Kyle POV

Stan and I will always be happy together. I know we will. That's what I kept thinking throughout school. Well, we are, but I can't help but feel that something is wrong with Stan. Whenever we hug or kiss, he always looks away for a minute, then looks at me again. I think something is on his mind, and he doesn't want to tell me…

"Kyle, I think something's wrong… you never space out in class…"

I woke up from my thought, and noticed that 3rd period ended, and I was the only one in the classroom, besides my teacher. Everyone else was at lunch already.

"H-huh?! I'm sorry, I've just been thinking about things lately. That's all." Great. I just said something that'll make her question me even more.

"Well, what 'things'?"

"Um, just things about my parents, and my… friend, Stan."

"Is this boy named Stan Marsh?"

Wait, did she just say Stan's last name? Does she know Stan? Ugh, I swear, if my parents said anything about this, it will be the end of me.

"Y-yes, that's his last name."

"I see. Well, your parents told me about this boy, and they told me that you have developed feelings for this boy. I didn't know you are homosexual, Kyle."

Ugh, I don't really like those words when they are being directed towards me. I just think of myself as bisexual. Even though I don't really like girls anymore.

"U-um, well, the thing is… he also has feelings for me."

"Oh, is that right? Well, I guess there is no problem about that then. But, if I recall, you said you were thinking about him right now. What were you thinking about?"

Crap. I think this is gonna end badly…

"U-um…"

"Kyle, if you think I'm being intrusive, all you have to do is tell me to stop. I don't want to invade your personal life if you don't want me to."

I nodded. I really didn't think she was being intrusive, I made it pretty damn obvious that I was thinking about something, but I don't want to talk to anyone about this but Stan. I can't trust anyone else. Only Stan can know about my thoughts…

"Um, can I please leave to go to lunch?"

"Sure, Kyle. Go ahead."

I stood up from my desk, and left the room in a quick, but not too quick, manner. I walked quickly to my locker to get my lunch bag, and then to the cafeteria. I wanted to talk with Stan. Alone. I don't even want Kenny to hear our conversation, him supporting us or not. As soon as I ended my thoughts, I ran into the cafeteria door like an idiot. Ow… I felt like such a retard. Embarrassing moment aside, I pushed the door open, and looked for Stan. After what I think was about 3946364 hours, I finally found him, sitting with people I don't know, but he wasn't talking to anyone. I walked towards him, and he noticed me. I don't even know what his face was telling me. His face was a sad, but happy look. I sat down next to him, and he kissed me on the cheek.

"Hey babe."

He said that in a depressed emotion. Something was definitely wrong, and I'm pretty sure he noticed my worried face.

"Stan, I can't help but notice you have a sad tone in your voice. Something wrong?"

"Y-yeah. I think Kenny spilled our secret."

Hold on, let me recollect my thoughts here. Did I just hear… him say that MORE people know of our relationship?

"Wait, what did you just say?" I had to make sure.

"You heard me. Kenny. Told. Our. Secret."

Now I know I can't trust anyone. Kenny told our secret, and now I know somehow this'll get to Cartman. Hell, he may have been the first person Kenny told.

"Why would he spill?"

"I don't know Kyle. All I know is that we can't make anything obvious. That means, no hugging or anything in school."

I hate to admit it, but he was right. More people are gonna be up in our faces, and I know that this'll end up in a fight, or even worse.

"I'll still live with you, right?"

"Of course. You don't have anywhere else."

I thought I could've stayed at Kenny's if Stan couldn't take me in, but now Stan is the only one I can stay with.

"Stan, I'm sorry…"

He looked at me like I was crazy. I had to do some explaining…

"I think I've been causing too much drama in yo-"

He stopped me with a kiss that was so passionate, that I don't think I'm ever gonna experience a better kiss than that. I didn't really kiss back, because it all happened to fast.

"What was that for?"

"To get you to stop lying. You know you're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

My face became a tomato. I couldn't believe it. He just said that I was the best thing that's ever happened to him. Was that true, or was he just telling me that to stop talking?

"Thank you Stan…"

I hugged him, while crying tears of joy. He started sniffling, and I couldn't believe it. Was Stan about to cry? I haven't seen him cry since he was 10.

"S-Stan, are you crying?"

"N-no… I just have something in my eye."

He was so cute when he lied. He knew that I didn't believe him, and I was just happy that Stan really meant what he said before.

"W-well, K-Ky. We should get to c-class."

I didn't let him go. I wanted to be with him longer. He started chuckling, and I didn't really know why.

"C'mon, Ky. You gotta get to class. I know that your teachers are really strict."

He was right. I let go of him slowly, but I hugged him again for a short time. Then I got up and walked away.

"Bye, babe."

"Bye…"

He said goodbye in a happy tone this time, and that raised my mood. At least he was happy again. At this point, I didn't care if anyone started making fun of me. However, that all stopped when Cartman was at my locker, waiting for me. Shit, he definitely knows! Kenny, you bastard!

"Why hello there, Jew."

"Ugh, what do you want, fatass?"

He paused for a moment. But he punched me on the shoulder, lightly.

"Oh nothing. Just tell me how you fell in love with Stan." I growled. This was gonna get ugly if he starts mocking Stan.

"I fell in love with him, because he was there for all my life. And he was there when I needed him most. And I know that he loves me back. He even took me in when he found out that my parents disowned me."

Cartman gasped. I think I just told him something that shouldn't be said.

"Oh, you got disowned, Jew? Well, that's what you get Kahl. Calling me a fatass finally got to you."

"This isn't about karma, fatass. This was because I love Stan, and my parents don't support the idea of their son being a gay Jewish boy."

"Heh. I don't support them either." He punched me again, but this time, like he was looking to start a fight.

"Fatass, I don't wanna fight. You know we've had fights in the past, and you haven't won."

He growled at me. But just as he was about to punch me again, someone kicked him in the back, knocking him on the ground. It was Stan.

"Fatass, don't you EVER try to punch Kyle if you want to live with all your organs."

I smiled at Stan, and hugged him. He hugged me back, smiling at me. We both knew that school was about to become a battlefield for us.