We're looking at just one chapter after this one, if any. As much as I hate for my stuff to be over, I also hate dragging things on. My stuff always seems to have five chapters of pointless rambling, three or four of actual plot, then like four hundred of stupid shit. HAHA.

I love Adderall.

Okay, back to Stan POV.

Kyle doesn't usually call before he comes over. He just kind of shows up.

And really, I don't mind. We're comfortable enough around eachother for things like organized dates to seem petty.

But I hadn't talked him for a little over a week, so I was sort of surprised when he came into my room. At half past eleven at night. While I was in my boxers. What, do you want to know why I was in my boxers? Because, unlike Kyle's dad, mine doesn't mind blowing all our money on insulating our house. My room is constantly, like, seventy degrees.

"Sorry," He blurted. "I would have come earlier, but Kenny didn't call until a few minutes ago. Is this a bad time?"

I blinked. "How did you get in? My mom thinks I'm not allowed to see you."

"I've got a key, remember?" He held said key up as a reminder before putting it back in his pocket. "…Why does your mom think that?"

"Because yours called her, r-tard." I clarified. "What did you tell her…?"

"I didn't tell her anything! Some jackass called her and told her you had AIDS!"

"AIDS?!"

"Yeah," He sat in my computer chair and pulled his legs to his chest, resting his chin on his knees. He's small enough to do that. Sometimes I wonder how he can contort himself without it being totally uncomfortable, because he sits like that all the time. "You don't, do you?"

"No! Kyle!"

"Okay, just checking."

"I didn't make out with Red, either."

"I know, Kenny told me."

"You know I wouldn't do something like that… right? I mean… come on. I don't like Red. I don't like girls, dude."

"Yeah," He sighed. "I guess I was just… I was really mad at the idea that you would do anything like that. I'm not as logical are you are – it was like my anger overlapped any sense of reason. You never have that problem."

"No, but… you need to trust me, Kyle. I know people say this all the time, but trust is so important. If you hear something from a few people, you should want to hear the same thing from me, too. I was really confused for a while; I didn't even know what the problem was."

"I'm sorry,"

That's one thing I really admire about Kyle. He's confident, but he isn't proud. He knows when to admit he was wrong. I can't always do that.

"It's all right,"

And I kissed him.

God, I've missed this.

I totally sit like Kyle does. All the time. Even at school. I'm sitting like that right now, in fact. In my desk, in class. It's sooooo comfortable.

WHAT HAPPENS NEXT? Should I end it here or do an aftermath? Should I make another blogfic from Kyle's POV? Or Craig's?

I DON'T KNOW, I DON'T KNOW. HELP!

Shit, I'm sorry this part was so short. I really, really do not know what to do next. Argh.