Sorry it too me so long to write a new chappie. Major writers block for a week or two. ; Thanks for all the reviewsI have gotten! It means a lot to me that someone out there like what I write. I have to say, I like this chapter. And I hope you like it to!

"Woooooo! Ya, dude….this is it!" Stan yelled in slightly drunken ecstasy. Kyle couldn't help but smile back at his best friend, who was currently slouching on his shoulder and spilling booze down his favorite shirt. True, Stan was drunk…again…but this was a special occasion. It was happening in the morning.

When Stan had told his best friend's parents about the beach idea a couple of weeks ago, it had caught their attention and the Sheila Broflovski had actually agreed to let her son out of her sight for two whole weeks. It was a miracle and it was happening. Not only was it happening for the young Jew, but it was happening with his best friend. His grin broadened.

"Kyle, cummon man, I've never seen you drink…relax and enjoy yourself a little…" A wavering bottle was pushed into the red head's direction. Kyle glanced down at it and shook his head. He tried not to look into Stan's pleading eyes; if he did he might fall for it. He decided to try the caretaker technique that always worked for him.

"Dude, if I get drunk, who's gonna look out for everything…" for you…

As if reading his best friend's mind, Stan gave Kyle a crooked grin. "Ok ok ok, how bout this? If you chill tonight and party with me, I won't take another drink of alcohol. You won't get caught by your mother cause we are here at my house and you can just sleep it off and we can leave in the morning, no worries!"

Emerald eyes met sapphire ones.

Kyle pondered on the suggestion for only a moment before deciding. "Ok dude, but I'm not drinking much!"

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"Just can't get any better than this ya know? Outta high school hell and goin' to college in the fall and going to the beach and goin' with you…" Kyle had to pause for his hiccup.

"I loved high school…" Stan mused, nodding his head to some unheard beat in his head. Kyle snorted.

"Duh, you were like…what? King of everything? You even had the hottest girl in high school…even if she was a bitch…" Stan threw a hateful glare in his best friend's direction when he dissed his girlfriend, then relaxed again, "Suppose yur right…"

Kyle smiled then, "And I was a big nerd…"

The raven haired young man looked taken aback. "Dude, you were on top with me! We had everything! AND the teachers had hard-ons for you…you coulda got away with murder if you wanted! And you did on a few occasions…"

Kyle looked over at his friend with watery eyes. "The only reason I didn't get the crap beat outta me was cause of you Stan…"

"And the only reason I kept my grades up was cause of you Kye…I love ya man…"

The familiar phrase made Kyle's head twitch a little in his drunken stupor before he turned away and whispered hatefully, "No you don't…"

Stan cocked his head sideways in attempts to understand the mumbling. "Whaddya say Kye? I couldn't hear ya."

"NO YOU DON'T!!!"

The voice rumbled throughout the house and left Stan in a dazed mess. "Of course I do, man. Whatareya talking about?" Even though he was drunk he could feel he was getting uncomfortable. Maybe it was a bad idea to let Kyle drink so much on his first go…

Tears welled up in the Jews eyes, making them sparkle even greener than usual. "I hate it when you say that…you say it in your sleep sometimes too and I hate it. You don't love me Stan so shut the fuck up. I'll kill…"

"Dude, ya I do. You're my best friend. How could I not…" Stan tried to calm his shaking distressed friend down a little bit as he scooted closer and put a caring arm around him, "We're going to the beach tomorrow, just me and you. It'll be a blast."

"You don't love me. You don't love me. You don't love me the way I love you…" Kyle sobbed into his hands.

Stan pulled back a little and grinned inquisitively. "What are you talking about Kye? What do you mean?"

The miserable looking Jew rolled his head to the side facing Stan. The side of his face was stained and smeared with red and wet and his eyes were swollen. "You don't love me, Stan. That's what I mean. You don't think about me all the time. You don't want me first. You don't see my face when you sleep. You don't smile to yourself when someone mentions my name. You don't wanna hold me and kiss me. You don't wanna fuck me, Stan. You don't love me…the way I love you…"

Stan's eyes widened in disbelief but he tried to laugh anyway. He made a mental note to never let Kyle drink again. "Dude, you've had way too much to drink…let's put you to bed…"

Stan took Kyle in his arms and tried to help him off the couch. Kyle willingly accepted the closeness and held on tighter as the two boys heaved themselves off the couch and began making slow progress up the stairs. Kyle snuggled his face into the nape of his best friend's neck.

"Will you always reek of cheep booze when you let me get close to you?" he mumbled and tried to kiss along the neck he was snuggling to.

Stan dropped his best friend onto the stairs and glared down at him in outrage. "You are not queer, Kyle Broflovski! You are my best friend and you are drunk and horny! I AM NOT queer! I am your best friend!"

Kyle smiled up at him with half closed lids, "Is that what you told yourself that night at the end of year party when you tried to kiss me, too?" He hobbled himself up right to look straight into his best friend's eyes, forcing the sapphire gaze to break away from his own.

"Fuck. You. You lying piece of shit." Stan left his friend on the stairs and went up to his room and locked it.

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