White Light

Stan's POV

"Right, that's pretty much everything." Kyle says – holding a full-list written piece of paper in one hand and a pen in the other whilst he nibbles away at its top. "Anything else yer' think we forgot?"

"Hmmmm, nope, can't think of anything else; set date..."

"Check – 5th May."

"Invitations?"

"Check – just needing to print off the design, have them written to all the invites and sent off."

"Location?"

"Check – best dam church in the whole of LA."

If Kyle knows THAT, then it must be good. We had a big long discussion whether it would be a CHRISTIAN thing or JEWISH thing. I said I didn't mind...but Kyle said that too, so our unsure decision was still on balance. In the end, Kyle offered to allow it to be a church marriage – though I can tell from that cheeky sparkle in his eyes that he so wanted it to be a Jewish thing. Never mind.

It's been about five days since we surprised one another with that or should I say, THOSE questions of hand-in-marriage. This morning, however, instead of living the whole day in giddy glee, we decided to act serious and get eveything planned and sorted. We're sat down by the couch with the coffee table nearby. There's so much info on this piece of paper, Kyle's having to use his titanium-barred glasses that I never knew he wore or even had. He hasn't got a problem with his eyes, he just believes it makes him look intelligent. Heh, what a dafty – he doesn't need glasses to show he's smart – EVERYONE including me knows he's smart – he's the smartest guy I know.

"So what about the cake then – I don't want it to be too sweet y'know?"

"Stan, come on, yer' gotta have a bit of a sweet tooth once in a while."

"I know – I just don't want to throw up on the happiest day of our lives, that's all."

"OK, don't you worry – one wedding cake, sweet but not too sweet will be right there on the day too."

That certainly raised a big smile on my face. About ten minutes later, after we've finished going through the rest of the Wedding Day checklist, the front door bell chimes happily and Kyle makes his way to the front door.

"Oh hello there, come on in." I hear Kyle say in a very cheery voice as he makes his way back into the living room...with a guest. "Stan..." He calls to me as I rotate my head. But the surprise of who the guest is makes me jump out of my seat and rotate my whole body 'round.

"Gosh Stan, yer' looking pretty marvelous since I last saw you."

Yep, he may have changed his overall style, but I can still see that 10 year olf version of him on his face. "Butters? Is that you?!"

"Well sure it's me. Yeh, I know I look kinda...different – what with this whole smart get-up and all, but it's still me." He laughs. And he IS looking quite impressive. Dressed in half of a full suit – white shirt, brown tie and black trousers, Leopold 'Butters' Stotch still has that 'Oh Jeez' look on his face – even though it's come complete with a new 'happy as happy can be' attitude and an improved style of short blond hair. "So then..." He gives me a look-over and looks back at me with an impressed look. "Looks like you came out the closet huh?"

"Well..." I look to Kyle who's giving me the 'all clear' look to continue. "...let's just say I opened my eyes to the fact me and HIM ae meant to be TOGETHER together."

Butters lets out a happy squeal and nearly hugs the life out of me. "Well HAMBURGERS, who would have guessed it huh? Our little young Private Marsh now a proud member of the 'happy about who he is' club."

"'Happy about who he is'? That's a new one to me."

"Well get used to it coz' you're looking at Happy Member #1 here!"

We get talking for about fifteen minutes – discussing what's been happening over the past few months between me and Kyle... obviously NOT including the main topic. And obviosuly, Butters never does keep his happiness and excitement in. And as soon as we get a chance to let Butters calm down and finish off our drinks of ice cold orange juice (& vodka), Kyle takes Butters into the kitchen to discuss something...probably the one thing we haven't mentioned to him yet. As they head off, I reach over the TV emote and switch it on – turning immediately to FOX News to see how the Denver Broncos got on.

White Light, doo doo der' doo doo!
White Light, doo doo der' doo!
Alcohol, Alcohol, Alcohol, White Light!

Kyle's POV

"Oh. My. God! Are you serious?!"

"Deadly serious – May 5th." I reply – Butters' jaw still as wide open as it possibly can be.

"Oh jeez – well you certainly got a lot of things to plan out then haven't yer'?"

"Dam right……and it's one of the reasons why I called you over here – I need your assistance and help."

"Of course, with what?"

"Well, a few things. Do you think you can help me out with the invitations and the organizing – I'm trying to keep it as a bit of a surprise for Stan."

"Sure – how many were you guys thinking of inviting?"

"Well……friends and their families from school aside, I'm secretly going to invite Stan's family and my family too. Stan worries day in and day out whether his family are even alive after what's happened in South Park so I want to give to surprise him in the loveliest of ways."

Butters peeps his head around the side to see Stan still watching telly – completely unaware of what we're chatting on about. "You got it Kyle! I'll start helping you tomorrow if you'd like."

"Yeh, that'll be brilliant, thanks dude."

As I begin to make my way back into the living room, Butters begins to speak again. "Hey Kyle, listen, have you had any word from either……"

"NO!" I stop him in his tracks – best not to mention it. It's highly unlikely both of them are still alive after just over 10 years without anything – no calls, no signs, no words, no NOTHING. "And I don't want to Stan to think about that too, alright?"

He gives me a promising nod and I smile again. "Right, I best be off…" Butters begins again. "I've got a company meeting at 10 this morning, so I better make my way to my company's headquarters."

"OK, well I'm glad you popped 'round Butters. And, oh by the way, your Stotch's Red Apples are delicious – make sure you keep selling them."

