Chp8

It has been 4 years since they began to realize their feelings were more than just those of friends. Not much had changed Cartman was still fat, Kenny still died all the time but he was dating Wendy when ever he was alive so his life improved…sorta considering he was maimed and murdered daily, Kyle straightened his hair everyday and had grown about half a foot while Stan had grown a whole foot and three letting him tower over the jew just the way he liked it he'd also grown his hair longer though not as long as Kyle's which now reached his back.

"I can't believe another person thought I was your girlfriend!" Kyle fumed.

"Well you do kinda look girly sometimes…and you like chick flicks and stuff…and wait what would be wrong with being my girlfriend?" Stan asked him confused as to why that had bothered him.

"Well I don't know it's just annoying being mistaken for a girl…maybe I should stop dressing this way then…." It was true he wore a really baggy sweatshirt (orange of course :P) while he had really tight jeans and just plain white shoes since he liked to draw on them and with how thin his diabetic frame was and the inability to see the chest it would be easy to confuse him for a girl…

"No!" Stan hugged him from behind kissing the side of his neck. "I like my Ky just the way he is, isn't that enough?"

Kyle just looked at him then smiled. "Yea that's all that really matters."

Wendy was walking on the other side of the street alone when suddenly Kenny faded into existence next to her. "Hey sexy!" Kenny had ditch the hooded jacket for a simple tattered orange sweatshirt and torn jeans. "Oh hey hun your back even faster this time Satan must really be getting tired of you." Most people would think this conversation was weird but considering death was an everyday thing for everyone who knew Kenny it was kinda like eh whatever… "Yea probably but I'm glad that means we have more time" Kenny said stepping out into the street…and getting splattered by a passing semi

"Oh my god they killed Kenny!" Stan exclaimed.

"You bastards!" Kyle screamed in his angry girlish voice.

"Watch your mouth young lady!" a random old guy said as he passed and Stan had to use all his strength to hold Kyle back from ripping out his throat. Wendy just watched from the other side of the street hardly even phased.

"So much for extra time…Oh god damn it Kenny you got blood on my shoes again!" With that she walked off not even waiting for the clean up crew.

2 years later they had grown again Stan another 7 inches reaching 5'10 while Kyle still was only 4'8 due to his diabetes. They were on their way to a party with everyone from their old class.

"Why am I sooo short?" Kyle whinned cutely.

"Why does it matter I think it's cute. Just like everything else about you." Stan said without even looking down at the ginger drama to his left.

"You wouldn't think it was cute if it was you!" Kyle said crossing his arms convinced he'd made his point.

"Well I'm not short you are so that's besides the point I don't see why you care so much…" Stan said used to these rants by now.

"Guys aren't supposed to be short! Even Cartman hit 5'4!" Kyle whined again.

"Well it's probably because you're so feminine and such a bottom that your body just decided "Lets be cute" and thus you are short and girlish and that is my two cents." Stan said jokingly.

Kyle just glared at him but as they approached the house he got a strange look on his face.

"What?" Stan asked not looking in the direction of Token's house where the party would be as he was walking backwards so he could face Kyle.

"Umm is that your dad…?" Kyle pointed behind stan.

"WOOOOHHH party! Hey Stan STAN! It's a party!" Stan's dad was completely wasted dancing on a car outside Token's house in his underwear.

"Awww aawwwww!" He pinched the bridge of his nose just as he did whenever he had to deal with stupid people.

Stan decided to just let his dad tire himself out and get him home later as they reached the door Kyle knocked lightly barely making a sound…no answer… "Here let me show you how a real man does it!" taking on a sarcastic and southern accent then pounding on the door so hard it would have broken if it hadn't been the best money could buy.

"Hey guys what did my door ever do to you?" Token asked as he swung it open.

"Well it go in my way and hurt Kyle's hand."

Kyle blushed and hid his bruised hand behind his back trying to brush it off.

"Dude Stan you're here!" Kenny called running up and giving him a hi-five. Kenny and Stan had become best friends since Kyle had taken up his spot as boyfriend and in turn Kyle and Wendy had become bestfriends because of common interests but Kenny and Wendy would never even scratch the surface of how close Stan and Kyle had been before becoming a couple but it was nice having kicked the fat-ass out of their group when Kenny started dating Wendy.

"Yea man is the fat-ass here? I was expecting to have some insults thrown my way by now."

"Yea he and Butters are probably sucking each others faces off."Kenny said in his perverted way.

And it was commonly believed that Cartman and Butters were together as they had started hanging out a few years back and Cartman seemed to treat him a lot better than anyone else so people just assumed they were doing each other.

"Ay! Don't compare me to those fags unlike them I have self control!" Self control hah that was funny for someone who had remained fat without so much as an attempt at a diet. Wait…Cartman was holding Butters hand…

"You guys totally are banging each other!" Kenny yelled then walked around collecting 10 bucks from everyone in the room as he had bet against them all in favor of the couple.

"Only once or t-twice Kenny…" Butters mumbled in his black hello kitty shirt and messy shoulder length hair. Six years later and Butters still had no shame but everyone respected that about him. But everyone in the room as just wide eyed at Butters statement.

"You mean you a-and Cartman actually fucked…?" Kyle asked not wanting to believe the fat-ass had lost his virginity before him or even at all.

"Well sure Kyle!" Butters said smiling the whole time.

"Get some Cartman!" Kenny Yelled again receiving a slap from Wendy.

"So Kahl how many times have you fags done it?" Cartman asked and all eyes turned towards them.

"Well we havn't actually…ya know done it…" Stan mumbled.

"HOW!?!" Everyone in the room yelled at the same time.

"You guys have been going out for like 6 years your 15 for Christ sakes and you're both guys how has there been nothing?" Kenny asked in disbelief.

"Well unlike some guys Stan is respectful of his partners feelings so he left it up to me a while back and just enjoys being with me so we just never really had the urge I guess…" Kyle answered him.

"Well that you gahs is unacceptable!" Cartman yelled. "Ay Kinny help me drag these two upstairs to the guestroom!" With that he grabbed Kyle easily hoisting him over his shoulder while Kenny an even match with Stan just kept him back from getting to Cartman allowing him to follow on his own.

"Get in there jew!" Cartman threw Kyle into the room onto the bed causing him to yelp suddenly.

"Kyle!" Stan ran in to make sure he was ok but just as he reached the bed he heard a slam and click.

"They didn't…" Kyle said hanging off the bed upside down looking at the door.

Stan went to it to try opening it. "Yea they did…"

"Maybe we should just humor them then…?" Kyle said seductively now on all fours on the bed pawing the air towards Stan. "Mrow!"

Stan walked slowly towards Kyle in a daze. "Really…?"

Kyle's face suddenly went completely serious "No not really."

Stan's eyes went wide. "TEASE!!!" Tackling him and began tickling and nipping at him playfully.

Well I just couldn't end this one yet so got at least 1 more chapter left lucky you! I havn't decided if I should have some smut in the next chapter give me your opinions either way it'll help me decide.