AUTHOR'S NOTE: Alright, so I kinda didn't make any chapters for a WHILE, and I've decided to make it up to you guys by making one very, very, VERY long chapter. Sit tight, this one's over 2,000 words, I think.

Stan POV

When me and Kyle were walking back to my house after a very rough day at school, I just see Kyle ready to have his mind broken with anger. I just gulp loudly, and keep walking quickly to my house. We didn't say anything on the way there, nor did we want to, since I didn't want to start shit. As soon as we get to my house, Kyle wiggles out of my arms and rushes at the door, not realizing that I'm the one with the key to my house. Guess he just really wants to be alone.

"Kyle, you do know I have the key right?"

"Please Stan, just open the door." He's about to kill me if I said another word.

After I walked up next to him and unlocked and opened the door, he rushed past me and ran upstairs to my room. I didn't really care, after all, this IS his house now, too. I just look at him climbing up the stairs quickly in a sad manner. I heard footsteps in the kitchen, and I guess my mom had a day off or something she didn't tell me about. I walk to the kitchen, and there she is, cleaning the plates which seem to be the same ones we used in breakfast.

"Stan, you're home awfully early. Did something happen?"

"How are you not killing me right now for being home before school ended?"

"Oh, believe me, I do know school's not over yet. I figure this is about Kyle, yes?" It's weird how quickly our relationship spread to just about all of South Park. Did it get to Canada too? Do Terrance and Phillip know?

"How'd you know?"

"Stan, your face says it all. Also, I'm pretty sure that I didn't hear only one person's footsteps, and I'm also sure those footsteps upstairs aren't yours."

"Guess it's pretty obvious."

"Care to explain what happened?"

So, of course I have to explain everything in a matter of minutes, since I want to be with Kyle who's probably getting a stuffed animal upstairs and throwing knives at it right now.

"Well, after me and Kyle got to school, this kid named Paul seemed to be hitting on Kyle, then Cartman started bullying Kyle, but I kinda sorta knocked him out. Anyway, it was right now that Kenny walked us and said to Kyle that he belongs to him and not me, and that made Kyle give Kenny a death threat, and now we're here."

"Oh my, seems like quite a day. I'll talk to you about this later. I'm pretty sure you should go talk to Kyle right now."

"Right, thanks."

After that, I ran upstairs, opened my door, and I see Kyle laying on my bed, shuddering and sobbing.

"Kyle... Kyle, are you ok?"

He turned back and just said "Yeah, I'm fine." I walk up to him and put my arm around his shoulder, and he outs his head on my lap. He's still crying a bit, and then he tries to talk.

"Stan, why does K-Kenny have t-to do this?"

"I don't really get what you mean, and that's not because you're sobbing." Wow, that felt dickish. I'm pretty sure he felt the same, as he just frowned at me and got off my lap.

"Kyle, don't take that the wrong way. I didn't mean-"

"No, I know you didn't. You're right. I have to stop crying." He said as he's wiping the tears off his face.

I put my arm around his shoulder again. I know how he feels. Kenny was my best friend too, and I don't understand why he would betray both of us like that. Why didn't he tell me anything about him wanting Kyle before? After all, he seemed to be so happy for us when we finally got together.

"Stan, I think we need to talk to Kenny."

"Kyle, I don't think we should do that. You just said you were going to make his blood spill on the floor."

Kyle realized what he was saying, and just shook his head. He buried his head on my covers. I don't really care if they get wet with tears. As long as Kyle eventually gets better, he can cry all over my covers if he wants. I lie down next to him and say "Kyle, can you get up so I can hug you?"

Kyle POV

I just shoved myself into his arms after he said that. It may have been cheesy as hell, but it was what I needed. Why would Kenny do this to us?

"Stan, I think I should just take a nap. Hopefully I can just sleep this away."

"Here, I'll lie down with you."

"Thanks for everything Stan."

"Stop repeating that. You know damn well I'll give up anything for you."

I tried to smile as best as I could, like I was posing for a yearbook picture. However, I found just as difficult as posing for the yearbook picture. I lie down and pull the covers over us. We then fell asleep together.

*SKIP A BIT OF TIME*

Stan POV

I opened my eyes, and look to my left and see that my clock said 6:34 PM in large blue neon numbers. Damn, was I asleep for 4 hours? I thought this was supposed to be a nap...

"Kyle, wake up. It's 6:34, and we should get something to eat. I'm starving."

No answer. It was so dark, since my light was off. I feel around me, and I don't feel anything that could've been Kyle's body.

"Kyle? Kyle? KYLE?" I tried calling out for him, but still no answer. I look to the left of my bed, and there was no orange jacket.

"Oh my God... KYLE!"

I ran downstairs, and found my mom and dad.

"Mom! Dad! Have either of you seen Kyle?!"

