Hiya, guys…I'm back! Heh, for a while, I kinda lost inspiration so I stopped writing…but honestly, today I saw a review from pheonixdreams and I felt soo bad TTnTT. It's just nice to know that your audience cares a lot, I guess. So…I'm back and here's your latest chapter. Thanks for all the support, guys.

"What's up?" Stan asked casually

Kyle sighed, revealing nothing by replying, "Not much. Where did you just come from?"

"Eh…oh, I…I saw you walking from school and I figured I'd catch up with you. Where are you headed to?" Stan quickly stammered

"Oh, I'm…nowhere. I guess…home…"

Stan cocked an eyebrow and asked suspiciously, "…home?...Kye, I know when you're lying."

Kyle inwardly cursed and turned to Stan with a very serious expression; "Fine. Promise you won't laugh?"

Stan shook his head positively, although this was very unlike Kyle. Kyle didn't usually have requests like that; well, usually he didn't have requests for Stan. Stan nodded, though and waited for Kyle to sigh and say, "I'm…I'm going to North Park. Our school is having a competition with them…it's an academic sort of competition, so no one really cares. I'm in it, though…"

Stan smirked, "That's all? I thought you were…like gonna go hide a body or something, dude."

Kyle seemed shocked as Stan laughed and rose his voice an octave, "What?! Of course not! I'm representing South Park…I'm nervous, though…but the competition isn't for another week."

Stan looked away. It was another week until he spoke with Ms. Wendy Testaburger. He didn't mention it, though.

"You shouldn't be nervous, Kye…you're like…the smartest person I know."

Kyle chuckled and told Stan, "Yeah, well, your crowd isn't exactly made of math club members."

Stan snorted and agreed. Stan suddenly asked, though, "Hey…you never told me where you were going."

Kyle looked at him, "Oh…well, I'm going to North Park…they're high school. Apparently people in North Park are actually paying bills and stuff, so their school is really fancy and whatever."

"So you're going to see the high school?"

"Basically…I should find out what I want to wear." Kyle added

Stan looked at him in wonderment, "…what?"

"You know, like…if I go and see what the playing area is going to look like, then I'll know what colors to where."

"…how?"

"I'll be able to figure out if I'll clash or not."

Stan laughed, "You're so weird, dude."

Kyle smirked, but didn't argue. When the point came that Stan was going to part ways with Kyle he decided not to. He had missed Kyle, although it had only been so long since they were in one house together. That was different, though. They might as well have been completely by themselves those three days. When Kyle said good-bye to Stan, Stan refused to leave and jogged to catch up with him. He told Kyle that he wanted to join him on his journey to North Park high school. Kyle did not protest. As they walked things seemed to be normal again. Conversation was normal, stupid nicknames were utilized to their fullest extent, jokes were made and they were comfortable. As long as that kiss was far from their minds, they were comfortable. They were happy.

Once they arrived in North Park Kyle took out a folded piece of paper, apparently containing directions to North Park high school. Stan made a short joke about Kyle's over-awareness, and over-preparation. They eventually found the school and made their way into the extravagant auditorium. It had a large stage and hundreds of red, cushiony chairs in the audience. One side of the stage had a sign hanging and it said "South Park High School" and the other said, "North Park High School". Stan watched as Kyle approached the stage as if he were approaching his Messiah. He went up to the stage's edge; the floor of the stage reached his chest. He flung his leg over and stepped onto the polished wood. His footsteps echoed as he looked around with sparkling eyes. He looked to Stan with a soft, gentle smile; his eyes lit up like Christmas as he stated, "This is too cool…"

Stan asked, "What's so great about it?"

Kyle sat down at the edge of the stage as Stan approached it, Kyle told him, "Because…Stan…if I win this for the school…I might…I might get a scholarship."

Stan perked his eyebrows. He didn't like that word. He didn't like it at all. He didn't like Kyle to think of that word, and he certainly didn't like that Kyle was already thinking of college. He hated college; he had never even had an experience at a college, but he knew he hated them. He hated them because they were sure to tear away Kyle. They were going to take Kyle away from him and throw him out into the world of adults, careers and success. They were going to take Kyle's brain, throbbing with knowledge and say "Finder's Keeper's" and suck him out into that world that Stan could never see himself a part of. It was a realm of bad parenting skills, regrets and cold, inhumane behavior. Stan faked a smile, though and told him, "Wow…that's…that's great."

Kyle wasn't smiling, he actually appeared rather solemn when he replied, "…I'm pretty scared…I kind of hope I lose…but…I have to try."

Stan smiled sadly. Kyle didn't want to grow up either. If they could have, they would have remained this age for the rest of their lives. Never knowing a back ache or bad knees or bad eyes. They would never have families, they would keep going to school, so they'd have something to complain about. They would always say things like, "dude", "screw you", "uncle-fucker" and "you fucking Jew", although the last one was usually only used by Cartman. They would always be willing to go outside and play, always laugh at fart jokes and they would always be able to forgive each other when the other messes up their relationship. Whether with a lie or a kiss. They would never have to walk away, they would never need excuses for their actions, they would never be bothered by the real world of responsibility and danger. They could just fall asleep on the couch watching old movies for the rest of their nights together. That would be perfect.

"Yeah…you…you want me to come?" Stan asked cautiously

Kyle looked up to him with something akin to fascination. He shook his head negatively, though and replied, "No…it's okay, I know you're seeing Wendy when I'll be here."

Stan widened his eyes, "How did you know about that?"

"Dude," Kyle began, "I'm the one that fixed you guys up. I know you well enough to figure out what day you'd pick to see her."

Stan smiled. Kyle never changed.

"Huh…" Stan hesitated then smirked and added, "…so…will you clash?"

Kyle laughed and explained, "Nope, with the only colors being the South Park school colors and the curtains red, I'll be fine."

Stan grinned. This was nice. Standing there with Kyle laughing at stupid jokes. He couldn't ask Kyle to stay there. He couldn't keep Kyle for himself. So he could only ask Kyle of this. This is all he could ever ask of him. To laugh and try. Stan hoped that someday…maybe someday, he'd be able to ask a little more…