"Kyle!" Craig called from the other end of the hallway. Kyle was walking with Stan, who had apologized to Kyle and told him he wouldn't say anything more about it. Kyle watched while Craig scurried up to them. "Hey. I wanted to walk you home today. My mom already said I could." Craig smiled at them, but when he focus turned to Stan they glared at each other for a second.

"'Kay. Stan has practice now, so he can't come.

"I know." Craig let out a smirk in Stan's direction and Kyle elbowed him gently in the ribs.

"Have fun at practice." Kyle smiled sweetly and waved as Stan ran off. "You should be nicer to him." Kyle told Craig quietly. "Not to be a hypocrite." He added.

"No way. Stan and me being friends is like a snake becoming BFF's with a mouse. Not likely to happen." Craig opened the door for Kyle and grabbed his bag. "Allow me?" He said in a cheesy French accent. Kyle laughed.

"If you must. But ya know, I can carry it. It's a little heavy."

"I noticed." Craig replied, pretending now to struggle with it. He stood up straight when he heard Tweek and Clyde yelling for him.

"Craig!" week as hyper (as usual.).

"What?"

"We're going to play basketball in the park. Are you coming? Kyle can come." Clyde held the basketball. He was on the school BBall team with Craig and was fairly good. He'd always been nice to everyone too. "It'll be even teams now."

"Oh, I can't play. I suck at it big time!" Kyle said truthfully.

"Don't worry, we'll help you before we start." Tweek fidgeted. obviously nervous around people that he wasn't used to being around. Or maybe he was just fidgeting.

"Yeah Kyle, I'll help you while Clyde and Tweek practice." Craig grinned mischeivously. Kyle let out a long sigh.

"Fine. Let me call my mom." He walked about 5 steps away and dailed. His dad agreed, but Kyle had to be home around dinner.

"Ready?" Craig asked. Kyle nodded.

The park was deserted except for them. Kyle remembered when he, Kenny, Cartman, and Stan would come to play basketball. He pulled his gloves off when he saw the others pulling theirs off.

"Alright, we'll go over here to practice. You guys go down there." Clyde pointed to the left side of the court. Craig went over to the bushes and pulled out an old looking ball. He started down and motioned for Kyle to follow. Kyle, however, was too busy thinking this threw to realize.

Did he really want to show how horrible he was to his boyfriend. He played a long time ago, and sometimes came out with Kenny or Stan and, rarely, Cartman. But he was about as good at Basketball as he was cooking. (Ike had pointed out that he was horrible when he made burnt Mac and Cheese.) He nearly jumped when he felt someone tapping his shoulders.

"Hellooooo? Kyle? In your happy place?" Craig's face was very close. Kyle blushed and pulled back, leaving Craig looking a little confused.

"S-Sorry. I'm good now." Craig gave one nod and walked him down.

"Alright, first of all, the was you're holding the ball isn't going to make it go far." Craig got behind Kyle and put his hands over Kyle's small hands. "If your hands get cold you can put your gloves back on." Craig pointed out to him.

"K-Kay." Craig's skin felt warm against his. Craig pulled his arms up slowly, gripping a little tightly.

"See? Try that." Craig did it once and it swished threw the hoop without touching the net. He ran up and grabbed it, tossing it playfully to Kyle.

"Sure." Easy enough. For someone else. Kyle hit the headboard and it bounced back nearly hitting him in the face. Tweek picked it up and threw it back.

"Here." Craig took the ball and did the same motion. "Look at the blue square on the head board. When you shoot try to aim for it." Craig did it and it rimmed them went in.

"Are you ever gonna miss?" Kyle joked. Craig shot and missed. "On accident?" Although Kyle was teasing he still felt a little jealous.

Craig smirked at him. Kyle held the ball and felt like a little orphan trying to sell cookies. Embarrassing, Eager, Hopeful. He took the shot and it nearly went in.

"Try it again." Craig tossed him the ball.

Kyle put more strength into it and ended up making it bounce back and hit Craig's leg. Hard. Craig let out a surprised 'omf' and stumbled to the pole.

"Oh my god Craig, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"

Craig lifted his jeans up and Kyle saw a big red mark. He felt guilty.

"You okay?" Clyde asked. Craig let out a strained smile.

"Yeah."

"You guys can play, I'll go sit on the bench." Kyle said awkwardly.

"No. It's fine. I'm not going to make you sit and watch." Craig stood up straight. Kyle didn't mention he wouldn't mind sitting out and watching. Insted he played, he and Craig Vs. Clyde and Tweek. Clyde and Tweek won by 14 points, all of Kyle's and Craig's scored by Craig.

In the process of playing Craig had taken off his coat and Kyle couldn't help but notice how beautifully shaped and muscled yet lean Craig was. He seemed lanky, but he really did have some muscles that might even of been able to match Stan's.

"Come on Kyle, I'll walk you home." Craig tugged on his coat. Tweek and Clyde were already gone so Kyle took Craig's hand and walked close to him.

All the while they never put their gloves back on.