My mom and dad just looked at each other, confused. Then my dad looked like he was in a cartoon with a light bulb over his head.

"I think he said something about 'taking care of business, and that careless people need to be dealt with'."

"WHAT?!"

Goddamn it, did Kyle go after Kenny or Cartman by himself?! He knows damn well that he can't take care of himself if he was to get in a fight with both of them! I take out my phone and speed dial Kyle. Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, voicemail. Shit!

"Mom, dad, sorry, but I have to go find Kyle. Please, call me if he decides to show up here before me."

Both of my parents nodded their heads, and I took my coat, and ran out the door, locking it behind me. Who does Kyle hate more... Cartman or Kenny... I thought to myself. I decided to go for Cartman first, since he was much closer to my house than Kenny. I run as quick as I can, and see Cartman's house in the distance. Thank God it wasn't all that dark outside, or else I would be running aimlessly. I knocked Cartman's door as hard as I could, and I don't even know how many times I knocked. Eventually, Cartman's mom answered.

"Hi, Ms. Cartman, have you seen Kyle?" Please say yes...

"As a matter of fact, I think Eric said something about going to play at Kenny's house with Kyle."

This can't be happening. "Alright, thank you!" I knew it! Kyle thinks he can handle both of those jackasses by himself?! I have to get there at a breakneck pace, who knows what they could be doing to him?! I did just that, but Kenny's house seemed so much farther than I remembered. It seemed like it took me half an hour to get to his house. Not so much breakneck, more on the lines of careless boyfriend... I smash on Kenny's door, which has a hole at the very bottom, because of his poor maintenance. Eventually, Kenny's dad answered.

"Hi, Mr. McCormick. Have you seen Cartman, Kyle, or Kenny?"

"Why, yes, they're outside in the backyard. Who knows what they've been doing out there, though. It's been almost an hour." Oh God...

"Please, can I go see?"

"Sure, right this way."

"Thank you!"

I ran as quick as I could. If I broke anything in my way, oh well. They're not in possession of anything valuable anyways, except what seemed to be the vase that held Kenny's ashes when we thought he was gone for good. The vase was broken, and only had broken shards on the table. Why the hell am I looking at the vase who held the ashes of my somehow alive 'friend'?! I got to the door that leads to the backyard, opened it, and gasped. Kyle was on the floor, with blood coming out of a huge gash in his arm. No one seemed to be around.

"OH MY GOD, KYLE WHAT HAPPENED?!"

"S-Stan...?"

"Why did you think this was a good idea?!"

"Heh, guess I'm not as smart as you thought..."

"Kyle, I'm getting you back home, and to the hospital. You're losing blood fast..."

I carried him in a bride like way, and he seemed to be worried about something. The only thing he should be worried about is not dying of blood loss.

"Where did they go... I have to get them back..."

"Kyle, right now, you're not in the position to get ANYONE back."

"I'll get them as soon as you stop worrying then..."

"Then you can sit your little ass down on my bed and stay there because I'm not gonna stop worrying about you."

I ran indoors, and rushed out the front door, which for some reason, no one closed it. Is someone expecting me to rush out here? I walk out the door, in a much 'calmer' way than I was when I picked up Kyle. I look around me, and no one seems to be around, still. Someone is watching me... "Show yourself, you pricks! I know you're hiding somewhere!"

"S-Stan..."

Oh God, I forgot my boyfriend was dying in my arms... No time to kill anyone yet. I have to get Kyle home. I rush the same way I did to get to Kenny's house, only reversing my steps. I ran for what seemed like an hour, since I had about 120 pounds in my arms, it kinda slowed me down. Hopefully he's still conscious. It seems like the bleeding is calming down... I try to get out my keys from my pocket, without dropping Kyle. That was one hell of a time, because I swear I stayed there for about 2 minutes trying to get my keys. I unlock the door, rush in and close the door behind me, and go right upstairs. I don't even know if my parents saw Kyle yet. I opened the door to my room, and set Kyle down.

"Kyle, please wake up..."

"S-Stan..."

"Oh thank God, you're alright..."

"Did you r-really rush all around S-South Park to get m-me...?"

"That's a pretty obvious question..."

"I l-love you s-so much..."

"The feeling's mutual, Ky... please, just get some rest..."

Hopefully he can sleep well... Damn, 8:46. How long was I gone? I went downstairs, and greeted my mom and dad.

"Well? Did you find him?" Guess I was right about them not seeing Kyle, because my dad clearly didn't see him.

"I guess I got him upstairs so fast, that you didn't see him..."

"Why do you sound so mopy, son?"

"Kyle has a giant gash in his arm... he's losing blood fast..."

"Oh my... we have to get him to a hospital quick! Get Kyle, and get in the car, Stan. We're going to Hell's Pass!"

I've never felt so happy for my mom in my life. Don't worry Kyle... you're not dying before me.