"You've disobeyed me for the last time!" Screamed my mother as she paced back and forth in front of the living room couch. My dad stood there with his arms crossed, glaring at me. It was really bad that I pissed my parents off two days in a row. I sat there helplessly on the couch, staring up at them.

"How could you do this, Kyle? This is beyond crazy! We've gone over this plenty of times, even before we found out you were gay. You shouldn't be having sex at such a young age! How many times have you done this before?!" She questioned me, not letting her husband get a single word in.

"This once! We've never done this before last night!" My mom rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

"Well how are we supposed to believe that?" She stubbornly asked.

"I don't know, but mom I swear, this was the only time Stan and I did it," I stated.

"It's not like it makes it any better, you still aren't to be having sex. This time I mean it. You will never see him again. Do I make myself clear?"

I nodded slowly. She said the same thing yesterday and look what happened. It was easy getting passed her.

"Now you go up to your room," my father says, getting in the last words.

I reluctantly got off the couch and trudged upstairs. I locked my door behind me and got on the computer. I took out my phone and texted Stan.

'Get on your computer, I wanna video chat.' I waited a minute and he replied.

'Ok, I'm getting online now.'

I set down my phone and clicked on Stan's profile. Noticing he was online, I started a video chat with him. Stan answered, looking as if he just woke up, still in his backwards shirt from this morning. He was still tired from last night. I smiled.

"What did your parents say?" I asked.

He shrugged lightly and looked at his computer screen, "My dad didn't care so much. He said it was bound to happen someday. He said he also had a feeling it was going to be with you. My dad thinks we had a thing going all those years. My mom however was kind of pissed. She thinks I'm too young."

I rolled my eyes. "I wish my parents were that understanding." They never let me get away with anything. They don't let me have a life. It was so irritating some times. I wish they would let me be a kid sometimes. Although most kids don't have sex with there life long best friend.

"What did yours say?" He asked.

"My mom just had her usual bitch fit, typical."

He laughed a little bit. "That was very expected," he replied through laughter.

I nodded, "I'm gonna have to stay out of trouble for a while to cool them down a bit. Maybe long enough for them to see I'm a good child so they don't disinherit me," I adjusted myself more comfortably on my bed.

"We'll figure something out at school. We've got one day until we can see each other," I smiled to Stan. He smiled back.

"I'm gonna tell my parents I have basketball practice after school. You should tell them you have football or something, so we can hang out."

"Sure," he replied slowly.

"I gotta go now, I don't want my parents knowing I'm having any kind of interactions with you," His expression saddened.

"But I love having interactions with you, especially last night. Don't go Ky…" I laughed a little.

"I'm sorry Stanny," I pouted with sad eyes.

"You sound like Wendy now, ya know?"

"My point exactly," I smiled feeling satisfied.

"Last night was fun," he smiled back, "I won't forget it."

"You better not," I responded.

"Does your ass hurt?" He asked me.

"Not as bad as I thought it would."

"Next time it's gonna be worse," he said, still with the same grin plastered across his face.

"No, next time, it's your turn," I said, "Next time, I get to top."

"Can't wait."

"I really do have to go now, my mom's right downstairs."

"I'll miss you babe."

"You too," I say. Stan leaned close to the screen a bit closer than before, and blew a kiss with his hand. I blew one back, "I love you."

"I love you too."

We both shut our computers. The rest of the day, I did my homework, played video games, and watched TV. I stayed in my room doing this all to avoid my parents. Every hour though, they came to check on me to make sure I wasn't in bed with anyone,

When night came, I eagerly fell asleep, waiting anxiously for morning to come. The more my mom banned me from seeing him, the more I desperately had to have him. When I arrived at the bus stop, Stan and Kenny were already there, along with Wendy who had still been here, due to her newest relationship with Cartman. It made us all sick

"Hey Stan," I greeted him. He looked up from his phone and smiled.

"He sexy," he replied. I was amazed how easily he could say that in front of everyone.

Wendy rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, beginning to talk to the fatass who had just arrived.

Stan kissed me on the lips. He took me away from the other three, but only a few steps.

"Dude, I don't think Wendy's gotten over you yet," I told him quietly.

"She hasn't." he whispered, "She texted me last night just to tell me that she was going out with Cartman. I think she's trying to make me jealous or something."

"Seriously, dude?" I asked.

"Yeah but don't worry. I could never be jealous when I've got you." That made me smile and blush. Stan was well, so cute, all the time.

"You're really sweet," I say.

"I know," Stan slightly smiled and blushed a little bit to him self. I was so fucking lucky to have him. Kenny began to walk towards us, studying the way I was standing and staring at me.

"Dude, Kyle you're limping," Stan let out a slight laugh at Kenny's words.

"I am? I didn't even notice," I smirked and stared at the ground. Ah, memories.

"He's gonna be limping a lot worse soon enough," Stan added, patting my back.

"So you guys had sex? Wow before me, now that's pretty surprising," Kenny had a grin on his face and looked impressed.

"Didn't you say you fucked Butters?"

"Nah, just a blowjob, I was messing around. Butters wouldn't let me fuck him, to much of a pussy."

Wendy must have either heard us talking, or noticed my limping, because she was glaring at me for a long amount of time. We still had a good 5 to 10 minutes before the bus came, so I decided to give the jealous girl a talk.

"Is there something you need, Wendy?" I finally asked.

"No, why do you ask?" She replied with an innocent expression and a small voice.

"It's just that you keep glaring at me. Is there something you want to talk about?" I questioned her.

"There's nothing," she lied.

"I mean, it's okay if you're jealous. It happens to a lot of people." Wendy's expression immediately turned from innocent to angry. She crossed her arms and spoke with a louder tone.

"Jealous? You think I'm jealous?"

"I know you're jealous."

"Ok, I admit it, maybe I am, but who wouldn't be?"

"Maybe you should just forget about Stan, and get over him," I snapped at the dark haired girl.

That really set her off. "He doesn't love you. He wouldn't have tried to make you jealous for 5 years, he meant it, he loved me first, and he still does. I love Stan and he loves me. He knows it!" Wendy finished. She took a few deeps breaths after she was done yelling. I stared blankly at her. Cartman however didn't seem to care about his 12 hour girlfriend.

"Th-that's not true…" I said, "Stan?" I turned towards Stan who was just looking at the both of us, exchanging glances with us two.

Stan partially opened his mouth, "I-I…" He then dropped his backpack and ran away from the bus stop as fast as he could. I wanted to run after him, but I couldn't move. I just stood and watched him run off.

Wendy was absolutely right. I shouldn't have ever been so stupid to believe him. Stan didn't love me, he loved her.

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Whoa! The chapter seemed so great until the end. You didn't see that coming did you? I wrote this while I was at my cousins house, and they were really annoying the fuck outta me, so I decided I would take out my anger on Kyle, poor little redheaded Jew. What's gonna happen next? I already know, so if you want to, review and find out in the next chapter!

This chapter was kind of longer than usual, and it may seem a lot longer to because of the dialogue. :D