Thanks for all the reviews you guys! And to the person who asked if this was going to be a K2 story or not, it won't be. Although Kenny and Kyle did kiss, you can read to find out what happened afterwards. If Stan and Kyle are still together, this chapter may or may not answer that question. So read. One more side note. If you guys can't comment on this chapter, because it's been replaced with the previous one, go back to like on of the first chapter I've put up that you haven't reviewed, and just put something like "review to Chapter 10" or something. Ugh, I'm confusing… On with the story.

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I looked and blinked a few times to make sure he was really there, and that it wasn't just my mind playing tricks on me. His jaw dropped and he wouldn't take his eyes off of the two of us. By this point, Kenny and I were no longer looking at each other let alone talking or anything. With my eyes still locked on Stan, I noticed him as he took out his phone and quickly dialed a number.

He placed the phone to his ear. Seconds later, my phone began to ring. I answered it, with the obvious knowledge that it was Stan.

"Kyle," he begins, "Please tell me that you weren't just kissing Kenny." I crossed my arms and stared angrily at the raven haired boy.

"Why does it matter to you?!" You don't love me. You love that whore, Wendy," I state, slightly raising my voice and not breaking my eye contact.

Stan gave a defeated look and raised his eyebrows, "Wait, you honestly think that? How many times have I told you myself that I don't love her? Quite a few I'd say."

"Of course I think that. After your display today, what else am I to think? That you ran off because you love me? You're seriously not making any sense," I sit back down next to Kenny, who's just watching the two of us, most likely barely hearing a word Stan is saying though.

"No, no Ky, you've got it all wrong. What will it take you to believe me that I don't love her at all? I love you."

"Then why did you run off like that?"

"Maybe because I'm too much of a pussy to stand up to Wendy! I always have been, dude. If it wasn't for my own fear of breaking up with her, I would have done it years ago. I was scared. I didn't want to have to see the bad side of her. When I finally did, it took so much courage, so much goddamn courage, but it was worth it. As easy as it may have seemed, it wasn't. That's why Kyle, that's why." He finished, taking a few deep breaths and not changing his expression. I admit, I did feel guilty, but in a sense I didn't know what to say.

I pushed myself farther into my chair and stared at him. I wanted to believe him, really I did. I just couldn't. Something inside was telling me that Stan was lying, and this was his way of trying to cover it up somehow. To me, he didn't seem like the type of person to really not be able to stand up for himself in a moment such as that.

I tried my hardest not to listen to the voice in my head that told me that, but I did otherwise.

"Stan, look, maybe Wendy was right… I think she was at least, and your actions made it seem all more true. I don't know really what to think at this point, but Wendy had me convinced."

"Don't do this to me Kyle… I can't live without you. I love you." I could hear his voice drift away as a tear dripped from his eye. For some reason, Stan's words had no effect on me. I had mixed emotions, I loved him, but I couldn't bring myself to say it. I mean, after what happened at the bus stop, anybody would be mad, right?

"I'm sorry," I finish, staring at him with a hurt look on my face.

At that point, Stan's hands were trembling too much to even hold the phone. It dropped to the ground and the two of us were disconnected. He also fell to the ground, immediately and breaking down in tears. I'd never seen him cry before, possibly with the exception of when we were little kids, but that didn't count so much.

I'd never felt worse than I did for making him be in pain like that. Though, a feeling of regret dawned on me after that. Kenny exchanged glances with the two of us. Stan never got off the floor, so I closed the curtain, not wanting to look at him that way.

Why couldn't I bring myself to tell him I loved him back?

What had I done?

What had I lost?

"Kyle," Kenny begins, "You just gave him away," he spoke softly.

"I did, didn't I?" I question, though I was speaking to mainly myself.

"You haven't lost. He'll fight for you."

"You think so?"

"I know so. Stan loves you. He will definitely be fighting for the one he loves," I smiled. Something about those words seemed so familiar.

"I shouldn't have given him away so easily, but I need time to think. I don't even know what to think about Stan after today."

"Dude you love him, you know you do, and he loves you. Why'd you give him up?"

