ZOMGZ here's ur chapter. You guys earned it! It isn't very long though. I think FanFiction says 2992 words.

Liek, zomgz. The thirteenth chapter. Unlucky? It might be.

Uhm. Venus-gurl definitely deserves a lot of credit for brainstorming with me, haha. Unconventionally, yet effective.

And of course, to my readers. Especially the ones that review.

Ike's major part in the story is now over. Not saying that he's no longer involved, but his major part is over (indirectly getting Kenny and Kyle together, by accident).

EB White's piece is really, and it's called "Once more to the lake." The extremely long yet not runoff sentence is perfect, and the sentences during their English class are supposed to be near-modeled from the original sentence. Rather, the kids' assignment is to make a similar sentence to white's.

Uh, later on that english class people began snickering, and the girl is disgusted. I'll mention why later, but if you want read the piece and find out why for yourself (it's close to the ending)

Uhm, self-edited because the deadline for this chapter is today, and I didn't have time to send it :-(

LONG WEEKEND! Hooray for Jewish holidays! (I'm not Jewish, though)

He hadn't fully understood the magnitude of Kenny's actions until the next day. Even as he was sleeping he hadn't thought about the matter too much. Sure, he felt a gut feeling for the rest of that evening, but his desire to sleep caused him to forget his worries for a good six hours.

It had only been when Stan returned to school that he began to notice differences. Stan arrived at their usual hangout spot to find Kenny already there; however, this time he was also accompanied with Kyle. Aside from Ms. Sagisak's forewarning, Stan had no idea as to where Kenny had come from. Since when had Kenny taken an interest in Kyle? Ms. Sagisak had said that Kenny was using Stan's situation to express his own desires. Maybe it had just been pity... isn't that what Kenny had argued?

And then there was Kyle. Hadn't he liked Stan just a few days ago? Why had he suddenly changed his views to liking Kenny? Perhaps he simply wanted someone to turn to, someone to comfort him, someone he knew he could trust. Apparently then, Stan had done a poor job over the past week.

Stan said his morning greeting to his friends. He sat down to Kenny's left, with Kyle to his right. Kenny greeted him as he did any morning, and did not fail in starting the morning conversation. The spotlight was not on him, however, but on Stan and Kyle, who each refused to say much at all. It had been a one-man dialogue, almost a monologue if it hadn't been for several grunts of assumed yes's and no's. The group's departing may have been the first time where the majority of the group was glad to leave...

...unless of course, the majority was headed in the same direction.

It had been clear to Kyle that Kenny had told Stan about their new relationship. Kyle made an attempt to start a conversation before arriving at their English class, but Stan didn't utter a word. The two found their seats rather quickly, and chose not to converse with any of their classmates before the bell rang.

Mr. Absenence declared to the class that he extended the due date for their poet project from Monday to Tuesday because of Kyle's hospitalization. This, of course, caused the reversed effect that should have happened; instead of the class feeling sorry for Kyle they cheered and thanked him for being beat up. Someone had even gone as far as saying, "You should be beat up more often!"

"Silence!" yelled their teacher, and the class was hushed. Stan was reminded of yet another detention, and he nodded acceptingly. He wondered if he was ever going to make it up for the full length, but for now he was glad to have the excuses. "Just because the assignment has changed doesn't mean that we aren't going to do anything. Now... turn to page fifty-five in your books."

"Mr. Absenence, I don't have a book!" yelled Bebe, and she was responded with a simple shrug. Bebe sighed and moved to look over a neighbor's.

"Here we have a passage by E.B. White," said Mr. Absenence. "I want you to read silently by yourself his narrative, and try to keep note of the type of sentence structure he uses in several cases. I'm giving you... twenty minutes to do that. Afterwards we will discuss the piece, and then we'll do a writing exercise."

"Ah, I remember him!" said Butters. "He's the guy that wrote Charlotte's Web, ain't he?" His teacher nodded before notioning towards the book. With a 'yessir' Butters hushed, and the class grew silent. Stan was sure that he could hear Cartman snickering a few seats away from him, but he didn't have any proof that it was really him. Stan glanced at Kyle, who seemed to be enjoying the story. Stan sighed deeply, and then indulged into his own book.

"Once More To The Lake," Stan read; "One summer, along about 1904, my father rented a camp on a lake in Maine and took us all there for the month of August..." The story hadn't seemed that bad, though extremely boring at points, detailed at others, and particularly long at a few places in the book. One particularly long sentence he had noticed had been, "Summertime, oh summertime, pattern of life indelible, the fade-proof lake, the woods unshatterable, the pasture with the sweetfern and the juniper forever and ever, summer without end; this was the background, and the life along the shore was the design, the cottagers with their innocent and tranquil design, their tiny docks with the flagpole and the American flag floating against the white clouds in the blue sky, the little paths over the roots of the trees leading from camp to camp and the paths leading back to the outhouses and the can of lime for sprinkling, and at the souvenir counters at the store the miniature birch-bark canoes and the post cards that showed things looking a little better than they looked." He thought about his assignment, and tried to figure out why the sentence was so long.