"Believe me – they're not going anywhere other than to my customer's homes."

With that said, Butters takes down the jacket from off his shoulder, puts it back on and makes his way to the door. And with that, the front door closes again – me and Stan are alone together again.

"Heh, that was quick." Stan turns to face me. "So what was that all about?"

"Oh, just the wedding and stuff. Butters said he'd help me out with everything I need assistance on."

"Kyle, if you needed help, I would have happily assisted yer', you know that."

"Yeh, I know……" I smile – jumping on top of him and staring down into his eyes as he lies down on the leather couch. "BUT………I don't want my husband-to-be getting all tired and stressed out from all this hard work. I want this wedding to be the best in the World and I can't have you working 'til yer' bones are aching."

"Well…oh alright." He smiles back. "Just make sure YOU have enough energy left for when we have our honey-moon afterwards."

"Oh Stan – I NEVER get tired when it comes to things like that." We both laugh and kiss each other which lasts for about another minute of love.

Speaking of which, I have the honey-moon all planned out. As soon as I find a reasonable sunny and hot time, I'm gunna take Stan to the Bahamas. I have my own little vacation villa on one of the private islands, so as soon as we jet off for two weeks of love and happiness, I'll have the villa all cleaned and spick-and-span for our arrival. Two weeks of sun, sea, sand, tropical drinks, love AND sex – can things get any better?! Well, THAT IS all after as Stan said, the happiest day of our lives has taken place. When Stan Marsh and Kyle Broflovski – become PERMANTLY together as Stan & Kyle Marsh-Broflovski. Yep, we were both in agreement over what our surnames would become – and what better way than to share them.

Yes, the future is bright…isn't it?!

White Light, doo doo der' doo doo!
White Light, doo doo der' doo!
Alcohol, Alcohol, Alcohol, White Light!

Four months pass and go just like that. Stan, me and several of our work-colleagues are in one of the most popular 'gay' bars in the whole of LA……celebrating probably the last…well…celebration me and Stan will have as separate individuals before we get married in about a couple weeks time. We've finished completing the last parts of the wedding which were basically paying the final installments and ensuring everything goes smoothly with what we have planned for the day, so I guess now, everything's set for one hell of a wonderful day.

It's about ten o clock on a surprisingly mild December evening. And it seems me and Stan are certainly attracting a lot of attention from the rest of the guys in here. And it isn't long before our engagement and eventual marriage next month is on everyone's lips with guys coming up to us – talking and congratulating us with what they've heard and what we've told them.

Currently, there's some kind of house music playing at the moment so me and Stan have spent the past 10 minutes by the far sipping Bacardi & Cokes whilst chatting away about the usual topics to our colleagues and anyone else who happens to smile and laugh with us too. "So tell us Stan, how'd yer' like the church you're gunna get married in?" Butters – who's also with us, asks. Stan lowers his head in blushing embarrassment as he smiles. He looks at me – hoping that I'll tell the story rather than him. And so I do. After finally organizing where the marriage is going to take place, I decided to take Stan on a little trip to see it.

"Will I like it?" Stan continuously asked – hugging my arm whilst I drove the convertible up the zig-zagging hill.

"Oh believe me, you'll love it. And that's SOMETHING to come from a Jewish guy like me."

"Ooooooo, I can't wait then!" As he relaxed back into his leather seat and set the seat-warmer to level 2, we both caught gaze at the near shot of the church's building shape up ahead. And then, as soon as we got to the top of the hill and outside the church, we stepped out the car and gazed at its beauty. What was to follow, I never saw coming. Stan jumped on top of me – getting a piggy-back styled hug from him as he squealed in joy. "Oh, it's BRILLIANT! I LOVE IT!!!"

"Glad to hear it." I replied as he slid back off me and back onto the ground. I grabbed hold of him and picked him up – carrying him by his waist and back with his arms and legs in the air. "And just think, in a matter of a few weeks, you and I will be able to do this as soon as we're on our honey-moon – only then, we WILL be husband…and husband.

"Who's gunna carry who?"

"Well…I'm carrying you NOW…" I stop short – looking at him with a smile on my face. I think he knew what I was thinking then. And that hasn't changed since.

WHITE LIGHT! WHITE LIGHT! WHITE LIGHT!!!

"Hey Kyle, listen…" Stan drags my thoughts back to the present – tugging at my shirt in the midst of this glowing music-filled disco. "What a lovely song huh?"

I agree – what a perfect love song to dance to this is. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"That depends – is what you're thinking that we make this whole place jealous of just how much we love each other by dancing to this VERY song?"

"Pretty much."

"Well then……YES!" His smile brightens and so he drags me to the centre of the tiled disco floor just as the song gets into its first verse.

A large group of guys start to stand around us in a circle shape as Stan takes hold of both my hands and we start slowly swaying side to side to the slow romantic rhythm of this tune. "Didn't know you could dance?"

"Who said I COULD? I'm just going to the beat."

"Well then…that makes two of us – shall we just dance for the hell of it?"

"Sure – let's make this ANOTHER night to remember."

"OK……ready?!"

"As I'll ever be!"

Who would have guessed we'd be dancing for a longer time. And after the love song, comes a tune that me and Stan can certainly move to – even if we can't dance properly.

Author's Notes: So, that was a bit of a shorter chapter this time 'round. Next up is the second emotion-based non-album tune-based chapter……if that's enough to take in.