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Author's Notes: So, it's wedding day – the prelude of the whole day from both boy's POVs...oh, and a third. But what they don't know is that there are a few surprises waiting during this special day. One you people know about...and one, that only I know about. ;)

All of which makes me anxious – at times I'm bareably so.

Double Bass

Stan's POV

The day has finally arrived for us two. I've never realy worn this whole get-up since Kyle got me it WAY back all those months ago, but at least I've got some great comfort in knowing it's the clothes I'm gunna get married in. Heh, I wonder if that's the reason why he bought me them. I'm wearing a fully-loaded suit with blackish grey jacket, white shirt, black tie, black trousers, black socks and black leather shoes. And as I sit in the back seat of this advanced-hired limousine, (roll eyes) I look around to see my family who I haven't seen for well over 10 years by my side...at last for the biggest and definately, happiest day of my life.

A week prior to the wedding, Kyle surprised me by taking me to a secret location somewhere in the city. To make it even more interesting and cheeky for Kyle's gain, he blindfolded me and made me blindly stare into pitch blackness for the whole of the car journey in the middle of an early Spring evening. After brushing away the dizziness I suffered because of the length of that journey AND after reovering my bearings, Kyle took off my blind-fold. What I then saw in front of my eyes, made me collapse into tears of absolute joy. There in the middle of some kind of celebration room-for-hire, were all my family – even the family that I hardly see were all there...as well as Kyle's whole family too. Well, what do you expect from a guy like me who's had to suffer 10 years without absolutely no contact from ANYONE?

After giving my mom and dad the biggest hugs around their early-60's bodies...and giving my sister...well...the biggest 'Hello' I could possibly give to that bi...errrr...big sister, the first question I immediately HAD to know...was like I said it: "How the hell did you survive what happened in our town? I thought you'd...well...y'know."

"Ha, don't be stupid son..." My dad immediately butted in to respond. "If we can survive old people, the homeless and even the Vatican, then we can definately survive a stupid goddam war."

Every one of them went on to explain that the Government had refused to initiate emergency evacuations for the people of South Park when news came that our town was becoming the newest area of America that was a battlefield duing the war. Fearing the worst, a small secret group of families, businesses and groups of people decided to evacuate the town without Government's and state official's permission. The higher-ups had issued a curfue for Americans to abide by, but the group managed to sneak by JUST and travelled acoss the country to a safe and remote area...far away from the war. Though some people managed to escape and evacuate South Park...the same couldn't be said for the majority who remained in the town. And...well...like I told Kyle way back when I found myself in hospital with him by my side, when me and my army group were sent to South Park to engage the enemy, all we found was destruction and dead bodies. 70 FUCKING PERCENT of the whole Colorado state population...were dead...just like that.

"I'm just so fucking glad you're alive..." I hugged my parents again with a tear running down my face. "I'm sorry for leaving you like I did."

"NO STAN, it's not your fault, it's ours. We should never have forced you to join the army. Esspecially...under the circumstances you realise that you've been in...for quite some time."

"What do you mean...?"

But just as I recall what they meant by that, I find my mom leaning over 'trying' to sort my tie by messing around with it. Heh, mom's never change do they? "Awww, MOM, I just sent over and hour getting this suit all nice and smart and you go and ruin it."

"I'm only trying to help sweetie. I don't want my son looking messy on HIS big day."

Suddenly, I recall the memory and it causes me to question how my parents feel about this whole thing after all. I know they already expressed their views that night, but hearing it again would make me feel a whole lot better.

"Mom, dad. You are alright about me being the way I am, right?" They both give me odd stares, just as I expected them to. "I mean, you ARE cool with me marrying...a guy right – that I AM marryin my best friend, Kyle."

After messing with her new MP5 Cell Phone, my sister looks up to listen in to the conversation. I'm betting that she's betting my parents will go against it, the bi...oh screw it, BITCH, there I said it!

"Stan, sweetie – it's not as if we haven't known about you and Kyle y'know."

"WHAT?!" Yeh, WHAT!?

"We're your parents Stan, of course we've known ever since you two were 10. We didn't want to tell you because we knew Kyle'd be the right person to tell you personally. I'm not sure on whether Kyle's parents knew about it, but we sure as hell did. But Stan, we're fine with it – don't EVER feel ashamed or embarassed about it, WE ARE fine about it. Just as long as you're happy...then we will be too."

"Oh believe me, I AM happy. More happier than you can ever imagine. Just don't faint or cry out when it comes to the kissing part, okay?"

And that is one billion percent TRUE. And as soon as we walk out that church finally as a couple and Kyle TRIES to carry me over the thresh-hold (roll eyes again), the most happiest moment of my life will begin...and will last for as long as I exist...and beyond.

All of which makes me anxious – at times I'm bareably so.

Kyle's POV

If you had asked me back when I was 10 whether or not I believed I'd be standing in the ante-room of a church waiting for my husband-to-be to arrive at his secret waiting area so that the happiest moment of my young life can begin, I would have definately...said YES! I've been hoping and waiting for this very day ever since I lay sweet eyes on Stan Marsh – the adorable love of my life. Looking at my watch, the ana-digi symbols signify it's just past 1 in the afternoon. The weather was expected to be bright and sunny today, yet it looks a tad cloudy in some places. Hopefully, they'll piss off to France or somewhere like that so that this day can be bathed in the warm glow of the afternoon sun.

I'm not undermining my emotions here – I'm more happier than a kid in a candy store at the moment, but I'm a feeling...well...a bit 'mmmmmmmmeh' about something. When Stan left last night so that both of us were now split up for the wedding day reunion, this unusual noise in my head started whispering to me as if it were a real person talking to me.