With five minutes left students in the class began snickering. Stan hadn't yet figured out what everyone found funny, although he noted that it had apparently been a rather amusing thing. Even Kyle had smiled, and Stan grew frustrated as to why he couldn't see what they were laughing at. Just as he was at the final paragraph a girl had yelled "Ew, GROSS!" out loud, and the teacher called time.

"Okay class, you should be done by now," said Mr. Absenence, and the class nodded in agreement while drowning out the minority that Stan was in. "As you might have noticed, there was a variety of sentence structures in the passage. Some were quick and snappy, and others were rather long and outstretched. Can anyone read a particular sentence?" Stan had volunteered to read, and slowly recited the sentence he had read earlier. As he read he noticed his teacher's head nodding encouragingly, and when he had finished Mr. Absenence mumbled sounds of agreement.

"Mr. Absenence, isn't that a run-off sentence though?" asked Bebe.

"No, not at all," said her teacher. "E.B. White actually structures this sentence properly, and though it is long it truly still is a sentence. But does anyone know why he uses such a lengthy sentence structure here?" Kyle raised his hand, and when no one else had tried to answer he was called.

"Because the author wants to imply a lasting occurence," said Kyle. "He wants to give us the idea that the descriptions have lasted for a long time. He also mentions the word-" Kyle looked for the words in the passage "-summer without end, and so he uses this long sentence to further build upon this never-ending idea." He looked up to his teacher, who had a very proud smile on his face.

"Very good," he said, "and this is actually what we call analyzing syntax. Syntax is the study of sentence structure, and when we study syntax it's not merely just recognizing the structures, but also why they're used." He looked around the class, and he was met with a class-full of nods. "With that being said, I want you to take out a sheet of paper, and using your own topic imitate the sentence." The class did as they were told, and Stan frowned. What to write about?

Stan spent the next fifteen minutes of class writing about winter. Sure, it was an unoriginal idea, but it was rather easy since the original sentence had been about summer. Once the fifteen minutes had diminished the teacher recalled their attention, and began asking for volunteers to read out loud. Some, like Craig's, were about football; some, like Bebe's, about dresses; some, like Butters's, about ladybugs. Most were applauded, though not Butters's, and things seemed to be fine.

That is, until Kyle wanted to volunteer.

"Don't let the Jew read his!" said Cartman. "It's just gonna be some BS about killin' Jesus-"

"Shut up Cartman!"

"-or about some pussy-spined event-"

"I said shut up Cartman!"

"-or about his gay-wad boyfriend!" Cartman finished, unfazed by Kyle's interjections. Mr. Absenence intervened, telling him to let Kyle read what he wrote. Kyle took a deep breath and began reading.

"A wave of uncontrollable sensations, aroused by concealed emotions, rediscovered by unexpected happenings, settled with misleading agreements, sparked once more with terrifying banter, falsely assured that the severity of the matter was minor, feeling the drench of an emotional flood levies were to restrain, suffering never-ending pain; these were the occurences of my life as of yet, plauging every waking moment of my life, concentrating remaining focus on matters I wish not to ponder, dealing issues I wished I could not cry over, and I have at last found my cure." When Kyle had finished he looked up to his teacher and classmates; the class seemed to be in a split decision. Stan began to wonder why Kyle had chosen to recite such a... revealing insight on his life, though he did notice how Kyle focused it around Stan, except for the last part which meant having Kenny.

He was among the first to clap, along with about half the class (making it still a rather small number). Stan wasn't sure why he liked it, especially since he had been bashed several times in the piece. He was angered by it, yet he was applauding for his friend. Was he jealous that he was a better writer? Or maybe he hated how he had found this 'cure', and it wasn't him.

God damn those stipulations.

"SEE!" yelled Cartman, "WHAT'D I TELL YA? KAHL WROTE SOME GODDAMNED EMO SENTENCE! NO SPINE, I TELL YA!"

"Cartman, that's enough," muttered the teacher. Kyle hung his head, now regretting his decision of volunteering. Stan supposed that it would have been better if Kenny had been in their class. Yet for the rest of the period Stan couldn't stop thinking of Kyle, as unwilling as he was, and about how his cure hadn't been him.

- - - - - - - - - -

Sad to say that however prepared Stan was for the debate, it had never happened.

Or at least not that day. Cartman gleefully walked in that period, arms filled with books bookmarked with references, and a folder filled with notes to argue. Stan realized how much more research Cartman had done in comparison to himself, and was pretty much embracing himself for the worst. Yet as the bell rang an unrecognizeable man strode into the room, writing his name on the board with a red marker.

