," muttered Stan. Kyle's gaze turned towards Stan, and in response Stan immediately shifted his own towards the floor. Kenny was right; it really was as if the roles were reversed. He needed to do something about it... "Hey Kyle?"

"Yeah, Stan?" Silence.

"I..." Another silence.

"Stan?" A longer silence.

"I just wanted to..." Another long silence

"I'm waiting, Stan." An even longer silence.

"Nothing... it's nothing Kyle." He shook his head and turned to Kenny. "I'm going to go now." Without glancing at either of them he fled.

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"Stan, honey are you okay?" His mother's sweet voice rang through the hallway, and though however enticing it sounded he refused to say anything.

"Mom, I'm studying," Stan lied. In actuality, the boy was sitting at his desk, head buried in his arms. He was still contemplating what Kenny was saying... as if you're the one pining over him... But he knew that wasn't true... right?

"Oh all right dear," said Mrs. Marsh. "There's some orange juice in the fridge if you want any. I have to go to the bank and cash my paycheck, all right? Shelly will be here if you need anything." Stan gave a mumbled okay before he heard her leave.

"Goddamnit," muttered Stan. He knew he wasn't pining over Kyle; Stan was almost sure it was the other way around. But why did he have such a hard time confronting Kyle, a confrontation that was only to allow Stan to get the facts straight with Kyle? It wasn't like he was confessing anything.

"Now I know how hard it was for Kyle to tell us his secret that day," said Stan to his room. "It's hard enough saying even simple things. It must've been challenging enough to tell us something that big." He tapped his fingers on his desk, unsure as to what to do. Maybe he could instant message him... maybe he could go by his house and talk to him in a non-school environment. Or he could just myspace message him. But what if Kyle wanted to speak about the matter in person? What if he didn't even want to talk to him at all? What if-

"No, not if," said Stan. "No more possibilities. No more fucking stipulations."

Easier said than done, though.

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That's chapter 6... It's definitely not my favorite... I have to get back to my AP Chemistry work.
I have my next update planned for next weekend, as usual... I'll say Saturday. Let's see... every two reviews will make me update one day sooner.
I made an outline as to what will happen in the story up to chapter 14. So at least i know the spine of the story (no, it does not end at chapter 14)

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