Sorry I forgot about this story for a little while, I'm gonna try to make it better and update sooner. I enjoy writing this one a lot. Enough said. Hah.

So now even Kenny thinks it's cool to act like a homo. What the hell were these two on?

It was dark out by the time I'd woken up from my nap. I intentionally skipped all of the day's activities with the excuse that I wasn't feeling well. I thought it would've the perfect way to get away from the two, until they came back early.

There were still things going on for the next few hours, but they told the camp instructors that they were tired, and instead came back to check on me.

"Kyle, wake up." I opened my eyes to see them staring at me with grins upon there faces.

"Ugh..." I groggily growl. I lean up and hit my head against the wall, then rubbing sorely at the bump I feel rising there.

"You okay Kyle?" Stan asks for my well being. I nod my head and quickly scramble from the bed and down the ladder where the two are waiting.

"Uh yeah I'm fine. Why are you guys here?" I suddenly question.

"We wanted to see if you were feeling better," Stan replies with the same smile plastering his features.

"Well I wanted to see, but Stan followed along instead. He was insistent on making sure you were okay," Ken adds, brushing some blonde hair from his face.

"So guys, why are you acting like such fags lately?" I straight out ask. I didn't want to go the rest of the summer with the two of them and there countless opportunities to kiss and possibly rape me. I shuddered at the thought of that happening.

"Cause your sexy," Ken says, batting his eyelashes and titling his head. I widen my eyes and shake my head.

"Stop it! You guys aren't normally like this! What the hell is going on?" I'm filled with such confusion at the moment that I can barely even spare a second to think about them. It's so uncalled for and doesn't make any sense to me why the two would be like this.

"Isn't it obvious?" Stan asks.

"No!" I stammer back.

"Well the thing is that-." Ken begins, but I cut him off.

"You know what, I don't even want to know," I declare before standing up and walking out of the cabin. I turn back for a brief second when I'm a few feet away, and to my relief, neither of them have come running after me.

I sneak into the group and at the camp fire and squeeze in somewhere next to Butters, sitting down on a log where there is an empty space, and then starting a conversation like I'd been there the whole time.

"Well hey there Kyle!" He greets like his normally cheerful self.

"Hey Butters," I reply back with a smile on my face. I tried to make myself seem as non-freaked out as possible, even though it wasn't possible. I sighed and stared aimlessly into the roaring flames of the fire before me.

"How are you feeling? Everyone was real worried about you," a slight frown crosses his face. I chuckle a bit to myself and shake my head.

"I'm fine. It was nothing to worry about or anything. Just a headache. It's gone now though," I made known to the smaller blonde.

"Oh that's good," his expression turns back to happy but only lasts a few moments, "Have you seen Eric anywhere lately?" He peers around the campfire, and I do the same in search for the larger brunette boy.

"No. Why, did he leave or something?" I asked.

"Well he told me he was going for a walk, but I have no clue where he left off too. It's been like 15 minutes," he says trying to keep his voice calm as he searches with his eyes in all sorts of different directions.

"Eh... It's just Cartman, he'll come back once he smells the marshmallows," I retort.

He laughs and shakes his head, "I guess so," he says. And I was right, because within the next 5 minutes he came back. I stayed near the fire for a while. It was a few moments later that I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"Kenny?" I ask, noticing the orange shirted boy crouching down behind me.

He presses a finger to my lips and drags me off away from the group.

"Where are you taking me?" I question, stumbling on a few rocks I'd been pulled over.

He double takes and I focus my attention to where we've stopped, the lake.

"Uh… why are we here?"

"We're gonna go swimming," he insists, beginning to take off his shirt. I shake my head, starting to turn on my heels to run back, but he grabs my hand instead. "Come on," he begs.

"I don't even have a bathing suit with me," I reply rolling my eyes.

"Neither do I, go in your shorts," he persists.

"I don't wanna," I go on. Swimming really didn't sound half bad right now, because it was pretty hot and I could use some cool water, but with Ken or Stan, swimming sounded terrible.

"We'll have fun," he attempts to persuade me and I know that I'll probably end up getting pushed in anyway, so I hesitantly agree.

"Fine," I miserably respond. His smile widens as I start to peel my shirt from my body.

"You know you look really sexy shirtless, why haven't I seen more of this?"

"Because I'm not a fucking queer like you," are my last words before I cannonball into the lake. After I've touched the not very deep 6 foot depth, I kick my way back up, coming to another splash by Ken.

"And so what if I am?"

"It's not like you."

"I see," he muses, shaking his blonde scraggily head of hair like a dog. I lay my head back and let myself float amongst the water. The other boy doesn't seem to care for a while as he swims around aimlessly in circles. I'm suddenly pushed out of my relaxation when he comes from under me and flips me over.

I struggle for a second to catch my breath and remove some water from my eyes. "Dude, not cool!" I yell, glaring at him.

"Oh shut up," he says back.

"Why'd you do that?"

"I don't know, I was bored."

"Boredom is the reason for you flipping me over in the water?"

"Pretty much, yeah," he nonchalantly answers.

"Fuck you."

"You want to?"

I blink and instantaneously realize his meaning, "No," I mutter under my breath.

"Maybe some other time, but for now, we should just start at this," he swims a little bit closer to me and captures my lips with his own. For some reason, I don't want to back away as he deepens the kiss. His tongue begs for entrance into my mouth and I don't want to deny it. I part my lips, letting him explore.

Under the water, I can feel both of our growing members pressing together as he grinds his hips into mine. The blonde saucily works his way down my side, moving his hand to the rise in my pants.

I back away from the kiss and shake my head.

"Don't," I beg, looking him in the eyes.

He gives a defeating look and agrees, "Sorry."

I shrug. "Don't be."

When a few awkward moments had passed, I realized that we had been in the water a little too long, and that people are most likely making there ways back to cabins by now.

"We've gotta go," I say, swimming towards the edge. He does the same and we get out of the water. I hated that I enjoyed that moment with Kenny, and I hated that I wished I hadn't told him to stop what he was doing.

I hated that I was beginning to like him.

The story won't be over for a while, so don't fret (I didn't know I knew that word xD). Keep in mind that Kyle's feelings might change; I still don't know which one it will be that he chooses, so thanks for R&Ring!