"God damnit!" yelled Cartman, now realizing that it was a substitute. Stan sank into his seat in relief; he had more time to do his research. Of course, what he could accumulate was probably not enough to win against Cartman, but at least it would be enough to stand a chance. But then, as Stan began thinking about his plans to win the debate, he also began wondering why Cartman really was taking such a huge stand against homosexuality. Was he really homophobic? Or was he just getting into Kyle's head, like he always did?

Stan thought about this as he completed the worksheets that were to be completed that class. Parliament, senate, filibusters, floor leaders, commander-in-chiefs... it just all seemed extremely irrelevant at the moment. Stan knew there was something up with Cartman, and as he returned from turning in his worksheets he glared at the boy, and vowed to find the reason behind this.

Even as he navigated the hallways to make his way for French he tried to see the true purpose behind Cartman and his ANTIGSA club. What motive did Cartman truly have? Was there something he was missing completely? And now, when Stan thought about it, he hadn't always been homphobic. He was with Stan when they protested about gay people in boy scouts... they had all gone to the death camp of intolerance... in their childhood they had gone through many situations involving homosexual ideas and people; even Mr. Garrison had been one for some time before he had his sex change. Yet it was now that he hated the homosexual culture?

Stan arrived in his class and was greeted immediately with Kyle. The two did not make eye contact, yet Stan saw that to good reason. He wasn't sure if he could look at Kyle, especially after English class that morning. He began wishing that he would've been the one to help Kyle properly; yet was Kyle's definition of 'cure' to actually date him? Or, again, was there something he was missing entirely? Stan seated himself and opened up the letter.

"Est-ce que tu as besoin de parler avec moi encore?" Of course, Stan had no idea what it said, and so he spent the first part of the class ignoring the teacher and translating the note. He had remembered his teacher mentioning est-ce que as a way to ask a question. Tu as besoin... Tu as was a conjugated form of avoir, but after that he had no idea. He flipped open his dictionary and began translating. "Do... to need... erm, so that'd be... you need... to talk... with me... again? Or is that still..." Stan decided that encore had implied still. "Do you need to talk with me still?"

Of course, the letter that Stan had given Kyle last week. Stan wasn't even sure how Kyle remembered about that; even he hadn't remembered. He glanced at Kyle, who had apparently been waiting for his answer. Stan nodded, though he had no idea in his head as to what he had intended to talk about... nor did he know now; Stan supposed that talking to Kyle would be a good idea nevertheless.

The next step would be when. Stan had waited for Kyle after class to accompany him to lunch. There had definitely been a difference in Stan's demeanor; before school had started Stan barely even wanted to talk to Kyle, whereas now Stan didn't mind. He had made this clear to Kyle, apologizing for his actions earlier that day.

"Dude, I know," said Kyle. "It's hard to function that early in the morning. I'm sorry for making you seem so much like an antagonist too." Stan accepted his apology; perhaps being with Kenny wouldn't change Kyle's relationship with Stan.

The lunchroom would be the ultimate test, as it was the next time that Kenny was with the two boys. Naturally, Kyle had taken the liberty to sit next to the boy in orange, and Kenny had scooted himself closer to Kyle. The blond looked over at Stan, who did his best to act indifferent towards this new change. Thankfully Cartman didn't sit with them anymore, for Stan didn't feel like having to share the bench with Cartman.

Similiarly to last time though, conversation was hard to spark. Kenny had been the one to start the conversations, and the majority of time it had ended with another silence. Stan remained quiet, eating his lunch. The other half of the table was quiet verbally, though Kyle would occasionally giggle and look at the blonde seated beside him with a smile plastered on his face. Kenny made Kyle happy... was Stan capable of doing that?

"That's my foot," Stan muttered, and that had broken the silence. Both Kenny and Kyle had broken into laugher, and Stan found himself joining in.

"Maybe I meant to do that," Kenny smirked, before being playfully hit by Kyle. Stan reached under the table to find a pair of feet.

"Hey, hey!" said Kyle, and soon enough the table engaged in a full-fledged footsies war. Stan found it amusing, but inside he was also glad that things were turning out fine. And even though now he wished he had been Kyle's 'cure' he was happy with the way things were at that moment. Maybe it would be better this way...

Ahh! That's chapter 13. And of course, I didn't want to make it any unluckier than it was, so it was more of a laid-back chapter of sorts. Uh, I might not update as frequently anymore, so I'll make each deadline TWO weeks from update date, instead of one. This way, it gives me more time to think of what I'm writing and stuff.

Uhm, NOT KENNYKYLE. That's only for now. Obviously, we're gonna end up with a StanKyle story.

Still though, two reviews to bump up that date by one day. Like always

Zakuyoe, signing out.