It has been at least four days since Shay moved in with Kyle and his parents haven't suspected a thing. He was careful with his new guest around and made sure that no one but him entered his room. This, however, made Sheila suspicious.

"I just want to see if your room needs to be repainted is all." She insisted that morning.

"N-no! I don't think it does." He nervously blocked the front of his door.

"But you don't know that. Please, just let me see."

"Mmm..." He side glanced into his room and sighed once he saw it was empty.

Finally he let her in and she looked all around, but not at the walls. As Kyle stood by wishing that his father or something would call her back down he saw a bright blue spark in his closet. Shay peered from the opening and his eyes glowed in the darkness. In a split second he was gone as Sheila ripped his closet open and thoroughly inspected it. When satisfied she shrugged like nothing happened.

"It seems your room doesn't need to be repainted after all." And she walked out as fast as she came in.

Having held his breath since she rushed in like that, Kyle fell to his knees as his chest heaved for oxygen. He crawled on his hands and knees to the closet and slid it open to find Shay curled up in front of him. He simply looked up innocently and smiled. Broflovski went over to his drawer and pulled out a clean, blue shirt and took off his night shirt, placing it neatly folded on the floor. Kyle was about to put his shirt on when he saw Shay staring intently, yet naively, at him. A sense of awkwardness slithered up his spine as his whole body went tense, ready to leap out of the way the moment Shay moved towards him. There was something strange about him, but he couldn't pinpoint what exactly it was. They kept an eye on each other until Shay whipped his head to the window and made Kyle jump. Quickly slipping his shirt on, Kyle went to his closet and reached for his orange jacket.

"Come on, we'll be late." He whispered as he fiddled with his ushanka.

Shay refused to move for a second and then jumped off of the bed, grabbing his light blue chullo onto his jet black hair and yanking the ends down to his chin causing the golden bells to sing loudly. What they hadn't noticed is that, down the street, Kenny had passed away. He was by his door when a cough came up and he put his hand to his mouth. It felt as if something was inside his throat and he did his best to hack it up, closing his eyes to the sight of blood spots on his glove. Still, he pressed on in attempting to cough up whatever was in his system, but alternatively, coughed up more and more blood. It soon grew so violent he died of blood loss.

In the playground, Shay waited by Kyle for Kenny to return. He looked eagerly up at him and expected an answer from his caretaker. Kyle rummaged through his brain to say something and only came out with this.

"I'm sure he's just resting right now. He'll be back."

Shay looked away and stared off into the distance, as if knowing something he didn't. Stan had been able to sneak away from Wendy and hid behind the school with a cigarette in his hand. Leaning against the wall he realized he had no way of lighting it until a monotonous voice resonated to his ear.

"What the hell are you doing here, jock?"

Stan quickly looked to his side and saw the Goth kids all glaring at him. The tall goth flicked his cigarette at the ground to Stan and puffed out the smoke he had in his mouth, still expecting an answer. Stan reached for the stick and used it to light his own, coughing somewhat as the smoke filled his lungs.

"I just need to get away is all."

"I thought you would be with that Barbie girl." The red haired goth growled.

"I am, she's just not what she used to be."

"All girls are the same," Henrietta sighed, "they lure you in with their sob stories and then go straight for the heart when you have nothing to offer."

"Yeah." The other three Goth boys agreed.

"Life is just pain and suffering. Love isn't the answer and it never will be." Red goth flicked his head to get the fringe out of his face.

"It isn't all that bad." Stan had gotten used to the smoke and no longer wheezed.

"Oh no? Just wait until she starts messing with your mind." Tall goth hissed. "Stupid conformists. I don't care how long it took them to get to the top, they can't get me into their petty way of thinking."

"Why are you really here?" Kindergoth challenged.

Stan knew that it wasn't just because he wanted to simply "get away from it all". He had no choice but to tell them. After all, what's the worst they could do? Other than give him another lecture about how conformists are stupid that is.

"She's just holding me back. I don't know what to do though. I can't just get rid of her because she's everything to me, you know?"

"No we don't." Red goth rolled his eyes.

"Get rid of the conformist. People like her need to just die like the rest of this cold, black, unforgiving world." Tall goth propped his elbow on his knee.

"I can't do that!" Stan dropped his cigarette in shock.

"Jock, stop being a pussy and drop that bitch." Henrietta shrugged.

"B-but..."

"It's the only way you'll be free from her remorceless claws of misery."

Stan crumbled to the ground and put his hands to his eyes to hide the fact that, once again, he was crying. All this week he's felt like a big cry baby, but he couldn't help it. His emotions have been playing tricks on his mind and made him confused to the point to where, no matter where he was, he would just break down and weep.

"He's crying." They observed.

"No shit, Sherlock." Stan wiped his cheeks.

"Look, we didn't mean to make you cry." Red goth sighed.

"It's not you guys, it's me. I've been this way a lot."

"What a wuss." Tall goth mocked.

"I'm not a wuss!"

"Whatever, go back to your conformist girlfriend, jock. You have no right to be in our presence."

Stan complied and left slowly. As he approached the groups of people Wendy ran up to him and grabbed his shoulders, shaking him while she scolded him.

