Chp. 2

Disclaimer- yea still don't own south park sooo yea…don't sue me pls thanks

It had been two days since they'd heard from Cartman he'd called to have them clean his room but other than that they thought this was fairly easy considering who they'd lost to. They were laying around in Stan's room bored Stan was sitting against his door while Kyle was laying on the bed on his side towards Stan.

"So what do you think he's planning?" Kyle asked lazily.

"Don know but knowing him it's gonna be horrible…" Stan replied.

"Well he can't make us hurt ourselves or others unless they harm him first at least so we should be safe from physical harm…I think…"

"True but what could he be planning that would make him waste even one second of having us as slaves I mean you know how much he-" but Stan was cut off as the phone began to ring.

"I'm not getting it…"Lazily once again even though the phone was on the table next to the bed.

"Lazy ass…" Stan muttered.

"What is it with my ass anyway?" turning over "I mean is it really all that great? The girls wont leave me alone about it."

Stan picked up the phone looking over at Kyle's backside hardly aware that someone's voice was coming through the phone. "Uh Stan?…what are you looking at?" Kyle looked at him confused.

"N-nothing! Nothing at all Kyle…" He suddenly realized there was a voice shouting at him through the phone and not one he wanted to hear.

"What do you want fa-Cartman?" Catching the insult just barely hoping fat-ass hadn't noticed.

"…I just wanted to call and tell you both that mah plotting is reaching a level previously thought un-reachable! Oh and that I completely and utterly hate you guys with every muscle in my being I hate you guys." And with that he hung up leaving Stan with the urge to tell him it would have meant more if he'd said every pound of fat in his body.

"What did fat ass want?" Kyle asked while propping himself up on his elbow.

"He just wanted to say he hated us…" Stan trailed of distracted again.

"Uh Stan? Your staring again…is there something on my ass?" Kyle began twisting to look at his backside. "I can't see it could you get it?"

Stan thinking quickly he had to pretend there was something otherwise his staring would seem weird…plus he'd get to grab Kyle's…WOAH where did that come from how was that a plus? He couldn't stall anymore.

"Uh yea sure Ky hang on" reaching down and gently feeling the other boys rear for just a moment or at least that's what he meant.

"Is it stuck or something…?" Kyle asked little shaky and face turning red.

"Oh uh no I got it…just making sure that's all there was…" Stan recoiled his hand quickly and sat against his far wall hoping Kyle couldn't see the red on his face from his position on the bed.

"Sooo…I guess I'll see you at school tomorrow right?" Kyle asked jumping towards the door not waiting for a response.

"Uh yea…" Stan whispered in reply what was going on with him? He was pretty sure a straight boy shouldn't be feeling urges to look at his super best friends back side and even more he DEFINITLY shouldn't want to feel it and he was pretty sure Kyle had put two and two together after all he was the smartest in class…Damn it…

Kyle had run down the stairs and out the door but had frozen when he got outside. Had he imagined it? Stan had been staring at him but not in a way that guys normally would and why was his own heart beat speeding up when he considered the possibility Stan might like him? God and he'd just run out of his super best friends room in a "I know you just felt up my ass and you liked it" kinda way what if Kyle had hurt his feelings? God how was he gonna talk to him tomorrow…fuck…

Tomorrow was gonna be awkward…