The redhead Jewboy was sound asleep in the darkness of his dreamland when suddenly he was awoken by the impact of being jumped on. The air escaped his lungs and his eyes jolted open to see mother fucking Stan Marsh on top of him. Someone was obviously feeling better.

"Get…the fuck…of me." The redhead wheezed and pushed his dilhole friend off him. [What a fucking way to wake up, right? Fuck.]

Stan stood up and a grin broke out on his face that would make the Cheshire Cat's pale in comparison. Kyle glared at him and sucked the air back into his lungs, he was glad he felt better- but he seriously considered kicking him in the dick.

"Glad you're feeling better, twat waffle. What was that about?"

"It's going on noon and I'm bored. Get the fuck up and let's do something." Stan crossed his arms over his bare chest and looked down at the redhead with a smirk of amusement.

"Alright man, I'm up. I need a shower though." He ran a hand through his red locks and stood up.

"Go wash your greasy Jew-fro and let's go." And with that Stan went to watch TV while Kyle helped himself to the shower.

The redhead finished the typical cleansing ritual, known commonly as showering, and made his way downstairs and sat down next to Stan.

"You smell like a girl." Stan smirked and rolled his head to look at Kyle.

"Grabbed the wrong soap man."

"It's okay you smell like a pretty girl. You could probably look like one if we planted some tits on you and did something with your hair."

"You're full of shit dick-weed. What did you wanna do today?" He scowled and raised an eyebrow.

"Well I mean, we could do all that and I could pimp you out and make some money then we could go on some epic vacation or something." And then came the punch to the shoulder. Stan laughed and held his hands up to signal his surrender. "Alright alright, let's not do that."

"Then what?"

"I don't k now man, let's just go for a walk to Stark's pond for now." It was agreed, they would walk to the pond for whatever reason and do whatever. It was something, and something was better than sitting around picking on each other.

They grabbed their coats and proceeded out the door and journeyed to the pond, the air was chilly but it was considerably warmer than the previous day.

They walked in silence only breaking occassionallly to make idle chat. The pond was in sight and Stan approached the edge and sucked in the crisp air.

"It's so nice to be out of that damn house. " the brunette murmured to nobody in particular as Jew-boy made his way to his side.

"I imagine the past week must have sucked some serious balls. "

"Yeah, pretty much. But what the fuck ever I'm happy to be out."

After that they were silent, they skipped rocks across the water's surface [Kyle sucked dick at it].

They spent about 45 minutes just skipping rocks in silence before Stan broke the silence-

"Hey man, serious question."

"Shoot."

"You gay?" And everything just seemed to stop.

"What the fuck?"

"I don't care really, you just never show any interest in any girls."

"And I show interest in guys?"

"Not exactly."

"I'm not interested in relationships, that's all."

"Alright man, whatever."

That was it. They didn't bring it up again for the rest of the day.

Kyle ran home and to grab some clothes and return to Stan's for the night.

And the conversation repeated itself in his head over and over. [I'm not gay, am I?]

AN: I'm not done omg omg, I didn't forget about this. Sorry I rushed this because I felt bad for leaving you guys hanging, I swear I'll do better in the following.

Thank you guys so fucking much!

Xoxo

Mark