Stan leaned in slowly so that he wouldn't freak Kyle out, keeping his hand in his friend's thick fiery hair to ensure he wouldn't chicken out, and gently placed his lips on Kyle's.

Unexpectedly, Kyle leaned into it just enough to put pressure on his own lips. Before he knew it, Stan absentmindedly slipped his tongue out to taste his friend's lips. Kyle parted his mouth and let the foreign object in with compete satisfaction. He let his own tongue dance around and caress his friend's tongue.

It was only when Stan gently placed his hand on Kyle's back that they jerked away from each other. All they could do was stare at the ground, waiting on something to be said.

"Well, that was weird, huh?" Kyle finally croaked out and journeyed his eyes slowly up to Stan's face, who was glowing probably as much as he felt his radiating. "Kenny probably would have been better," he added, jesting with a smirk on his face.

Stan didn't look at him. The black hair just covered those beautiful blue eyes that Kyle so desperately wanted to see. He wanted to see that everything was ok. He didn't want his friend to be freaked out. It was nothing, really.

To his horror, Stan just stood up and walked to the door. "I'll see you later dude…" he mumbled and took off down the hall before Kyle could even take in what was happening.

Kyle Broflovski did not sleep that night.

After calling over to his best friend's house for several hours without an answer, Stan's mom finally picked up when she got home from work and informed him that Stan hadn't come home. She said that he had called her, telling her that he was going out with Wendy for a little while. Kyle then asked her to give his friend a message to call him when he got home.

That was hours ago.

It was three in the morning and Kyle Broflovski was pacing his room waiting on a call that would probably not come. He felt like a jerk. Did Stan think his friend was a fag? Did it freak him out? Was he mad? He had suggested it for Christ's sake! It really wasn't a big deal! Nothing had changed between them as far as the Jew was concerned.

A couple more hours and the sun came up. Just as he had predicted, no call from his elusive best friend. That was ok. He probably just took a little time to calm down…and fuck his girlfriend…again. He couldn't think of that without getting mad.

He knew it was stupid that they promised to get laid at the same time so that they wouldn't feel left out. Stan had always been the lady's man and Kyle…well he was the side kick, the nerd. Stan wasn't going to wait forever.

Truthfully, Kyle never had been into girls much, except when Bebe had first gotten boobs. Just the reminder of that gave him chills of horror. He had been so dumb when he was little. As long as he had his best friend everything was good. He didn't need a girl, just Stan. The thought brought a smile to his lips.

He walked slowly to school, hoping that Stan wouldn't try to skip. If he did, that would just piss him off and he would have to find him and beat the shit out of him for good measure. Then everything would be ok again.

"Hey Kyle, where's Stan?" a timid voice broke the redhead form his contemplation. He looked up, annoyed.

"Hey Butters…" he sighed and kept walking with his head down, hoping that if he ignored the skinny blond headed boy he would go away. Not true.

"Hey…can I walk to school with you? I don't want Cartman to catch me alone again. He sure is a meanie!" Butters asked hopefully.

"Whatever Butters…"

The blond smiled and jumped a little, "Yippee! Well-a thanks Kyle…" He smiled and ran to catch up with the Jew and they walked on to school together.

"Stan! Dude where have you been? I tried to call you like a million times yesterday!" Kyle called above the roar of the hallway crowd. He was just glad Stan hadn't skipped.

His best friend just gave him a glare. "I broke up with Wendy yesterday, asshole," he said, face turning red with emotion.

"Dude, sweet! Now we can hang out like we used to. No stupid girls around to muddle anyone's minds!" Kyle was beyond happy that his friend was all his again. But a chilly look from Stan gave him a deep feeling that something was up.

"No dude! No, I don't know…Fuck, what the hell did you do to me?! This is your fault!" Stan shrieked.

Kyle looked at him quizzically. "What's wrong Stan?"

Stanley Marsh grinned manically. "I went out with Wendy again last night. We made out, did stuff…but I couldn't keep my mind on her! All I could think about was that fucking kiss! I told her I needed time to think. Dude, I am so confused…" he trailed off, a tear coming to his eye.

A lightning bolt wouldn't have had the same effect on Kyle. "Hey, it's ok. Look, if you want I can stay away from you for a while too ok?" He offered even though it pained him.

Stan's eyes went wide. "No dude! It's not like that!" He dropped his gaze to meet the floor. A blush was forming deeper and deeper with every passing moment. "Meet me at my house after school?"

The curly rusty head nodded enthusiastically. "Sure, I'll be there!" Kyle was just happy that his best friend wasn't trying to avoid him anymore…