Ugh, Solos are finally over, and I failed. Epically, but I don't have to worry about it no more. Just science fair. Blegh. So these chapters might get better and longer, guys! Whoo!!!

"Don't worry babe," she cooed," You didn't need that rat anyway." The previously lowered gaze shot up to give her an icy glare.

"Don't talk about Kyle like that, Wendy. He's my best friend." He returned his chocolate tinted eyes to their previous position, down.

"It's not his fault, anyway…I mean….he just means a lot to me." Scowling, she blew some black hair out of her eyes before responding with fake cheer.

"But you have me, so don't worry Stannie." She leaned in to kiss him lightly on the lips, reaching across the green bus seat.

"Suuure I do…" he muttered. She hadn't been there for him except for a few seconds to ask him why he was spacing out so much. He bolted upright at his stop, wanting to leave Wendy before she drove him insane.

Being without Kyle was like not having a mouth. Because you can't talk, you really have no idea what to do. You aren't even able tell anybody about it, either, without having to go into endless and excruciatingly precise detail in a written message. And who wants to write all that bull? He hadn't realized he'd been so attached to his Super Best Friend, even though they spent almost every waking moment together. Whenever Kyle's overbearing mother ripped on him for something, the redhead would sneak out his window without a second thought. Same went for Stan, except he'd leave over his mother and sister fighting and then blaming him later. It was just tradition…well, it used to be, anyway.

Kyle meant so much to him. It was more than friendship, obviously, but he couldn't quite place what it was. He tried talking to Butters about it once, and he simply claimed he was lovesick. Pfft, yeah, it's totally normal to love your best friend, right? No. Then again…nothing in this town was normal. Especially the empty hollowness of his heart that Kyle left in his wake.

Stan rubbed at his stinging eyes. Kyle didn't know how much of him he was taking away. Oh well, maybe he could use this for his AP English class's poem assignment for Friday.

His sonnet was really bland, in his opinion, but apparently Mr. Garrison thought differently. Hell, the teacher was elated just by the fact someone knew how to construct a sonnet. Although, as he had taken his seat, Mr. Garrison announced he had to take a quick leave to make grade sheet copies. So here Kyle sat, in his AP English class, doodling in his notebook aimlessly. Mostly, he just drew the first thing that came to mind, and his peers thought it was excellent, whether it be an apple or a pine tree. He was gently shading in the shine lines in the messy mop of hair he'd drawn thoughtlessly, when a hand was laid on his shoulder.

"Kyle, why the hell are you drawing my boyfriend?!" Cartman stood above him, leaning over him to look at the sketch. Knitting his eyebrows in confusion, he lowered his green eyes to the paper. He surely hadn't drawn Kenny…had he?

Yes, he had. In fact, the sketch could very well be taken for the real Kenny. The way his eyes shone, the bad boy attraction the messy hair held. But the sweet grin gracing his perfect lips just illuminated the whole picture, giving it a sweet light. Oh no…

"Cartman, I'm just drawing. I figured I should draw all you guys just to test my talent, and Kenny just happened to be first," he lied through his teeth, hoping Eric wouldn't catch his thin eyebrow twitching. Scowling, Cartman scoffed.

"Yea right, you damn Jew. You're eyebrows twitched like they do when you lie, so explain. NOW," he whispered, his tone harsh and demanding. Kyle flushed; in truth, he didn't know why he drew Kenny either. It just happened, because he only drew what came to mind! When he didn't respond, Cartman slipped into the desk in front of him, turning in the seat to face him.

"Kyle," he breathed, a hint of sadness in his tone, "I'm going to tell you a story, alright? But you can't tell Kenny I told you." Wait, Cartman wasn't beating his ass to a pulp? He sat up straight, looking anywhere but Eric's glazed over eyes. There was actual emotion in the mahogany tinted orbs, and Kyle felt like this was important enough to listen. Plus, he wouldn't go home in bruises and cuts. The boy in front of him groaned, placing his forehead in his palm.

"Alright, so Kenny and I have gone out for three years. The whole thing is a ruse. I mean, I love Kenny, but he told me he might not ever love me back. And I told him so long as he tried, then I'd be happy. He only agreed so that I wouldn't get hurt, and also because he said something about not hurting anyone else. "He paused to glare up at the emerald eyes that were frozen in fear.

