Kyle POV

I was unconscious for a moment, then I woke up in a dark room. What's going on? Where am I? Then as soon as I start trying to figure out an answer, I hear something, but I don't see it.

"HELP…!"

Was that Stan's voice? I hear the cry for help, but I don't see anything. So, I got up and start running toward the sound. Then, it got louder, and louder.

"HELP! HELP!"

I didn't know what was going on, but then I saw Stan. Then, I saw my parents. They were holding Stan, with my mom pointing a gun to his head.

"MOM! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

"Oh, something that'll probably return my little buhbie back to normal."

What was she talking about? Turn me back to normal? Then when I start running toward Stan, he falls. Then my mom has a grin on her face. Then, shoots Stan's head.

"No… NO!"

I woke up. It was just a dream. When I opened my eyes, I found myself in Stan's room, but no one was in the room but me.

"Stan? STAN! STAN?!"

Stan POV

I was eating a snack while watching TV, then I heard Kyle shout out my name. He shouted it out like he was scared. Like something happened.

"Kyle?"

I ran upstairs, opening the door to my room. I found Kyle sitting on my bed, crying.

"STAN!"

He saw me, got off my bed, and ran towards me, giving me a crushing hug. What happened?

"Kyle… you're crushing me…"

He softened his hug a little, but still hugging me with powerful force.

"Kyle, what's wrong?"

"I… I thought you were dead!"

What? Why would I be dead? I'm still here, but I think I'm about to die because of Kyle's crushing hug.

"I'm gonna die if you don't let me go and stop crushing me…"

He let me go, but still had tears in his eyes.

"Kyle, can you tell me seriously what happened?"

"I… I had a dream. You were shot by my parents. More like a nightmare…"

I let out a little gasp. Why would he have such a nightmare? And why would his parents kill me?

"Kyle, you don't need to worry. I'm still here…"

I didn't really know what to do. After I said that, he gave me another crushing hug.

"K-Kyle, don't you think we should go to bed? We got school tomorrow, and it's 10:30 PM."

He let me go, and nodded.

"Wait, where are you gonna sleep?"

"Kyle, I'm sleeping right here on my bed. Duh." He nodded, but still had a confused look on his red face.

"T-then, where am I gonna sleep?"

"Right here with me, if you want."

I walked over to my bed, lied down, and patted the spot next to me. He nodded, and walked over to me, and lied right down next to me. He then held me in his arms, but this time a soft hug, and not one that'll actually make that nightmare come true.

"Kyle, when you have a problem, you know you can come to me, right? We're pretty much brothers now."

"B-brothers? What do you mean?"

"W-w-well, your parents don't really allow you in their house anymore, so aren't you gonna stay here?"

"Oh. Well, yeah, then I guess we are brothers."

I held my arm around his shoulder.

"Brothers?"

"Brothers."

I could feel Kyle burying his face onto my chest, still crying.

"Kyle, why are you still crying?"

"S-Stan, these a-aren't tears of sadness. They're t-tears of joy."

I blushed furiously, and I felt like such an idiot. I chuckled, and he pressed his lips against mine. We stayed like that for about a minute, then I pulled away, in desperate need of air.

"Well, let's go to sleep, Kyle."

Kyle POV

I woke up, and tried to sit up, but then I felt arms pull me back down. It was Stan. He was still fast asleep, but he had his arms around me. This was just like yesterday, before that incident with my parents.

"Stan… Stan, wake up."

I shook him, not too violently, and after what seemed like an eternity, he woke up.

"Hey beautiful."

I blushed furiously. I never had anyone call me beautiful before.

"C'mon, is this how you are in the mornings? Super hard to wake up?"

"Eh, you know I always wake up late."

I chuckled. He does wake up in the afternoon on the weekends.

"Alright, get up. We have to get ready."

He nodded, and he got up, put on his traditional brown sweater, and I put on my orange jacket.

"Well, since you pretty much live with me now, we have to get you new clothes. You can't have only that orange jacket."

I didn't think of that. I forgot I'm in a new home now. With Stan, my best friend, boyfriend, and brother. Well, and his parents. And that bitch Shelly.

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

We got our backpacks, mine still being here from that sleepover that we had yesterday, and we walked downstairs.

"Hey mom."

I said hi, but I didn't refer to her as mom, nor Mrs. Marsh.

"Kyle, we know of your little incident with your parents. You are welcome to stay here, if you like."

"Thank you Mrs. Marsh." I nodded, and smiled.

"Please, call me 'mom' from now on."

That'll be weird.

"Well, here, have breakfast. I made eggs and sausage."

We sat down at our table, and chomped down our food. Well, I did. Stan ate his food at a leisurely pace, and when he saw me chomping down my food, he pat my back.

"Poor you. I don't even think you had dinner."

My face turned red when Stan said that. I forgot about food with my parents and all.

"Well, we better get going. See ya later mom!"

"Bye, boys!"

We ran out the door, and walked to South Park Middle School. We held hands throughout the entire walk, but then we heard a voice.

"Hey, you two lovebirds. How's it going between you two?" It was Kenny.

We both chuckled, and Stan put his arm around my shoulder.

"Just perfect."

We both put our heads together, and Kenny chuckled.

"Wow, it's like you two were made for each other."

"Thanks Kenny."

"One question though. What are you gonna do about Eric?"

Shit. I didn't think about fatass. I looked at Stan with a worried look, but he just grinned at me, telling me not to worry. I calmed down, and I thought it was so amazing that Stan can calm me down so easily.

"Well, he we are. See ya, lovebirds!"

"Heh, I think Kenny's gonna call us that for a while now, Ky."

I didn't care. We were lovebirds.

"Well, see ya, babe. Meet me out here when you get out of your last class, alright?"

I nodded. He placed his lips on mine, and he walked away to his homeroom. I was still standing there, paralyzed from his passionate kiss. Stan's gonna be the perfect brother.