Kyle pulled up into the parking lot of the Lowe's in Clyde's Grand Am. He was supposed to meet Stan here so that he could follow him to the apartment he shared with Christine. He had walked home from Butters' earlier that morning, luckily Cartman had to work, so Kyle was able to go into the apartment and tell Clyde what was going on without having to worry about Cartman overhearing it.

He grabbed The Sorceress: The Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel from where it had been sitting in the passenger's seat. He'd grabbed it before he left because he figured he might have to wait - he always arrived about twenty minutes before he was supposed to have, and he couldn't help it. Fortunately, just as he opened the book where he left off, a rust red Ford Taurus pulled up next to him and blew its horn.

Kyle jumped and looked over at a laughing Stan, who was wearing his normal jacket over a blue shirt that said, "Wanna know how to entertain a moron? (look on back of shirt)," and blue jeans. He opened his door and knocked on Kyle's window to get him to roll it down.

Stan got a good look of the inside of the car and whistled. "Nice car dude."

"It's Clyde's," Kyle said quickly. "He didn't have to work today, so he let me borrow it."

"Lucky you." Stan smiled. "So why didn't he come anyway?"

"He wanted to relax today, plus he has football practice at five."

"How's he gonna get there?"

"Craig's taking him."

"I see." He lightly tapped the inside of the door with his finger. "Well, if you'll follow me, I'll lead you to the apartment. Christine left to go hang out with her sister about an hour ago, so no one else will be home."

"Awesome!" Kyle smiled.

Stan plopped back into the driver's seat of his Taurus whipped it around to exit the parking lot. Kyle followed him closely, making sure that he didn't lose his friend on the main drag through the suburbs. He was extremely excited to be hanging out with his best friend again, it would be just like old times again. Well, except that they'd be planning a wedding instead of watching Terrance & Phillip, or playing Guitar Hero. He chuckled at the memories.

They pulled into the parking lot of the apartments a few minutes later, and he parked in a guest spot before cutting the engine and jumping out of the car. He bounded over to where Stan was waiting for him next to the front of the Taurus. Kyle walked over to his friend and followed him inside of the apartment.

He looked around the apartment as they walked inside and nodded. "This place looks great. I wish that we could get our apartment to look like this."

Stan chuckled. "It takes a while to get it looking like this. I moved in shortly after Christine began renting out the place, and it took nearly a year to get it fully furnished." He looked back at his friend and held out his hand. "Your coat?" He had the door to the coat closet open and had already hung his jacket up.

"Oh yeah." Kyle slipped out of his jacket, showing the tight fitting white t-shirt underneath, and handed it to Stan. "Here ya go."

"Well," Stan said as he hung up the jacket without taking his eyes off Kyle, "what do you wanna do?"

"You're going to help me plan my wedding," Kyle chuckled, "remember?"

"Oh yeah," he looked away with a light blush, "that's right?" Why was he staring? Stan couldn't figure out why his eyes became fixated on his best friend's well honed and hard, yet lean chest. Stop noticing, dammit!

"Something wrong, Stan?" Kyle asked when he saw his friend's face turn red. He rested the back of his hand on his forehead as took his hat off, allowing his red hair to fall in short ringlets around his face. "I don't think you have a fever."

Stan turned an even brighter shade of red as the scent of Kyle's Axe deodorant spray wafted underneath his nose. "I-I'm fine." He pushed him back gently, feeling the small amount of chest muscles underneath his fingers. "Um, I, uh, gotta go to the bathroom real quick!" He ran into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

Kyle blinked in confusion as he set his hat on the back of the couch. He leaped over the couch and flipped the TV on. The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy was playing, so he just relaxed and watched it as he waited for Stan to get out of the bathroom.

A minute later, he heard the sink running for a moment and then Stan walked out of the bathroom wiping his face off with a hand towel. The sudden unintentional assault of Kyle's looks, scent, and touch had sent Stan into a frenzy. He didn't know why, and he honestly didn't want to think about it, he just knew that if he got that close to Kyle again, he might not be able to control his urges like he had a moment ago.

"You okay, dude?" Kyle asked concernedly as he looked over at his friend.

"Yeah…Yeah, I'm fine." Stan sat down the couch next to Kyle and took a calming breath. "So, tell me, why did you agree to marry Clyde?"

Kyle looked at Stan like he had asked the stupidest question. "I love him."

"Well, what I meant was that, you said you guys dated for five years, so you probably haven't dated anyone else. Unless you guys have been on and off that is."

"Well, I dated Craig for about a month in eighth grade." He shrugged. "But he just isn't my type, so we went our separate ways. But, no, after I started dating Clyde, we weren't on and off. I haven't dated anyone else."

"Then how can you be sure he's who you want to marry?" Stan asked with a tone of hope to his voice. He wasn't sure why that tone was there, but he couldn't get to go away.

Kyle crossed his legs and face Stan. He rested his head in his hands and his elbows on his legs. "Look, let's shift the focus from my life to yours. What've you been up to?"

Stan turned his head, not switching his position from his relaxed state of leaning against the back of the couch with his legs stretched out in front of him and spread eagle with one on top of the coffee table and the other on the floor. "Well, nothing much, I guess." He noticed that Kyle's face was tilted down and he was staring at him with puppy dog eyes. "I…" He cleared his throat. "I'm the star quarterback of my high school's varsity team."

Kyle chuckled. "I should've known you'd still be a jock. Anything else?"

"Well, uh," the look he was getting from Kyle was too much, "screw it!"

"Huh? Wha?" Kyle yelped as Stan grabbed his wrists and forced him onto his back on the couch. Stan's legs rested in between Kyle's, keeping his legs spread with one hanging off of the couch. "S-Stan?"

He leaned down close to his friend's face. "Kyle…I…"

Kyle smirked. "I see what you want."

"You do?" Stan's face turned light red.

"Yep." Kyle wrapped his legs around Stan's waist. "You wanna wrestle!" He used the power in his legs to throw Stan to the ground between the coffee table and the couch. He laughed loudly as they fell to the ground; he was straddling Stan's waist, and Stan still had a hold on his wrists. "I win," he laughed.

Stan groaned but couldn't help back crack a smile. He used his hold that he still had on Kyle's wrists to try and push him back without success, though he wasn't really trying. After just a few moments, he let his muscles relax in surrender. "Fine, you win."

"That was no fun," Kyle pouted as his slipped his wrists out of Stan's hands. He rested his hands on his hips and pushed his bottom lip out in a pout. "For a star quarterback, you're not very tough."

Stan narrowed his eyes and jumped up, pinning Kyle to the ground on his back and quickly moving his legs to straddle his waist. "Still think I'm not tough?" He asked with a smirk.

Kyle struggled to free himself from his best friend's grip but couldn't. After only a moment, he gave up and sighed. "Fine, you win. Will you let me up now?"

"In a minute," Stan muttered as he leaned down close to his friend's face.

Kyle's face turned bright red. "What're you doing?"

"Just seeing something…" Stan mashed his lips into Kyle's, who just relaxed and slipped his eyes closed as he kissed him back in reply.

Stan moved his hands from where they were pinning down Kyle's wrists and tangled one in the redhead's hair as the other braced itself against the floor, holding Stan up. Kyle wrapped his arms around Stan's waist, forcing their hips together and intensifying the kiss. It only lasted a few moments, and when their lips finally separated they just looked at each other with nothing short of love flooding their eyes.

"Stan," Kyle said with a lump in his throat, "don't do this to me. Please, just…help me plan…my–my wedding…my marriage to Clyde."

Stan pulled Kyle to his chest in a tight embrace. "Please don't marry him…please."