"You know what they say. If you love someone, let them go, and if they love you, they'll always come back for you," I pulled that quote from some random TV show I'd heard, but it sounded like it fit right at this moment. I bit my lip and held back tears.

"I guess it's a little good to have some restraint sometimes. He'll be running back soon enough. I've never seen two people so happy before and it almost hurts watching those two people fight, especially knowing that they're my two best friends. He cried in front of you, something that I've never really seen a couple too. He hasn't even done that in years, since we were around the age of ten. Don't ever doubt yourself like that."

"You're good at stuff like this Kenny. Where'd you get all the experience?"

"Hey, I've been heartbroken a lot, so I feel bad when I see it happening to other people. I love to help."

"Thanks a lot. You're a good friend dude," I say giving him a 3 second hug.

He then decided that it would be nice to completely change the subject. "You act like 10 minutes ago never happened."

"That's because it didn't happen," I say rolling my eyes, thinking that maybe taking my mind off of the other subject will help a little. "I stopped it from happening. I'm not that stupid."

"Not saying you were, just making sure," Kenny replies while smiling and nodding slowly. "But if it had on the other hand, you'd probably be limping for the next week of school. You would have never forgotten that," he smirked, folding his arms across his chest, "Of course though, that's only what most people say when I shove my 8 inch up their ass."

"8 inches? I knew it felt big when you were getting a crazy ass hard-on against my leg, but not that big. That's impressive." I say nodding lightly.

"You should get a good look, Ky. It's right here," he said, gesturing his hands downward on himself.

"I don't wanna risk be ass pounded again," I laugh.

"You so do,"

"Do not," the grin on Kenny's face grew as I spoke.

"Oh so you just don't want to get jealous? I see how it is." I stare at him, confused by what he has said.

"Jealous? Why would I be jealous?"

"Hm… maybe because you probably have a 4 inch like Cartman?" My face tenses up and I can feel it growing red.

"Do not!" I shout. "7 inches, not 4. I just don't want you to take your cock out and possibly rape me, or at least attempt it." Kenny just laughed.

"What about Stan? What's he?"

"Probably around the same as me," Luckily my dad's voice is there to interrupt us, because our dick sizes weren't really what I wanted to be talking about.

"Kyle," called her voice from downstairs, "Dinner!" I ran outside my room and swung my head over the railing, seeing my father standing at the bottom of the stairs and looking up, waiting for my response.

"Dad, can Kenny stay for dinner?"

"Sure why not! Your mother bought an extra steak, so we've got plenty."

"Woo-hoo! Steak!" Kenny shouts, throwing his hands up in the air. "I never get to eat like that at home."

"Well then come on down, dig in," My dad replies, motioning down the stairs. We made our way down and began feasting on the delicious dinner. Kenny ate the food like he had never eaten before in his life, while I tried to hold back laughter.

"Kyle, how are you feeling?" My mother asks after taking a few bites of steak and a sip of her water.

I swallow what I have in my mouth before answering. "I'm fine ma, everything's gonna be okay."

"I hope so," she said, "Have you talked to Stanley lately?"

"No, not since this morning," I lied. I didn't feeling like telling her all the details of my life. Especially, considering the fact that she could drag on a conversation forever.

"Well maybe you should. It's always good to confront your problems," she went on. I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah I know." She'd gotten the clue that I was becoming uninterested so she stopped with her questions and lectures. After a few more minutes, the phone rang. Uncaringly, she dropped her fork on the table and pushed her chair back to get up and answer it.

"Hello?" He asks half heartedly.

"Who is it?" Asks my father, barely concerned. Outside, I could hear the sound of sirens growing closer. They stopped outside for a few moments, only to roar off again. My mother ignored my dad.

"My god, oh okay. I'm so sorry," she placed a hand on her chest and look as if she was holding back tears.

"What is it?" I ask, suddenly concerned.

"It's Stanley," she says dropping the phone attached to a cord against the wall, "He tried to kill himself, we need to get to the hospital,"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, especially knowing that it was my fault.

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