Haven't been into this story for awhile, sorry guys. Oh well, I can't change the past. *dies* Anyway, since I'm here, I might as well tell you I have…totally forgotten my plot line. All I remember is a middle scene and the end….er….so, until then, have fun reading my improv! :D

Kyle sighed heavily. This was definitely not his week.

First, his best friend's parents had announced a divorce. Next, said best friend came out to him. Instead of being elated and joyous like any normal crushing boy, Kyle had rejected him. Why? Because he was –as of now- pretending to go out with Kenny. Who had surprisingly agreed to Kyle's plan.

The Jew rubbed his temples thoughtfully. Some things were very wrong in the town of South Park. Perhaps this was all just a terrible dream. Kyle paused in his thoughts, a hopeful expression on his face, and then reached down to pinch his arm.

'Nope,' he frowned, 'this is a terrible, true reality.' A hand found its way to his left shoulder, sheathed in a brownish orange glove.

"Are you all right? You seem kinda out of it, buddy," came the voice of Kenny, who was sitting to his left. Suddenly, Kyle became aware of the hustle and bustle around him in the pizza shop. In front of them were Stan and Eric, both chomping on the crust, cheese, and pepperoni? Kyle moved his gaze downward to his untouched plate, and confirmed the topping.

"Yeah…I'm just a little tired I guess. I stayed up late studying for that Calculus exam this morning," he threw out, his voice matching the lie. He felt himself being pulled into a warm shoulder for his head to rest on as Stan remarked from across the table.

"Yeah man, I'm pretty sure I flunked that test." The boy grinned, amused with his failure.

"Well, Stan it'll be like any other test, so don't worry. Your mommy won't ground you," snorted Cartman, making kissy faces to represent Mrs. –well, Ms.- Marsh. A quick smack to the head from the raven haired teen shut him up, but he continued to snicker to himself. Kenny laughed quietly beside Kyle, getting a small grin from the red head.

They continued to eat with casual conversation about sports, guys, and general life before Kenny turned to Kyle with a thoughtful expression gracing his features.

"Y'know Kyle, we gotta start getting into some activities so we can put them on college things. You know I won't get to go without a full ride…so…what do think we should do?" Frowning, he mulled it over. He didn't really like anything to do with school, except school itself….

"Hey, you know they count tutoring on those forms right? Kyle, you could tutor me," volunteered Stan. Kyle's head snapped up to meet his playful, devious smirk. The boy continued, much to Kyle's dismay.

"C'mon, you know that I could totally use it. I'll do anything you want in return…." He laughed, using a seductive tone. Beside him, Kenny glared in Stan's direction.

"Watch your tone 'round me, Stan," he murmured in warning. Raising his arms in defense, Stan merely chuckled.

"Chill, chill Ken. It was just a joke. So Ky, how 'bout that tutoring?"

Suddenly, Kyle felt himself grow weak. His arms felt like lead, his stomach was churning acids, and his head throbbed. He simply moaned in response. A concerned look found its way onto Kenny's face, and he reached out a gloved hand to the boy's forehead.

"You guys, I think I'm gonna take Kyle home. He looks kinda sick." After a few nods and goodbyes, Kyle let himself be dragged by the hand out of the pizza shop. They walked in silence toward Kyle's house for a few blocks, until the fresh air cleared Kyle of his unexpected ailment. He straightened a little bit, remembering some questions that had been plaguing him during dinner.

"Kenny, why….why have you agreed to this?" He felt the blond stumble a bit beside him, but Kenny brushed it off smoothly with his reply.

"Because you need some time to figure yourself out, and you didn't want to hurt a friend. I'm just helping you do so," he provided, tone light and charming. Kyle frowned. Normally, Kenny didn't use that tone of voice with him. He didn't need to charm him into anything. Something was up.

"And…you don't want anything in return?" he questioned, suspicious. Kenny surely had something up his sleeve.

"Nope. Well, nothing I'll actually ask for, anyway." At Kyle's questioning glance, he smirked.

"But Kenny-" Blond turned to face him, wagging a finger back and forth.

"Ah-ah-ah, drop it. I'm not gonna give you any more details. We're focusing on your problems." Inwardly scowling, the red head complied in dropping the subject.

"Well, what do you want to know?" he started, nervous about the topic. He honestly didn't understand his own reaction. It was…odd, to say the least. At his side, Kenny hummed in thought, tapping the end of a slender finger to his chin.

"Hmm…well, why did you react the way you did to Stan's confession? How did you feel?" Kyle rubbed the orange fabric of his sleeve nervously. He attempted to clear his throat a few times, before ultimately accepting his failure.

"I…I guess…it was just so sudden….I mean, I always figured he'd start off with slow touches….and…and it'd lead to something, you know? Like in a novel or something? It just kinda freaked me out when after about a week of being ignored and then after another week of awkward run-ins, it was just….really…unexpected," he stumbled through his speech. Kenny nodded, taking a moment to mull things over. They turned a corner –the last one on the way to Kyle's house- and Kenny spilled his theory.

"I think…that you're just not sure. Maybe you think he's on the rebound and don't wanna take advantage of him. You're sub-conscious knows, but you're conscious doesn't." Kyle walked with Kenny in silence after that, letting the words sink in. Perhaps he was right.

Kenny walked the confused boy up to his door step, huddling under the awning. In one fluid motion, Kyle felt himself being pulled into a soft embrace. Warm breath flooded against his cheek.

"I hope you figure it all out soon, Kyle." Then, quickly, the blond pulled back and planted a chaste kiss on Kyle's mouth, which was open in shock. Kenny didn't take advantage of that fact, though, and simply leaned forward once more.

"Until then, miss me." With a pleased grin, Kenny walked away, leaving Kyle.

Great. Now he had more things to keep him up at night. What had Kenny meant? Should he really take the risk of tutoring Stan?

'And most importantly, what do I want?'