Kyle walked home with Stan in silence. Neither said a word since Kyle had told him the truth. Stan had flipped out on him then apologized for it. Kyle was too wary to fight with Stan so he mostly just stayed quiet.

"Kyle?"

"Nmh?" Kyle swung his backpack to his other shoulder.

"I think he's taking advantage of you." Kyle nearly choked.

"Where'd you get that?" He asked, trying his hardest to stay calm.

"It just.. I dunno, seems like it. He's a guy anyway, when did you go gay? You never told me you were a fag and I thought we were best friends."

Kyle sighed.

"We arebest friends. And besides, I like Craig a hellva lot more than all of the girls put together together. He's nice and cool to hang out with. Maybe you should give it a try before procrastinating him." Kyle was a little flushed. He never had wanted Stan to not like a girlfriend -or in this case boyfriend.- In fact, most of the girls he'd ask Stan about and see if he approved. "I never was gay though, so don't worry." Kyle added quietly.

"He's a queer and everyone knows it! He seems liek a total jackass anyway! And what the hell do you mean not worry?" Stan had stopped Kyle and was yelling, luckily the sidewalks were nearly empty. Kyle was upset at himself for opening this can of worms by telling Stan.

"Just forget it!" Kyle yelled back and tried to shove past Stan. Stan grabbed his arm. "Let go!" Kyle hit it out.

"Forget it!" Stan lowered his voice. "Why'd it have to be Craig anyways? Why not someone...Why a guy anyway!?" Kyle felt his eyes getting warm and let the tears fall when they came.

"Leave me alone." He said and walked away from Stan, something he had hoped would never happen.

Kyle clutched his pilliow to his chest and sobbed angerly. Why did Stan care anyway? He'd never listen to Kyle about girls that were obviously sluts. He'd never even tried to get along with Craig. Sure where they were younger they weren't excatly BFF or anything liek that, but that was long ago. Let it go Stan. Kyle rolled his eyes feeling like an idiot.

He sat up and opened his phone.

"Kenny?"

"Uh-oh, bad time. Stan's over." Kyle could hear Stan in the background asking who it was. Kenny yelled back 'no one.'

"Sorry, I'll go."

"Will you be okay?" Kenny asked, knowing Stan would hassle Kyle if he heard him.

"Yeah." Kyle hung up and stared at the ceilling, blindly letting tears fall down his cheeks.

"Hey. I didn't expect you. Are you okay, you look like you've been crying." Craig was in his blue pajama's despite it only being around 5:30. Kyle loved it.

"Yeah, but I'm fine now. I just.. wanted to talk." Craig's eyes froze at that. Kyle realized it too. "No, No! It's not a break up or anything, I swear!" Craig sighed out of relief. No girl had ever sighed out of relief for him. Craig offered him in and sat next to him on the couch.

"Want some cocoa?" Craig asked. "It always helps me calm down." Kyle nodded and Craig turned on the T.V, handing the remote to Kyle and going into the kitchen.

"Want extra marshmellos?" Craig called out from the kitchen. Marsh. Kyle slumped back into a depression that not even Terrance and Phillip could cure. "Kyle?"

"No thanks." Kyle called back. He leaned back a little sat cross emerged from the kitchen with two steaming cups, one having large marshmellos floating around. Craig sat the cups down and sighed, this time sounding irritated.

"Um..." Kyle started.

"What? What's wrong? You were crying." Craig wrapped and bark on Kyle's shoulder and looked him in the eyes. Kyle looked away.

"I.. I told Stan." Craig jumped up at that.

"You what! I thought you said you'd wait!" Craig had his voice raised just like Stan. Kyle felt his cheeks turn red.

"I.. Um.. Thought he should know. He's my bestfriend and.."

"And what? He told you not to go gay? He's a little straight pussy!"

"Craig! He's my friend!"

"So? What, are you going to dump me because your "friend" told you to?"

"No! I defended you and I'm going to do the same with Stan." Tears began to fall from Kyle's face and Craig lowered his voice.

"You came here to complain about him, but when I do you get defense. Do you see anything wrong with this situation." Craig made Kyle feel like a hypocrate.

"You know what, I'll leave them. I'm sorry I ever even came to your stupid house!" Kyle got up but tripped over the coffee table, spilling the hot drinks on himself. "Ow!" He mentally cursed himself.

"Kyle! Are you okay?" Craig asked picking up the glasses.

No. No Kyle wasn't okay. His back and arm was burning up and he'd made a mess -- not to mention a fool of himself in front of Craig.

"Kyle, I'm sorry." Craig helped him up and sat him on the couch. "Just sit here and I'll get a cold rag. Okay?" Kyle nodded and covered his face with his shirt, pretending to wipe away the tears.

Whan Craig returned he had two towels that held ice and one that was dry. He helped Kyle clean up, giving him small pecks everywhere it was red, including his back.

"Kyle, I'm really sorry." He said giving Kyle a kiss on the cheek.

"I am too. I just... I wanted Stan to know. I didn't think he'd.. And I'm not breaking up with you no matter what he says." Kyle hugged Craig tighting. He heard Craig chuckle and felt him kiss the top of his head. He really really like Craig. Maybe even loved him.