"You...need...to...be...cautious...of...the...events...of...tomorrow..."

"Cautious? WHO IS THAT? Where are you, whoever you are?!"

After about twenty seconds of silence, I thought that the voice was just something I was imaging, but then like an icy chill down my spine, the sudden toned noise of a voice came back. "Protect...and...defend...what...you...love...use...the...weapon...of...your...home's...origin."

"Use the weapon of your home's origin? WHAT?!"

But it was only when the voice told me where to go and I found what he/it was telling me to look for and pick up, that I realised what he was trying to say.

Now, as I stand wearing a full professionally-tailored brownish black suit, I look back down at where my suit's jacket meets my trousers. Only THEN and only THERE...is where I...and I alone, can see the small bulge of 'something' appearing from out the side of my waist – an object which that voice in my head had cryptically advised me to take today. I hope this whole thing get's explained before me and Stan actually say our vows and get married – I'm not walking up to the front with THAT friggin' thing underneath my jacket. JESUS CHRIST!

Apart from that, I'm 99.9 percent positive that everything will run fully smoothly today. Arrive, get married, snap some photos, go to the after-wedding party, plan the honeymoon...and I guess after that, life is nothing but fun, games, enjoyment...and love.

I'm so glad that everyone I ever knew from my childhood is back here to witness today the begiining of my marriage with Stan. All my class-mates, my old teachers from school - well...all but one whom I'm glad ISN'T here, his/her ranting about gay couples isn't something Ime or Stan would have wanted. As well as that, some out-of-school friends, college people and most important of all...my family are ALL here which is something that makes me really happy too. My mom and dad, though now in their 60's still act just like the over-protective parents I knew of back in my child-hood. My brother Ike is finally a teen and is showing some intriguing knowledge and interest in Law & Criminology...I guess, just like his dad – my dad, in case you're kinda confused. Dad's still the bronze-status lawyer like he's always been and my mom's...well, kinda taken all the over-protection she had on me and showered it now on Ike. And I can see and tell by Ike's expressions and emotions that he's finding it just as annoying as I did.

I look at my watch again and the big and small hands both point at the number 1. Good thing time's on my side today – bad thing that Stan hasn't arrived yet. Every passing minute is like a worry rush in my head. As soon as I get word from my best-man, Butters, that he and his family have arrived, the ceremony can begin and I'll feel much more relaxed – well relaxed enough to TRY and keep in all the excitement and giddyness I'll probably share with Stan as we stand at the front of the church and say our vows and promises.

"KYLE, KYLE!" Butters comes rushing in with a light brown suit on – out of breath and out of hair gel by the looks of it.

"Butters, has he arrived yet?"

"Well...yes...and...no."

Huh? "Yes AND No?"

"Well, we saw his limousine pull up but he didn't seem to enter the part of the church that he was supposed to go to. It was as if he was heading somewhere else around the church area?"

"WHAT? WHERE?!"

"I don't know, I lost sight of him as soon as I came rushing in here to tell you."

"Butters, why didn't you follow him?"

"Oh jeez, OH HAMBURGERS! I'm sorry Kyle – God I'm such a fucking idiot."

"Don't worry Butters, I'll go find him."

"WHAT?! But you're one of the husbands-to-be? You can't go out to look for him?"

"YES I CAN. Just tell the guests that the wedding will be starting shortly and that they should take their seats shortly – that'll give me plenty of time, GO!"

"K-Kyle..."

"Please, just go and do it, Butters."

"OK Kyle, make sure you find Stan alright?"

But before I here the entire final sentence, I'm already half-way out of the ante-room and sprinting down the corridor to make my way outside. Let's hope this is just a mix-up. Stan said he'd never leave the church until we were both in each other's arms and married...so I know he's not thinking the most obvious of reasoning answers. So then...what the hell's going on?!

Kenny's POV

So, THIS is the church they were mentioning on the news huh? Looks pretty retro and old to me. Then again, most churches look old, ha ha. Let's have a look at this brilliant little fake wedding invitation. You...Kenny McCormick...are accordingly invited to witness the marriage of...Stan Marsh...&...Kyle Broflovski...at St. Suminorother's church on a big fat-ass hill somewhere in LA. Well, at least the design of the invitation is spot on – no one'll suspect a thing. I've come dressed in a brown suit with an uncomfortably tight white shirt fastened around my neck underneath my jacket, and I'm quite surprised it's feeling less cooler and cloudier than what Mr. Smug Weatherman had told us all last night. Funny how even in the greatest of events for two of my best friends, no amount of hair gel can tame my scruffed-up dirty-blond hair. Ah well, never mind – at least the suit's the main concern – beat's the compact old parka of 16 years ago.

I hope Kyle followed my advice last night. I knew I can ressurect my soul and body as many times as I want, but who would have thought I could use my 'gift' to talk to people sneakilly in their heads. I didn't want to give away it was me through my voice so I just turned on one of those mysterious bull-shit voices you hear in those crappy supernatural movies on telly and used what little cryptic-message knowledge I had from reading 'The Da Vinci Code' to guide Kyle in getting that thing I KNEW he had in posession...somewhere in his home.

The reason why I DID that...is because...I have a feeling...that something doesn't feel right...that something...unusual...is present here. But...what the hell does or COULD that even mean?

Is something...or...someone here...whom we don't know about? I better do a little snooping 'round the area before my suspicions are realised.

I just hope Stan and Kyle don't get into any trouble - I haven't even re-introduced myself yet.

Author's Comments: I don't know whether to class that as easy or hard to have written because of the one single line of lyric words. So what exactly is going on, I hear you ask, right? Now why would I want to tell you that, now? You're just going to have to read THE FINAL SECTION of this story to find out.