When exiting the school building, Stan was greeted by Kyle. It had made him blush; he had just exited the school doors and seen Kyle just a little far off, smiling—perhaps laughing happily to him and waving like some child eager to visit Disney. Stan caught up to him, returning Kyle's ecstatic expression. Stan asked curiously, "What're you so happy about, Kye?"

"I've got plans for us! I'm taking you to somewhere I think you'll really like."

Stan realized that Kenny and Cartman walking alongside each other back at the entrance of the school were glaring to him as Kyle gripped his hand and dragged him off. They boarded the bus and no matter what language he asked it in or what words he used, Kyle would not reveal where they were headed to. Kyle took him off at a certain point and Stan soon found that they were back in North Park.

"What are we doing here again?"

"Not telling, just come on with me!" Kyle chirped

Stan went to go step onto the next sidewalk, but he was very suddenly blinded.

"K-Kye, what are you doing?!" Stan replied to Kyle's grip over his eyes

"I don't want you to guess! We're close."

Stan blushed furiously; why was Kyle being so cute? Stan was quite sure it'd be too much for him soon. Kyle's silky hands running over his body, Kyle's body pressed up against his back; Stan complied, though, and allowed himself to be led to wherever he was being taken to. Soon enough they came to a stop and Kyle chuckled expectantly and announced, "We're here, ya ready?"

Stan smirked and sneered jokingly, "I've been ready since dismissal."

Kyle's warm palms left his eyes and forehead to reveal a large, stone building. It was a type of library. Stan glared and shamelessly wondered aloud, "…Kye…you honestly took me to a library? Have you ever known me?"

Kyle laughed and etched a dark blush on Stan's face by linking their arms and leading him up the stone steps while saying, "No, Stan…you'll like it, trust me."

Stan followed him in and was amazed to find that it was no library at all; it was a museum. Filled. Filled with sculptures made of books, papers, poems and all the sorts. Pages were ripped out of books and all, creating a museum filled with statues, portraits and other arts. Stan looked around in wonderment, then back to Kyle. Kyle must have seen the amazement shining in Stan's eyes as Stan tried to say, "H-how…?"

Kyle grinned looking to Stan all-knowingly and replied, "I know you hate books, and I found this museum filled with art that rebels against all written art. I thought it'd be something you could relate to. I mean…I'm kind of dead on the inside here, but" Kyle paused to laugh, "but I knew you'd want to see it."

Stan blushed and smiled; Kyle never changed.

Him and Kyle spent the whole day in that museum, spending a lot of the time trying to decipher what was left of glossed-over words, or painted-words and sculptures made of poetry and bibles. It was all Stan could imagine; it amazed him. Stan forgot how much fun they could have with each other; he remembered that thought when bursting out into laughter after hearing a completely politically incorrect joke Kyle made. In the museum Stan found a favorite sculpture; it was a fairly large skull and it was made of bible scraps, all glossed over, but still legible. All in all it was a wonderful afternoon and Stan couldn't believe he almost didn't go. The sun was already setting when they headed home.

Again, he was consumed by homework, then sleep. Another day gone, another enemy gained. What was happening? How did Kenny like him too? It tired Stan just thinking about thinking about it. He was lying in his bed, wishing that morning would not come. He rested his head against his pillow and thought of Kyle again. Why was he so obsessed? Why? All this time he had been convincing himself he didn't think of Kyle that way, but the plain truth…the plain truth was that he did…

Christmas eve had arrived the next day, his entire family was over the house celebrating. The tree was lit up and shining in everyone's eyes. Stan was sitting down on the couch when to his surprise the doorbell rang. He stood up and opened it to greet Kyle Broflovski.

"Kyle?"

"Hey, man."

"What're you doing here?"

Kyle cocked a brow and replied, "As if you're not totally thrilled I'm here."

Stan blushed; it made him feel strange. It had sounded as if Kyle was flirting. He didn't react, though, as best he could.

"I-I am, but…why are you here?"

Kyle smiled as he removed his coat and Stan finally noticed the small box in his hands. Kyle looked to him with soft twinkling eyes and replied sweetly, "Dude…it's Christmas…"

Stan couldn't help but turn a few shades more red when Kyle shot the box into his air. It was small, blue with a red satin bow. Stan replied nervously, "But…Kye, Jews don't celebrate Christmas."

Kyle didn't grow any closer to Stan when he told him simply, "Yeah, but…this is an important day for you and your people, Stan, and…I want to share that with you."

Stan was overwhelmed with the cuteness and innocence Kyle's eyes poured out. He was so moved, in fact, that he shot forward and hugged Kyle so fiercely they fell to the floor. Stan smiled into Kyle's shoulder as he asked childishly, "When do the Jews celebrate Moses' journey? I'll celebrate it with you, Kye!"

Kyle chuckled awkwardly before telling Stan, "Ehm…heh, Stan, we don't exactly celebrate being banished to the desert for forty years."

Stan looked up to his best friend as Kyle smirked and asked, "So…do you want your present or not?"

Stan rose off of Kyle to retrieve his gift; immediately tearing the exterior apart to find a small sculpture. He looked to Kyle with saucer eyes and uttered, "…this…this isn't…"

Kyle grinned gallantly; "Costed me a whole year's worth of allowance."

It was the biblical sculpture of the skull he had so loved.

Him and Kyle spent the rest of the night laughing and sneaking eggnog up into Stan's room. Kyle left much later that night and told Stan he'd probably see him the day following. Stan was glad; Kyle was so perfect. But again, another day lost from thought. The next day would be no good either, for he'd be unpacking gifts in the morning and afternoon and cleaning the rest of the day. It was that night, though, that was so eventful…

He was pleased that he wouldn't have to go to school the next day and was about to fall into restful sleep when his cell phone started vibrated on his bedside table. He picked it up with a groan of annoyance. Kenny's voice rang on the other side…

"Stan!"

"Kenny? What do you want?" He asked groggily

"Oh God, Stan, you've gotta get over here!"

"What? What happened?"

"It's Kyle!"