A/N: WHOLYCRAPWRITER'SBLOCK. I'm really sorry I took so long to update, my lovely readers. Hit me with your frying pans or something. I deserve PAIN for making you wait so long! So, out of nothing, I pushed through my writer's block to come to this… if you enjoy, or even read it, I will be a failure! D:

The rest of the day went by slowly. The two boys were both thankful to Butters for keeping quiet about what he witnessed in the washroom. That only left them to figure out who spread the rumour.

"I'll ask Kyle," Stan said to Kenny after school, holding his boyfriend's hand gently. They were walking home together, and just before they parted, they started up this conversation.

"And I'll see if I can squeeze it out of Cartman," Kenny responded. Stan laughed. "Just don't do anything stupid," he said. Kenny smirked. "Like fuck an answer out of him? No, thanks."

"I'm serious."

"So am I!"

They stared at each other for a bit before laughing. Stan stood up on his toes to kiss Kenny's forehead. "Well, I'll see you later, okay?"

Kenny nodded. "See ya, Stan!"

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Stan got to Kyle's house first of all. He knocked on the door quietly, hoping not to disturb anyone. Sheila Broflovski answered the door, looking at Stan in the kind, motherly way she used to when they were younger. "Hi Mrs. Broflovski, is Kyle home?" Stan asked, hoping he was.

"Oh yes of course, Stan! He's in his room right now." She stepped aside to let her son's best friend in, to which he quickly did. "Thanks!" He said, speeding off up the stairs.

"Kyle?" He called, knocking on the redhead's bedroom door before entering.

"Come in."

Stan pushed to door open tentatively, looking at his friend at they computer. "… Hey," he said, not coming in more than a few inches. "Look, I'm sorry…"

"No, dude, I'm sorry," Kyle said, smiling up at Stan. "I was being an asshole. I mean, I should have supported you and Kenny."

"Yeah, you… wait, no, its okay Kyle! But I have to ask…"

"… I guess I was just… you know, a little jealous."

"That's great and all Kyle, but… Hang on a sec." Stan paused, looking at Kyle as if he were crazy. "Jealous? Wait a second, Kyle. You're not…"

"No, I'm not gay!" Kyle said, laughing. "I mean, I guess I'm jealous because if you and Kenny are going out, then that means you have less time to spend with me. So he'll have all your attention."

Stan blushed. That wasn't so bad… at least Kyle wasn't a homophobe! "Well, I'm sorry I yelled at you before. I didn't think you were upset because of that."

"Well, I was a little pissed that you didn't tell me right away," Kyle admitted. Aha! Stan thought. So I was right!

"But, in the end, I guess I know why you didn't tell." He nodded, as if concluding his thoughts.

"So… you didn't tell anyone we were going out, did you?" Stan asked, suddenly scared again; All his happiness and comfort gone in an instant. Kyle's eyes widened. "No! No way, dude, I'd never tell anyone something personal like that unless you said it was cool!"

Stan was touched. "Thanks, Kyle. You're the best."

"Not as good as Kenny though, right?" Kyle said stubbornly. He looked at Stan and laughed. Stan joined in the laughter, and knew they'd continue to be Super Best Friends.

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Kenny decided to phone Cartman instead of going to see him. He went home right away, took a quick 4 hour nap, and called up his fat friend. "Hello?" He heard fro the other end of the line.

"Hey, Fatass!" Kenny practically screamed into the receiver. "What's up?!"

"Ouch! Hey, Kenneh, do ya have to yell?!" Cartman replied. Kenny nodded, though Cartman couldn't see. "Yup!" He yelled again.

"Then I'm hangin' up."

"No, don't!" Kenny said. "I'll stop yelling."

"Good. Now what is it, fag?"

Kenny sighed. "How did you… Well, who told you about me and Stan?"

Eric laughed. "Why, Kenneh, did you forget?" Carmtan asked.

"Don't play around. Who told you?" Kenny was desperate for an answer. He was ready to kill whoever it was. "C'mon, Cartman, tell me!"

"No, I think I'd rather not," Cartman said. "If you really wanna know, then ask Clyde." He laughed. "Or was it Craig…? Maybe it was neither of them. It could have been Jimmy. Or maybe Wendy or Bebe…"

Kenny's head hurt. "What? So… you think it was one of them that told?"

"No, I know who told. But I think it'd be easier if you asked them." And the fat kid hung up.

"… Shit."

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After another catnap, Kenny decided to phone Clyde. Clyde simply said 'Cartman told me.' He called Craig, and Craig said Clyde told him. Jimmy had heard it from Cartman. Kenny knew it wasn't one of the girls, because they didn't have anything to do with the guys unless they were flirting, dating, or having sex. So he called Cartman back.

"Tell me who told you."

Cartman's smirk could be heard from the other line. "Did you call everyone else?"

"Yes. Almost all of them heard from you." Kenny was getting impatient and annoyed. "Just spit it out and tell me who told you!"

"Why, Kenneh, I'm surprised you don't remember!" Cartman said, whiny baby-voice pushing Kenny closer to the edge.

"Just fucking tell me!" The blonde boy spat.

"Oh, silly Kenneh. You told me, of course."

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A/N: Wow. I swear, this wasn't planned it just kind of came out. I forced the writer's block away, and left it open for more chapters. Yay! So hopefully updates will become regular again. Thanks for sticking with me!

Please review to reward me for finally updating! xD;;