"Where have you been? Why did you leave? Who were you with? Answer me!" She screamed.

"Stop it!" He whimpered.

She only stopped when she saw the tear streaks on his face.

"What happened?"

"Nothing, just leave me alone." He wrenched away from Wendy and took off inside the school.

As she watched him go in stunned silence, Cartman and Butters snaked to the loading docks to meet with the Goth kids. They hissed at the sight of him, but Eric had no problem in shutting their whining mouths tight with a venomous stare. They sat quiely waiting to listen to what he had to say. In one movement Cartman whipped out a picture of Frost and held it up for all of them to see.

"You know this kid?" He said in a gruff voice.

"Seen him around, don't know him exactly." Red goth flicked his head again.

"Is he a conformist like the rest of you?" Tall goth growled.

"No, he's just someone I need taken care of. And to do that I need all the information about him as I can gather."

"Do you Goth kids believe in angels?" Butters smiled.

"Angels are said to bring peace to the world, but if they're so real then where are they now?" Henrietta puffed smoke into the air.

"Angels are conformists, that's what they are." Red goth followed.

"They bring nothing but hatred and death. When they come unto earth they will watch as our blood runs from our pale bodies onto the harsh ground where we lay dying of the sadness in the world." Kindergoth flipped out his pocket knife.

"That is the best thing I've heard the little guy say all day." Tall goth congratulated.

"I know right." Red goth flicked the hair from his face.

"Instead of pouring your pathetic hearts out to me tell me everything you know about Shay Frost." Cartman threw the photo at them.

"Shay Frost? That's that kid's name?" Henrietta held it for her to see.

"Y-yeah! You know anything?" Butters jumped in.

"Even if I did I wouldn't tell you conformists." She looked away.

"Grrrr, you guys are no help at all!" Cartman roared and drug Butters away.

As the reappeared from the loading dock he met with Kyle and they stood in each others path for a moment. Neither tried to get out of the way until Butters pointed wildly at Shay.

"That's him! That's the angel I saw in my dreams!" He jumped around.

"Quiet Butters!" Cartman snapped and he obeyed.

"Come on, Shay." Kyle directed him in the opposite way.

"Kyle!" Cartman called after him. "I never thought you'd stoop so low as to take in the enemy."

He said nothing and continued walking with Shay at his side. Eric became enraged and readied a snow ball in his hand, but then stopped. He didn't know what happened when he felt someone behind him grab the snowball out of his hand.

"Don't bother him." A voice said in an icy tone.

Cartman couldn't turn around to see who it was, but he didn't need to. In the Broflovski's house after school, Kyle decided to let Shay take a shower; telling his parents that it was him (Kyle) who was in the bathroom. Again he didn't join for dinner that night as Shay wasn't out yet, so he stayed in his bedroom hoping that his family had enough pity to leave him some table scraps for him and Shay to share (for Shay quite enjoyed his mother's cooking for some reason). For a split second he had forgotten that Frost was in there in the first place, the door was left unlocked, and so he went in to use the restroom. When he entered it was foggy, not with heat, but with extremely cold mist. Confusion rushed through his head as fast as the chilly air hit his body when he saw a shadow in the haze that was being chased away by the warmth of his home. The supple frame of Shay was outlined perfectly by the frozen vapor, but it wasn't in the form of a young man. Not in Kyle's eyes. Feminine curves were in place of the sides and instead of the chest being flat, it stuck out. Pale white skin sparkled nearly blue with the small droplets rolling casually down and fell with a dull plit plit onto the ground, where it cracked and whistled with coldness. Curiously he slowly walked towards the figure and was about to reach out for it when a small gasp escaped from the shadow and he slipped on ice on the floor. Ice on the floor? That didn't seem right, but there it was, the slickness of frozen water.

"Kyle?" Shay whispered.

"Sh-Shay, you're a-"

With a towel wrapped around her body, Shay dashed out of the bathroom and into Kyle's room where she quickly changed into her regular clothes and hid in his closet. The coldness mingled with the coziness of the hallway and melted all that was frozen leaving everything slick with water rather than ice. Kyle walked into his room and looked everywhere for Shay until he saw her blue eyes sparkle in the darkness. He slid open the door and knelt down beside her, calming her by putting a hand softly on her shoulder. She looked up at him with scared eyes, but eased up at the sight of his gentle expression.

"Does Kenny know?" He mumbled.

"No one knows." Her voice was muffled under the scarf.

Kyle smiled amiably and nodded.

"I won't tell anyone if that makes you feel any better."

Shay hesitated for a while and then leisurely nodded her head. Due to the unexpected revealance, Kyle was a bit more uneasy with the fact that he now shared his bed with a girl rather than with another guy even though she slept near his feet where she felt more comfortable, like a pet curling up beside her master. She looked so innocent and Kyle couldn't help but reach down and ruffle her messy hair like he would a kitten or puppy. While on the outside he couldn't wait for Kenny to take her back so he could get on with his own life, deep down inside he wished that he could possible share custody of Shay in caring for her. After all, he could get used to having another female in the house.