-1Disclaimer: South Park and all its characters is copyright Matt Stone, Trey Parker, and whoever else owns it or whatever. That means, not me.

Authors Notes:

Dedicated to mah super-best-kxk-friend: style xx

yeah, I don't think there was ketchup involved in the picture, but, ya know. Inspiration. :)

Uh, and yeah, this is the first time I'm writing in this POV, so yeah. Help is awesome.

Title: K-Squared: A Collection

Author: Zoshi the Confused
Rating: PG to M (it'll be all over the place)

Category: South Park

Genre: Fluff/Angst/Romance/Humor

Contains: A little bit of everything.

You're trying to balance drink straws on your nose. I find that as stupid as it looks, I can't laugh at you. It's too cute.

You're just too fucking adorable sometimes.

Despite all your best attempts, the straws can't seem to defy gravity, and time after time fall off your nose and back onto the table. Undaunted, you try again, and again, but honestly, I can't see why. Straws just aren't meant to balance on people's noses, and gravity isn't going to let them. But, then again, physics has never been one of your strong points.

Finally, you leave the straws where they lay and glance around the room, bored. Ah yes, you're searching for our friends. I take a look too, but apparently they've disappeared. Not that I really mind at the moment.

And, hell, I know we're in a public place, but dude, you could pay a little more attention to me than you are right now, you know? You have been dead for almost a week this time. Got a little scared there this time…

You're playing with the ketchup packets now, and finally, finally, you notice me looking at you. About time, and I might be just a little pissy right now, only a little, but you grin that stupid grin of yours and I have no choice but to grin back.

You're trying to make holes in the ketchup packets with your plastic fork. This idea, unlike your first one, actually seems to be working, and for once I can totally see where you're going with this. You grab a handful of your holey packets and set them back in the container, giving me a wink as you do so. One of the packets decides to spew ketchup on your finger, and you lick it off slowly, staring out the window across from us.

If it wasn't for this table, and those people around us, and the fact that we can't get anymore fucking public than Shaky's Pizza…

You're back to stabbing holes in your ketchup again, except you're not that lucky this time. On your third attempt, the packet explodes, and I'm sure that not only do you have ketchup on your face, but you have it up your nose too. I can't keep from laughing, and you glare at me as you grab some napkins and wipe your face off.

A thought comes to me, suddenly, and I frown at you, looking thoughtful. You catch the look instantly, funny since it took you forever to notice me looking at you before, and you frown too. I point to my nose, and you wipe at your own. No, I shake my head, and you wipe in another place.

I sigh, rolling my eyes, and you glare at me again. I lean over the table, and motion for you to do the same. You do so, frowning thoughtfully and crossing your eyes to try to see the tip of your nose. I smile, glancing around quickly. Everyone around us is oblivious; perfect.

Before you can rethink your current actions, and attempt to clean non-existant ketchup off your nose without my help, I lean forward and catch you in a kiss that you definitely weren't expecting.

Its too short, and its just not deep enough, and it gets nowhere near letting you know just how much I've missed you this week, but it'll have to do. Any more, and this secret isn't secret anymore, and I know how bad that can hurt both of us.

We're leaning back in our seats quickly, quickly, so no one can catch us when we're not looking, and I smile at you. You open your mouth to say something, but the voices of our friends reach us, and you snap it shut again. You're frowning, but its not a real frown, and the flicker in your eyes tells me all I need to know. I rub my nose, snickering, and you stick your tongue out at me, but its all your own fault really.

Honestly, dude. Cute like you should be illegal.