Monday came around and Kyle went to school like normal. After second period, history, Kyle opened his locker to a note fluttering down to his feet. He picked it up.

"11:05, West Janitor's Closet, Missing English"

Kyle sighed and slipped the note in his pocket. Glancing at his watch, he had fifteen minutes to spend in his next class to actually get some work done before he had to go.

As he walked to class, Kyle remembered how mad his parents were about how his grades were dropping. Since he was spending so much time with Cartman, he was barely studying and not paying any attention in class. He was just making it by, but he had to get things together quick.

Sitting at his desk, Kyle thought if maybe he could ask Wendy to help him study. That worked last time, when he needed to do that essay for what Pro-Choice was all about. Stupid mayor needs to stop talking to his teachers and basing her decisions on what the children had to say.

Wendy. Kyle wondered if she talked to Cartman like she said she would. If she did, Cartman would be seven kinds of pissed.

Yeah. But Cartman was going to be pissed anyway.

Kyle sunk in his chair. Cartman was not going to be pleased at 11:06.

During those fifteen minutes, Kyle didn't work at all. Stupid, yes, but he was just so stuck in his own mind. There was a lot of stuff going on lately, that's all. That's what he told his parents anyway.

At 11:05, on the dot, Kyle took the pass and went to meet up with Cartman.

When he got to the janitor's closet, he was violently pulled inside.

"What the hell, Kyle?" Cartman said in the dim light, right in his face. "What the helling hell? Where were you on Friday?"

"Cartman, I'm not going to do this." Kyle said, determined.

Cartman pushed him up against the door, hand quickly locking it.

"Where the hell were you? You weren't home and you wouldn't answer your cell phone."

"I was busy." Busy explaining everything to Stan as clearly as possible.

"And Stan wasn't there either. What he fuck were you two fags doing?" Cartman seemed to be ignoring what Kyle had to say, but continued to interrogate.

"Let go of me, fatass." Kyle growled at the other.

"You didn't tell him anything. You're not that stupid. And there's no way you two did anything. Not with…" A hand came up to Kyle's chin to force the Jew to look at him. Kyle tried to bite it.

"I said let me the fuck go you asshole."

"Shut up, Kyle. Whores don't talk."

"I'm NOT your whore, Cartman. I'm not doing this shit anymore, so just-"

Cartman gave Kyle a hard shove against the door.

"Like hell you're not," He said firmly before Kyle could get the air back in his lungs. "You know you can't do that, you KNOW what I'll do."

"And I DON'T CARE."

Cartman narrowed his eyes and let go of Kyle finally. "Fine." He pushed Kyle aside to leave. "Fine."

He opened the door and walked out, leaving Kyle with a mop and a sick feeling in his stomach.

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At lunch Cartman was at his usual seat next to Kenny when Stan arrived. It seemed so normal that he wondered if Kyle had said anything at all. But when Cartman glared at him he figured it was all an act.

"Hey Cartman," Stan said, also like normal. Cartman grunted in reply.

They sat there for a while, not talking.

Finally Kyle walked in the cafeteria. Stan gave Cartman one last glace and hissed under his breath, "There's no way you didn't do this to yourself."

Then he got up, stopped Kyle in his tracks in the middle of the cafeteria and kissed him in front of every one.

Every one stared until Stan let go of Kyle and looked at his shocked face. Then some girls cheered, and other kids clapped. Kenny whistled like a cat-call.

Cartman just stared, almost as shocked as Kyle was.

When she snapped out of it, Mrs. Garrison who was eating in the lunch room got up and yelled at them. "Kyle! Stanley! Absolutely NO PDA! To the principal's office!"

Stan grinned at everyone and took Kyle's hand, dragging him along. Every one howled.

Except Cartman.