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Crying in the tragic romance? Honestly, Kyle, you couldn't be any more creative? Kyle looked out from behind his palms and covered his eyes. He had skipped his last two classes; his last class was next. Gym. He hated Gym. He liked running, but aside from badminton, tennis and track, he was pathetic in athletics. He took a deep breath in and sighed deeply. There was no need to be sad, he told himself. There was no need to feel this sharp pain of regret and sorrow. Those emotions were of no use to him now, because he had made his decision from the morning Stan was twisted around the bus seat, ogling Wendy. He had made the decision to never confess his unclean attraction to Stan. He would never admit how his heart pounded around Stan, he would never tell Stan just how much he wanted to touch him, to feel him, to hear him and be with him. His heroic gift to Stan. This was for Stan, for Stan to have his well-deserved woman, for Stan to have his happy ending, for Stan to be satisfied and trouble-free. For Stan to be rid of all confusion and discontent. For Stan to be rid of him.

He smiled, but it was hollow. He looked down to his hands and saw that he appeared to be shaking slightly.

"I've got…I've got to tell you something, Stan…I've been…if I could go back…I…I wish I could go back in time, to when you kissed me in my kitchen…and I want…I want to touch you, and love you…I love you…" He chuckled as he ended his unheard confession and added softly, "Somewhere in between the day we met and right now…some time in there…I couldn't live without you…I fell in love with you…"

He stared more strongly at his suddenly intriguing palms as he continued, "And…and I can love you…I can love you more deeply…than anyone…I can love you…more profoundly than…" He imagined Wendy in his mind's eye and he cringed at the painful sight, "…more profoundly than anyone…and if I could…I would love you…so deeply…so profoundly…"

Why, then? His brain barked; why was it that Kyle couldn't? Kyle's common sense told him his parents would have heart failure at the simple word "gay" out of his mouth. And even aside from that, his life would forever be twisted…he could never go back to who he was…

But even that…even those reasons looked trivial and tedious next to the mother of all excuses not to run after the boy he loved…

That the boy he loved had been in love—no, obsessed—with the girl he was about to win back for too long for Kyle to throw away all of his efforts to take him out of his own selfishness. No…Kyle could never…Kyle closed his eyes…all he wanted…

All I want…is for him…to hold my hand…and…stupid, retarded stuff like that…and…I wanna memorize what he feels like against me and… He blushed furiously as his brain added, against me and inside me…and…and if I could have only one thing in this entire universe, forget my parents, brother, society or oxygen…all I'd want…all I want is him…that's all…is it really…is it really that much to ask for? Am I bad…for wanting that?

He looked up and out the window across the room from him. The sun was slowly being swallowed by purple, grey, blue and black clouds; rain was approaching and the signs were glaring at him. He glared back at them as he snarled viciously, "My love for him…is more powerful than you…and no doubt, it is more powerful than me…and that…" His expression softened into a timid smile and soft fluster as he finished, "And that is the strength I will carry on with…that is the strength that will keep me going until the end while he gets his girl…"

The bell rang and he raced off to his Gym.

Stan had lunch and returned; never caught. He moved throughout the halls without meaning or purpose; looking glazed and uninterested. He looked off and out the windows in class, examining the signs of poor weather to come. He sighed; was it an omen? He was to win Wendy back this afternoon…was this some kind of sign? Some kind of sign that they weren't meant to be? That thought let his mind drift into a fairytale daydream…

"Kyle! Kyle!" He would call cheerily

"Stan? I thought…I thought you were winning Wendy back…" Kyle would reply; his face would be flustered and as cute as the day he apologized for forgetting to let go of Stan's hand.

"No, Kye, she can't do to me what you do to me! She can't love me like I know you can…"

"But I though…I though you hated me…" Kyle would tell him cutely

"Hate you?" He would ask in a chuckle, "I could never hate you, Kye…in fact…" His eyes would soften, "In fact…I love you…"

Kyle's piercing eyes would widen in flattered shock as he would stammer, "L-love? You love me?"

Stan would wrap his strong hands around either side of Kyle's soft face and sink his fingers into the milky silk curls and reply, "Yes, Kye…I love you and I want you to love me too…I want you…to love me…more than anyone…I want to mean everything to you…"

Kyle's eyes would fill with sensitive tears as he would tell Stan sincerely, "Oh, Stan, you already do…I…I love you too…"

Then Stan would pull Kyle close to him and kiss him passionately…

He was snapped out of his dream.

