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Kyle awoke with a start. When had he fallen asleep? Trying to regain his blood pressure to normal, he rolled over to check on Stan. His friend wasn't in the bed. The Jewish teen leapt from the bed as if it were on fire. "Stan, where are you?!" he rasped, trying to focus his eyesight in the darkness. He saw a door ajar and quickly glided into the next room.

Stan was asleep next to the commode, resting his cheek on the smooth cool porcelain of the seat. His clothes were sodden with vomit. Kyle sighed with relief and then crinkled his nose in disgust. The room smelled awful. He scratched his ass as he moved toward his raven haired charge, assessing his next moves. The clothes would have to come off.

He propped Stan the best he could against the wall and unbuttoned his friend's shirt, gently removing it from his shoulders as he worked. A bead of sweat formed on his brow when he moved to the soggy jeans, unbuttoning the pants and slowly unzipping the zipper, making sure nothing got caught. After a struggle he had the foul jeans off and crumpled in the farthest corner of the large bathroom with the shirt. He rolled his eyes and took a deep breath in hopes not to gag. Stan's boxers reeked of piss.

"Ok man, I'm gonna have to take off your boxers. Just stay still…" he whispered into the unconscious young man's ear. He carefully gripped each side of the waist band and tugged them down his friend's long legs, blushing scarlet as he did so. What a guy does for love…no matter how painful or embarrassing. He wondered how many times Wendy had done this same motion then choked a little. He decided to keep his mind to himself and to the matter at hand.

"…Kyle…" Stan murmured, struggling to regain consciousness, "…Know you…Love…Kyle…" The Jew's blood froze, but he kept his cool and found a towel in the closet to wipe the rest of the foul smelling puke from his friend's face. He decided talking was a good sign and tried to talk back. "Yes Stan, I know you love me. Shit dude, this time hit you hard. You shouldn't drink so much. It could hurt you…"

Stan shook his head furiously in his stupor, "No…Kyle loves me…Kyle…"

He couldn't help it. Kyle's heart pounded and his eyes soften as they went in and out of focus from the blurry mess forming in his eyes, "Yah dude, Kyle loves you…"

Stan's eyes snapped open and he lunged his face violently into his best friend's, grabbing his chest as he did so. His eyes closed again gently as he kissed Kyle's lower lip. Tears were streaming constantly now from the Jew's eyes. He pulled back at a rate so as not to alarm his ebony headed companion. "Dude, you're drunk…"

Stan shook his head again, "Love you…" He wouldn't let go of his crimson headed prisoner, who was shaking.

Kyle's eyes were squeezed tight in attempts to stop off the flow of his tears. "Why…are you…fucking with me? Do you really know my secrets? You are drunker than hell and I hate it…Why can't you want me sober?"

"Love you…Kye…"

In the back of the Jew's head, an old saying ran on and on,

A drunk man's words

Are a sober man's thoughts…

Likely. He wiped his face off with the towel and wrapped it around his babbling friend so he wouldn't get cold and picked him up to take him back to the bedroom. "You are never drinking again…never," he murmured into the incompetent's ear as he laid him down and pulled a cover up over him, "This is the last time I do this for you…" He knew that one was a lie. He knew he would be there the next time Stan got drunk, or broken up with, or hurt, or anything really. That's what best friends do, even best friends who are in love with their best friends. He decided he needed a plan.

"You know what we should do, Stan? Go to the beach or something…just the two of us. That would be fun, right dude? That would be a great way to spend our last summer before college. No Cartman, no Kenny, and especially no Wendy!"

"Fuck Wendy…"

Kyle smiled broadly, not even considering that his friend could mean it another way, "Yah, fuck Wendy!" He rubbed the boy's black hair playfully. "Now you just gotta promise. Promise me, Stan, that you will go with me to the beach this summer and leave Wendy behind."

"Promise…"

Kyle grinned. He had trapped him. Stan had to go with him now, even if he was drunk when he promised. Besides, he owed him big time for this. Kyle fell asleep with the first real smile he had worn that night. Maybe this summer wouldn't be a blow like summers always were. Maybe it would be fun. Maybe he would tell Stan everything. Maybe Stan would share his feelings. Maybe not...

Sorry the chappie is so short. I think I have written about three different plots for this one before I decided. I love all of your thoughts about where the story could head but of course I can't tell you what I have decided. Also, thank you, gman2006 for your suggestions.

I know it wasn't as angsty or sappy, but I am getting somewhere, I promise! ;

Review and tell me what you think so far! I would really appreciate it!