After much thought, I have decided my pairing. I won't let you know, but my next ficcy will be the opposite couple. Hee. Guess the couple if you can, and if you like, you can attempt to persuade me to change the couple!!! I just might, if you can convince me. I had such trouble deciding….Anyway, here you go! More fiction goodness!

Kyle had to admit, Kenny was a good distraction. All through his last two classes, which he usually participated in with a good deal of enthusiasm, the red head had done nothing but sit in his stupor. It wasn't until the blond came up to his locker after the final bell did Kyle finally realize that Kenny's distraction was nothing more than just that, a distraction. Kenny had completely put his relationship with Cartman on the line for him. The blond was always so shockingly sweet toward him. Smirking, he threw himself at possibly the most considerate person in the world.

"Kenny, you're the best. That joke totally had me fazed all through class," he smiled thankfully at the blue eyes as he released Kenny. "Is there anything I can do for you now?" Kyle's eyes were sparkling joyfully, even if there was pain elsewhere inside him. Kenny always made him feel better, anyway. It was…magical, in a way how his friend could make him feel alright even in the worst of times. The cerulean orbs he gazed into flashed suddenly, before glimmering again and having their owner's lips twitch over in a smile.

"Well," he began cheerily," you can let me sleep over this weekend." Linking his orange clad arm with Kenny's, Kyle pulled them out of the school exit and toward his house.

"Sure, Kenny. You know, I always feel better about this whole mess when you're around…" He could feel the heat rising into his cheeks for some reason. "It's kinda weird, really." Turning his gaze toward Kenny, he saw the blond was smiling shyly and looking down at his tattered blue sneakers.

"It's alright," he whispered quietly, "it's actually pretty normal. You find some sort of comfort in me, right?" Kyle hummed in response. "It makes sense to take a liking to a comfort object when you're in pain." The red head frowned. Kenny sounded…miserable. To Kyle, his blond friend being sad was a rare instance. No one ever saw Kenny actually cry, but seeing him upset was still an unusual event.

"Kenny…are you alright? You sound sort of…upset…" he trailed off, leaving his question up in the air. He jumped when Kenny suddenly flashed his trademark grin at him.

"Nah, dude. I'm fine." Maybe the day was just getting to him…

He sat on the evergreen bed sheets, pressing the buttons on Kyle's see-through blue GameSphere controller. He was playing against Kyle mechanically, because even though he rarely got to play on such a huge screen, his mind was elsewhere.

The red head had taken his kiss as a joke. To him, it was just a distraction from his pain. Kenny was glad he could help, but it saddened him to know that Kyle didn't get it. He didn't get it at all. Sometimes, the blond swore his friend was absolutely blind. He'd made many passes at Kyle, being flirtatious if the red head was in a good mood and wouldn't punch him in the face. Kenny doubted Kyle would sock him one anyway, but he'd sure ignore him for a while. It wasn't that Kyle was stupid, or even unobservant in any way, it was just the mere fact that he was Kyle's friend. And he knew Kenny's saucy nature all too well to take it seriously.

In truth, Kenny had only kept up that old habit of flaunting his unnatural charm for his own benefit. Not a sexual benefit, no. The behavior was just an excuse for making sly comments to Kyle without the red head having a fit. Plus, it made him feel like he had a worth sometimes….no one really could tell, but the blond was tremendously insecure with himself. He was always put down for being poor, and he wasn't the brightest either, but at least he could flirt. Kyle was the only one who could make him start to believe someone really cared for him. Besides Cartman, of course. Eric was different, though, because he had loved him unconditionally since they were kids. Did he really look like he was poor, like Clyde and Craig jested?

"Kyle, do you think anyone really likes the way I look?" he blurted without thinking. Shit, now he sounded girly. The grassy eyes looked up at him from the floor, questioning.

"Of course, Kenny. Who could resist those beautiful aqua eyes of yours and the flowing blond locks?" The red head pulled himself up onto his bed, smiling playfully. Kenny rolled his eyes at the snickering he heard as he blushed slightly.