"But I figured I could get him to love me. When I asked him why he couldn't, he said he already loved someone. So, you know I'm jealous –yeah, yeah, don't patronize me- and I went through a few of his things to see if they could tell me who was stealing Kenny away from me, but he caught me snooping. He finally told me though, because he said he knew it hurt for me not to know, and…I swear to god, Kyle, if you hurt him, I will not think twice about grinding your ass in a wood chipper," he growled, confusing the redhead. Kyle took a moment to think, wondering as to why Cartman had stopped his story just to express his loathing for the boy.

"But," he started, unsure, "who does Kenny love, then?" Eric glanced up at him again, this time a pained smile on his lips. He sighed heavily before answering the question.

"Kyle, sometimes it's truly painful how someone so smart can be so dumb," he laughed, returning back to his normal seat in the back of the classroom. As if on cue, Mr. Garrison re-entered with his grade sheets, announcing that Kenny was free to read his poem when he was ready. Kyle turned to Kenny, completely lost in the newfound mystery resting within the blond. He pulled something out of the well hidden pocket on the stomach of the orange sweater he wore, unfolding it carefully.

"Well, uh," he stammered, "it was originally a song, but it works all the same, I guess." Clearing his throat awkwardly, he began to read off the lined paper.

You,

Yes you, across the room.

Yes you with the pained sad eyes

Yes you, how I hate your cries…

Oh how I wish I could make it stop

Oh yes, I wish I could break that clock…

Our clock.

My time with you,

It'll just run out, you'll see.

Your fingertips across my skin,

Oh I'd do just anything to win,

Your precious love is all I need,

I don't have any more than a second,

But I don't wanna make you cry no more,

Okay, so what, I flirt like a whore.

But with you it's just so much more,

For once my lips just speak my mind,

But you're just oh too kind…

Yes, you with the emerald eyes.

Yes, you I've heard your cries.

Please, just open up your mind.

Please, yes, I know it'll make you cry.

But I love you all the same…

You've got all the right feelings, just the…

Wrong.

Name.

The class erupted in applause when the last word was uttered. It truly was an amazing poem, especially coming from Kenny. No one except Kyle really knew he had any depth past all that charm and beauty.

Wait, repeat that? Did Kyle just think Kenny was beautiful? He shook his head as if it would rid himself of those types of thoughts. Turning his attention elsewhere, he wondered who was lucky enough to get Kenny's attention like that. It obviously wasn't Cartman, because he'd just explained to him Kenny was just with him so he wouldn't hurt him or anyone else. The only person Kenny really showed any attention to besides Eric was him. Damn, Kenny had become either a very good liar or an amazing actor. Racking his brains, Kyle tried to remember him flirting with anybody or talking about someone for more than a good two seconds. When he came up blank, the bell suddenly rang, momentarily releasing him from both his curiosity and class.

"Hey, you wanna ditch for the rest of the day?" A voice caught his attention as he neatly set his books into the locker shelf.

"Why, Kenny? You not feel well or something?" He asked, suddenly unsteady. Maybe Kenny had gotten a cold from his house again. The heat not being on in a freaking mountain town probably didn't do too much good for anyone's health. Maybe he really should spend the night more often.

"No," he chuckled, shaking his head," I just wanna get outta here, ya know? All the girls are harassing me now 'cuz me and Cartman split up." Kyle nearly choked on his spearmint gum on the last note, taking in the appalling news. Kenny laughed heartily once more before going on.

"Yea, well, he said that he was gettin' kinda bored with 'us' so it's time we both move on. So we goin' or what, dude?" Kenny was lying, he was sure, but he couldn't point it out without revealing Cartman's confession type conversation that morning. So before his traitor voice could betray him by speaking his mind, Kyle smiled back up at Kenny.

"All right, dude. You'll need a shoulder to cry on, so I guess I'm going to have to come with you," he mocked, getting a grin from the blond in return.

Whoo, another chapter done, with some insight into Stan's mind. Don't worry, he'll be back next chapter. And as for for Wendy…lets just say if you bash her in any way shape or form, you will luuurve later chapters. Hee. C;