Stan had agreed to meet Kenny at Stark's pond again today after school.

Kenny had no idea what had happened, but whatever it was, he knew it must be a good thing. Stan told me that he likes me? He still didn't believe it. This is crazy. And Now we're going out?

Wendy had been by earlier to ask Kenny how his date had gone yesterday. "It was great," he replied. "Short but sweet, that kind of thing. Thanks for setting us up, I guess."

"So who was it?" She asked. Kenny had been taken aback by this. Wendy didn't even know it was Stan? I guess it makes sense… he thought. We both agreed we wanted to keep this quiet for a while.

Kenny didn't tell her.

But now he understood why Stan didn't want to tell. If Wendy knew, she'd tell Bebe, who would tell everyone else, and everyone else included Cartman, who, of course, would never let them live it down. They'd be called 'fags' forever. Kenny wasn't ready to accept that title just yet, but whenever he and Stan felt comfortable enough to come out and tell everyone, they would.

And they'd be proud.

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"Ey, Kenneh, Wanna come with me to Stark's Pond today? I'm gonna blow up some ducks," Cartman said at their lunch break. Kenny was looking all over for Stan.

"Sorry," he said. "I'm busy…"

"With what?" the fat blob asked. "What's more important than watching your friend blow up some ducks, hmm?"

"He has a date," a familiar voice said. Stan ran up and put his hand on Kenny's shoulders. "He told me this morning. Isn't that right, Kenny?"

"Yeah," he mumbled. "I have a date after school. So I can't come." Once again his hood served a purpose; his blush was hidden. Thank you Stan. Thank you thank you thank you. I love you.

"Okay, okay," Eric said. "What 'bout you, Stan?"

"Sorry, I have a date too."

Cartman raised a brow. "You finally stopped ignoring some of those girls, eh? Gave one of 'em a chance?"

"You could say that," Stan said, flashing a nervous and apologetic glance at Kenny. Kenny nodded, meaning "it's okay."

"Fahn, I'll just go ask Jewboy." With that, Cartman waddled off to their table. "Should we save Kyle, too?" Stan asked.

"I think so. I doubt he'd wanna watch that racist pig blow up a duck."

"Right." Stan raced over to the table Kyle was at; the quarterback easily overcame the bigger and slower teen. "Hey, Kyle…" he said. Kenny slid himself next to Stan just moments after the former arrived.

"Hey Stan, Hey Kenny," Kyle greeted, smiling. "What's up?"

"We're giving you a warning. Cartman's going to ask you to go blow up ducks with him."

"Aw, sick, dude!" Kyle exclaimed. "No way am I going!"

It was then that Cartman sat down. "Helloooo, Kahl…"

"Forget it, fatass. I'm not going to go watch you blow up ducks."

Eric frowned. "Fahn, Fahn…" he said, giving up. "I'll just go alone."

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Kyle and Cartman left the table pretty quickly; Cartman inhaled both their food, causing Kyle to storm off in anger and disgust. That left the two boys, now going out. "Hey, Stan," Kenny started. "Weren't we going to Stark's pond?"

"Oh, shit!" Stan cried, face brimming with shock. "I totally forgot! I thought we were going somewhere else!"

"Maybe we should," Kenny said. "Don't wanna have Cartman see us, do we?"

"Yeah, I know…" Stan muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose in that adorable way he always did. "But what do we do…?"

Kenny shrugged, thinking.

"My dad's working today, and I think my Mom is visiting her sister somewhere," Stan said. "We could go to my place."

"Shelly?"

"What about Shelly? She'll be whoring herself off to some guys as soon as school lets out… if she's not already doing that, I mean."

Poor girl, Kenny thought. "Your house sounds great."

"Cool! That way nobody'll see us making out."

"What?!"

"Nothing."

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A/N: Stan's so cute. I just love him. Not much to this chapter, it's more like a gateway into the next one. A transition, I guess. Not too sure.