"Oh but, Kyle, I feel so very insignificant as I stand next to you. Your gorgeous strawberry waves glimmer in the light and make me feel so trivial, and it's not as if those jades you call eyes put me in any better situation." He returned the jesting mushy tone, crawling up to admire Kyle in the façade.

"But Kenny," the red head breathed," you're the one who can make any one swoon. You've got a flawless charming personality!" They continued to sarcastically flirt with one another, but Kenny was intentionally spilling his every love about Kyle.

"Oh, Kenny, imagine our children. They'll be so perfect!" With each passing compliment, the boys had inched near one another's faces until they were so close Kenny could feel the air stream from Kyle's nose on his lips. Finally the duo collapsed into loud peals of laughter after that last comment, reflecting on their words and proximity. Kyle's cheeks were tainted a bright pink before he could speak again, clutching his sides.

"God, Kenny, we sound like total fags," he laughed brightly. The blond flicked his nose playfully.

"Ky, we are fags. We may not be flaming gay, but we're both still homos." Their laughter quieted down, and they resumed getting their asses handed to them on Call of Duty 4.

There was a raging thunderstorm outside, with lightning sparking every so often and thunder booming constantly. Kyle jolted forward a bit, frightened, when the thunder shook and rattled the house. Kenny already knew he was afraid of thunder, but Kyle still had his pride. Regardless, they continued to kill computer animations on the screen in front of them. Their little skit had Kenny's longing heart in a daydreaming state, letting himself disappear within his fantasies while Kyle happily played. With one sudden white rip of the sky and crack of the earth, the room went dark. Crap. Kyle was afraid of the dark, too.

"Kyle, it's alright." The rain pounded down on the paned glass, and Kyle did not feel as though it was all right. He was terrified of thunder, and horrified by the dark. It was an irrational fear, but nonetheless it still spooked him senseless.

"K-kenny, I'm s-scared…" he whimpered, trembling slightly in the shadows. He felt Kenny's warm, bare hands clamp onto his neck, then loosen, trailing down in search of his hands. The blond finally reached his palm, clasping it and pulling the frightened youth into his chest. Kyle gratefully complied, placing his shaking palms onto his companion's chest, like a frightened child would with a parent. He felt Kenny's slender fingers entangle themselves in his hair, stroking him ever so gently.

A wave of familiarity rushed over him, the feeling was back. Kyle had no idea what it was, but sometimes when Kenny was around he would just…soar. He felt so whole, so complete, and he smiled so brightly sometimes it hurt. It wasn't like he felt with Stan, though. No, his mind didn't long and wish for Kenny to love him. It was just happy, like one of those sappy romance novels the blond carried around with him. It was funny, how no matter if that morning he had wanted to kill himself, Kenny's presence could make it all go away.

"K-kenny…" his voice cracked, and he cut himself off before he misspoke and spilled his thoughts. Chuckling lightly, Kenny's chest rose and fell, bobbing the Jew's head. Said boy closed his eyes, beaming. He could hear Kenny's heart beat. It was steady and strong, just like its owner. It was constant, too, and for that Kyle was grateful.

"Don't worry Kyle," he murmured playfully, "I love you too." That would be Kenny, making him smile and giggle when he was facing his worst phobias.

"I love you too, Ken." Kenny tugged him backwards, so he could rest comfortably on the head board of the large bed. The blond undid his arm from Kyle's waist, pulling the warm comforter over the frail boy's shaking shoulders.

Sitting in the dark, Kenny admired the now asleep face resting on him. A warm smile graced his full lips in his slumber, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. The moonlight accented his handsome features, the outlines of his large, adorable eyes, shadows highlighting his button nose that sometimes wrinkled cutely when he was annoyed. Kenny sighed, feeling guilty for doing this. It was wrong. It was wrong to Eric, to himself, and most of all, to Kyle.

Oh well, he thought. For now, he'd take full advantage of it while he still could. Leaning down slightly, the blond pressed his lips softly into the shining copper locks.

"If only you knew Kyle…if you would only open your eyes…"

Hehe, so any one up for guess the couple? Hmmm??? And, I shall warn you, YOU WILL CRY IN LATER CHAPTERS. Maybe not for a chap or two, but soon. Flames? Critiques? Requests? Leave it in a review, my friends. C: