**This will be the last chapter for about 3 weeks, as I am going on holiday. Will write when I am away though and publish as quickly as I can when I get back. Oh and the content in the next chapter might push the story to a 'M' rating, so if you can't find it, check your filters. Hope you enjoy :)**

The last lesson of the day was history, but Kenny had been moved down to the second class for this, so he and Kyle were separated. Kyle spent most of the lesson thinking, about the night and what was to come, but still found the time to complete the essay that he had been set, handing it proudly to the teacher when the bell rang. Kenny on the other hand, had been completely distracted. He hadn't even heard the bell ring and it took a tap on the shoulder from the teacher before he realised that it was time to leave. Suddenly excited, Kenny quickly left the class after handing the blank sheet to the teacher, who luckily didn't look at it. He darted out of the school gates and ran home to wait for Kyle.

Kyle watched the snow fall around him, flakes sticking in the curls of his hair and causing him to shiver. It was magical, as the flakes seemed like they were everywhere, not so much a blizzard, but a shower of tiny icy droplets. It took him longer to reach home than usual, due to the snow distracting him and when he did, he was greeted by his angry mother, complaining that he would get cold if he stayed out in the snow any longer. Wiping his hair with a towel, Kyle quickly changed into a shirt and jeans and sprayed on some aftershave. Kenny probably wouldn't even notice that Kyle had made an effort, being as sex-obsessed as he was, but Kyle felt better dressed up. He texted Kenny as he sat on the bed, tying his laces:

"Bout 2 leave b there soon x"

Immediately, Kenny replied:

"C u soon, u betta be ready! X"

Kenny put his phone down on his bedside table and smiled. It was going perfectly. The dream that he had been wishing for his whole life, was now going to be a reality. He set about tidying his room, stashing his porn mags under his bed, getting some of the worst stains out of the carpet and putting all of his school work to one side. Kyle noticed things like that and all he needed to do was keep Kyle happy. Then he could have him forever…

Ensuring that he had his jacket securely fastened, Kyle let his mom give him the once over before he left. He had to keep reminding himself that she was only looking out for him, to prevent him shouting at her in frustration. It was just too much sometimes. But finally, Kyle was able to leave and he again marvelled at the falling snow as he walked slowly. He passed Stan's, but then as he passed Cartman's, he noticed him; sitting at the window; staring off into the sunset. Kyle broke into a jog and got around the corner without Cartman even noticing that he was there. He couldn't be bothered with his insults today, all he wanted to do was think about Kenny.

The walk to Kenny's house seemed much shorter in the light of day and with the added excitement of what was to come. It seemed like mere moments later that Kyle was standing outside of the small rundown bungalow, wondering if Kenny's parents were home. He could bet that Kenny had told them nothing, but surely they wouldn't mind Kyle coming around. Despite their problems, they still had their son's best interests at heart.

Kenny's mom answered the door and greeted Kyle with a warm smile. "Oh, hello Kyle. Let me get you a drink, Kenny's just in his room."

"Thanks Mrs McCormick!" Kyle replied graciously, as she wandered off into the kitchen and returned seconds later with a can of beer. "I'm afraid we're all out of soda, I hope this is okay?"

"Er, yeah that's fine… thanks…" Kyle said hastily. Could his mom and Kenny's mom be any different? 'Kenny must be the luckiest kid alive,' Kyle thought, 'having a mom who thinks beer and soda are the same thing!' He cracked open the beer and took a sip, before walking through to the back of the house and knocking on Kenny's door. Immediately, it opened a crack and Kenny's head appeared, silently beckoning him to enter.

As Kyle moved into the room, Kenny slammed the door shut behind him and breathed a sigh of relief. The room was very smoky and for a moment, Kyle wondered where it was all coming from, until he saw the cigarette limply dangling from Kenny's mouth. He took a long drag, then pulled another from a packet on the desk beside him and held it out to Kyle. "Warms you up inside," he said.

Kyle's mother had always said that Kenny was a bad influence, ever since he had taught Kyle everything about sex in the fourth grade. And now Kyle was starting to realise what she meant. Kenny didn't stick to the rules, he was a rebel, though not as bad as most. But Kyle didn't care what she thought. Kenny was his friend and if smoking a few cigarettes was what was needed to keep it that way, so be it.

Kyle took a hold of the cigarette whilst Kenny lit it with his zippo, then Kyle raised it to his mouth and attempted to mimic the casual style in which Kenny had taken a drag moments before. However, he was unsuccessful and Kenny began to laugh hysterically, as Kyle coughed profusely, feeling as if his lungs were on fire. Yet, gradually he became accustomed to the feeling and realised that Kenny was right; it did warm you up.

They both sat down, Kenny on the floor, Kyle on the bed and merely observed the smoke rising into the air, escaping through small cracks in the ceiling, leading up to the attic. The snow still fell outside and it was mesmerising, watching the two seemingly independent elements dance through the air, together in harmony. The smoking seemed to relax Kyle and he lay back on the bed and gazed at the ceiling, while Kenny leant against Kyle's legs and chuckled to himself. At the same moment, both boys moved their hands towards the ashtray that lay on Kenny's bedside table and their hands touched. Kyle felt a buzz all through his body, the same he had felt each time they had been together and stared into Kenny's bright blue eyes, trying to see his soul and all that lay within. The blonde boy just smiled, took a final drag on his cigarette and laid it in the ashtray. Kyle mimicked him and then also smiled. He was ready.