No. No more thinking like that…

The bell rang for last period and he rushed off to math. People were taking tests even when he finished. Normally he was the last to finish, but this topic had somehow made it into his brain even while daydreaming of Kyle that entire quarter. He didn't smile as he walked up to her desk and placed the paper down. His teacher looked to him, concerned and asked, "Stanley…come talk to me."

She led him out the door and into the hall. The kids all knew she was sitting right by the open door, so none cheated, although some probably made stupid faces or threw pencils. Ms. Ellen looked to him and asked, "What has been going on with you?"

"What…what do you mean?"

"I may just be a teacher to you, Stanley, but I know my students like I know my own children…I can tell when something's bugging them…tell me what's been on your mind."

He sighed; "Nothing."

He watched as her eyes turned sad, but encouraging as she added, "You can confide in me, I promise. I'm wise beyond my years."

He looked to his shoes and told her, "What…what do you do when you love someone you can't love and they don't love you but you want to get them to love you while someone you used to love loves you now and wants you to love them again but you've got a new love and you don't even know when you got over your old love but it doesn't really matter, seeing as you know now who you really love and really want but it's still someone no one will want you to love and you don't even know if they return those feelings or if you do know that they don't love you cause they ran out of your room like there was hell on their heels and refused to look at you ever again cause you're a failure as a friend and a lover or love interest all together and it sickens even you to know who you love but for some reason you can't stop loving them because it feels so good…what do you do then?"

"You'd be surprised as to how much I actually followed in that…" Ms. Ellen simply told him

"…ehm…sorry…should I give a synopsis?"

"Good thinking."

He sighed, replying, "I love someone who won't love me, and someone I used to love claims to love me now…"

She smiled and told him, "What do you know about the person that loves you now?"

He sighed heavily again, "She's the most popular girl in school, she's kinda spoiled sometimes, she likes politics and smart guys and she's not grossed out by vomit."

Ms. Ellen did not press to see how he knew that last bit and asked, "Alright, now how much do you know about the person you claim to love?"

He smiled and recited, "…intelligent, loves watching movies in black and white, poetic, loves originals, hates high-top converse, obsessed with Shakespeare, writes, eh…heh, a pretty dorky dancer, wants to be stronger, loves formal-wear, pretty nice dresser, appreciates a good pick-up line—"

"Now, Stanley…I can see it…"

"See what?" He inquired curiously

"You only knew those…what?...four things about that girl and when you got to the person you think you love, you know way too much!" She chuckled

He smiled with her and muttered, "I guess you're right."

She stated aloofly, "You said in your rant that your love wants to be stronger…"

"Yeah…it's kinda of an ambition…h—they're ehm…kind of ill a lot of the time." He informed her

"They told you that?" She interrogated

"Yeah."

She smiled, turning to Stanley with a shine in her eyes, "Then they love you too."

"What?" He snorted

"Stanley…love is…love is many things, but love means that the person you love can see the weakest, worst parts of you…and it's okay…and they told you they're weak. They told you where they're weakest; they wanted you to know. That's they're way of secretly telling you they love you."

Stan blushed furiously; "How…how do you know that?"

Ms. Ellen smiled, "Because my true love did that same thing."

"But boys acted different when you were a teenager." Stan groaned

"Boys? Stanley, I hate to break it to ya, but I wasn't interested in any boys."

Stan shot her a strange look suddenly, stuttering, "W-wait…but you said you had children?!"

"Adopted."

"…you have…a girlfriend?" Stan asked awkwardly

"Had…she was shot a long while back at a pride march. I couldn't go; I had an interview at this school that day…"

Stan looked to his shoes again, "I'm…sorry."

"It was…I don't blame anyone…I feel like I can't. Stanley, sometimes it's hard to comprehend how completely stupid and ignorant the human race can be."

Stan looked to her curiously with sympathy, "What about your parents and friends…what did they think of it?"

"They didn't all approve…but Stanley…there's much more to people than their shells. I loved Anya more passionately than I had ever loved before. That is what makes someone human. Compassion and care…love. And if I could go back…I'd have done it all over again." She told him softly

He smiled, "That's…really honorable, Ms. Ellen."

She grinned back to him, "Tell me how everything works out for you, Stanley."

Stan and her stood as the bell rang for dismissal and he turned, leaving her with his last statement, "Thank you, I will."