I roll around in my bed restlessly a few times, then, throwing the pillow over my head in an attempt to block out all of the sunlight and noise around me. I took a deep breath into the fabric of my blue cushion.

"Kyle, wake up, we've gotta get outside!" Kenny calls, placing his hand on my mattress and banging on it quietly.

"I'll be out there later," I answer, my voice muffled in the pillow.

"Alright then," he replies, taking a few steps back.

"Don't be late," Stan yells, his voice traveling out of the cabin. All of the noise is gone, and I peer a cautious eye out from under my pillow. It was only then that I noticed there wasn't even sunlight at all. It was dark and cloudy out, and I could have pictured that it was going to rain any second.

I didn't even see the point to going out there if that was going to happen, so I stayed on my bed.

A tapping noise filled my ears, and I looked to the far side of the cabin, noticing a lump on Tweek's bed. A small light illuminates from under his sheet, and the sound of a phone closing and shutting continues on.

After a few minutes of pretending I don't recognize his presence, I speak.

"Tweek?" I ask, causing a commotion from the boy.

He scrambles from under his covers to peer out; giving short and quiet sigh of relief upon realizing it was only me.

"Gah! Kyle, you scared me!" He shouted with his hand over his heart as he calmed down his breathing.

"Yeah, It's just me," I respond calmly for further resistance to not scare him.

"Who are you texting?" I ask.

"Craig—I mean… Gah! No one!" The scraggily blonde shakes like he's just ruined some huge secret.

I decide that pretending to ignore his remark would be best, and go on. "Oh. Well are you even going outside today, or do you plan on staying in here all day?" I calmly question.

"I'm just gonna stay in here. I'm waiting for someone- GAH. I'm waiting for no one. I'm just…" his eyes roam towards outside the cabin, "Afraid it's gonna start- NGH, raining, and I really hate the rain!" The smaller boy attempts to calm himself for mine and his sake, and pulls the covers up to his nose. "You go, go." He manages, gesturing off.

I shrug and head towards the bathroom, taking a pair of clean clothes from my drawer along with myself.

I look in the mirror. I was still tired. After Kenny woke me up early this morning and came to change my bandage and whatnot, I only got an extra hour of sleep. I rubbed groggily at my eyes, changing into my clothes and heading from the cabin.

I decide that since I missed the first activity, and that lunch would be starting soon, that I might as well just go and sit in the cafeteria.

In the far corner of the room, I see Cartman and Butters, facing the wall, and talking quietly amongst each other. I decide that I wanted to know what they were talking about. You can't blame me. I haven't seen them talk calmly… well, ever.

I sit at a table close to them. They're the only ones in there, but they don't notice me sitting a few tables away.

"Well, Eric… I know you still don't want to talk about it but-."

"Butters! I seriously told you stop brining it up. I don't care if we kissed. I'm not gay." The brunette argues. Wait… Cartman and Butters kissed? Right. It's nice how everyone in South Park happens to be gay. Where have I been when everyone realized this and I didn't?

"But you're the one who…" Butters' voice trails off and he remains silent for a few seconds. I turn back to see the two of them locking lips in a deep kiss.

I want to scream out, 'WHAT THE FUCK?' Only because… well who wouldn't scream that out?

I turn away when I hear the sound of footsteps coming up from behind.

"Shit." I whisper to myself, laying my head down against the table. I peered an eye out through my arms, and notice that both Butters and Cartman are walking together, hand and hand out of the cafeteria, ignoring everybody else.

"Yeah that's what they were saying, but I don't think it's true," I hear Kenny say to Stan. It was his turn, and today, I knew he was going to try something.

I didn't know what I could do to try and not be noticed. I was the only one in here, and quite frankly, it wouldn't have been hard to miss me. The fact that they were walking in here alone, didn't help much either.

"Kyle!" Stan shouts, smiling and running towards me. I lifted my head up.

So much for not being noticed.

Kenny trails behind, running after Stan at the same speed.

I don't really acknowledge him. I barely give him a glance. I wasn't in the mood for Stan doing something today. Anyway, I'd already made up my decision of who I wanted to be with.

"What are you doing in here?" Kenny smiles, sitting across from me. Stan takes a seat next to me and wraps his arm around my shoulder, giving off a grin too.

"Nothing," I respond, my eyes locked on the table.

"Oh, well you missed the first activity. It sucked. All we did was-."

"KENNY!" A voice calls from across the room now filling up with people.

"Just a second," he tells me, looking up to find the source of the noise, and easily spotting it. He meets eyes with a boy with a dark blue hat.

"WHAT IS IT CRAIG?" He screams back, obviously annoyed.

"GET OVER HERE! I NEED TO TALK TO YOU!" Craig yells, getting the attention of many curious onlookers.

"God dammit…" Ken mutters, "I'll be right back, guys," he makes known, standing up and heading off towards Craig's direction. Craig leads him outside the cafeteria and begins talking about something with him.

"I guess it's just you and me now," Stan smirks, scooting as close as possible to me on the bench. I nervously gulp.

"Y-yeah…" I say back. Stan looks like he's about to lean in and kiss me. "Stan… don't."

He gives off a defeated look, and sighs.

"Why are you and Kenny doing this?"

Stan looks me in the eyes, and quickly averts his direction to the table, giving off a blank expression that I can't read. He stares for a few seconds, and doesn't look like he's going to talk.

"Stan?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"I can't say," he quickly answers.

"Is there a good reason?"

"No."

I keep my quirked eyebrow up, still pondering what he's getting at.

"Tell me."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because it would ruin the…' he cuts himself short, widening his eyes, "Nothing."

"Tell me," I persist.

"It would ruin the bet…" He mutters under his breath.

"The what?"

"The bet! Okay? This whole thing was a bet to see who could get with you faster. The winner…" his voice trails off. I lean in closer as to hear him better. My mind raced with thoughts. First off, they were only doing this for a bet. I took a deep breath and braced myself.

"Go on," I say.

"The winner gets $50, and gets to continue on dating you," he admits. I look away from him, until he begins speaking again. "And Kenny and I… we both started too really like you. I wanted to call off the bet, but he thought we shouldn't. I thought you'd be hurt when you found out…" he goes on.

I frown, disappointed with what I'm hearing. They were doing it all for a bet. I took another deep breath of summer air, and sighed.

"Fuck off," I demand, not looking up at him. Through the corner of my eye, I see him sigh.

"But Kyle, I really like you, I do," Stan tells me.

"Fuck off!" I repeat, raising my tone, but still not meeting eyes with him.

He runs off, and I cry. The newly falling rain really fit my mood.

I'm dedicating half of this chapter to StanxKyleFan, for pretty much giving me the base of it. She sent me her version of this chapter, but I took it, re-wrote it, and changed up a lot of things. Thanks for R&Ring.