As promised, here's another chapter right away!

I changed it a bit, cause I didn't know the whole Jewish and hell thing, so yeah. Thnks for telling me, cause I don't know much about Jewish people, other then a few things I learned from Google, and the stuff I learned from South Park :)

The next day at school, Kyle, for some strange reason, felt even closer to Stan. He knew that he probably wasn't loved back in the same way, but it was like a huge weight was lifted off his shoulders since he didn't have to hide his secret. Or, half of it, atleast.

Stan was the only one that knew that girl didn't just like girls. He knew Kenny wouldn't care, but if Kenny found out, he would be tempted to tell Butters. Kenny and Butters were best friends. Everyone thought they were gay, but nobody knew for sure. Cartman still hung around them, but nobody knew why. He hated them, and they hated Cartman. It was always like that.

The 5 boys were all at their lockers, which just so happened to be together. Stan hadn't thought much about Kyle's secret since the day prior, but he did think about who he could like. He never once thought that it could be him. It wasn't bugging him too much, he knew Kyle would tell him eventually.

The bell rang, letting them all go to class. They were still with Mr. Garrison, who seemed to follow them through the grades. Garrison hadn't changed a bit. He still rambled on about his dates and got pissed off whenever one of them was a jerk, forcing the boys to do book reports.

Nothing really changed since fourth grade. The same people were in their classes. They were in the same school, since the school board decided to put elementary and middle school together, going from grade 1-8. Next year was high school.

The 4 friends, plus Cartman, were eating lunch. Stan and Kyle had both brought their new favourite food, nutella and chip sandwhiches. Kyle had made an extra for their poor friend, Kenny, who never had a lunch with him. Kenny was disgusted as Kyle first was, but ended up eating it all in starvation.

Cartman had his side of the table piled in food. He had about 3 bags of cheesy-poofs, pop-tarts and a bottle of Pepsi. If it was even possible, the bulbous boy had gotten even fatter.

Stan, with nutella all over his face and chips sticking out the side of his mouth, noticed something was wrong. Kyle wasn't saying as much, and looked upset. "Kyle, dude, you okay?"

"I'm fine," Kyle said right away. Kyle was not okay. Sure, he felt closer to Stan, but he felt farther away from happiness.

After Stan had left the night before, his happy thoughts were soon replaced with bad ones. His parents came home from work, and things went in a downwards spiral. Gerald thought that Kyle was gay for Stan. Yes, he was, but Kyle wouldn't admit to it. Whenever his dad would comment on them in a romantic way, he said it in a disgusted voice, and had even told him he better not like him. Sheila, was as well a homophobe.

When they ate supper that night, the subject came up again.

"Kyle, you and Stan still seem to be very close. You're sure your not... you know..." Kyle's father was obviously avoiding the word 'gay'.

"Of course he isn't Gerald! Our little bubelah knows better! He knows that gays aren't accepted. He wouldn't such a thing!"

Those words hurt Kyle more then any other comment they had ever said about him. He felt like a bad person for lieing to his parents. He knew there was nothing they could do to make him straight. Sure, he liked girls, a lot even, but he also liked Stan, a boy. There was no changing him. He wasn't repulsed my himself, he just wished his parents wouldn't be, either. Why couldn't everyone be as accepting as Stan?

Kyle had been replaying that conversation over and over in his head, completly blanking out from Stan trying to see if he was okay.

"Kyle? Kyle? KYLE!" Stan was snapping his fingers in front of Kyle's face. The boy had been sitting there, stairing off into space for minutes.

"Wh-wha-what?" Kyle shook his head, snapping out of his thoughts.

"You sure you're okay, dude?" Stan was becomming concerned.

"I'm... I'm fine."

"Alright then," Stan still wasn't convinced. He grew even more worried when Kyle has continued to seem distant all day.

"Kyle! Class is over!"

"Oh, sorry dude," Kyle was still distant during his last class. He had completly spaced out and hadn't realised it was time to go home. If Stan hadn't been there, he probably would have sat there for another hour. He couldn't stop thinking about everything insulting or homophobic his parents had ever said.

"Wana walk home?"

"Sure Stan."

The two boys were half way home, when Stan was getting annoyed by not knowing what was troubling his friend.

"Alright dude. Time's up. Tell me what's wrong, now."

"It's just... family stuff. You know?"

"Okay, well, if you want to talk about it, I'm here. You know that, right?"

"Thanks. I'm good though. Nothing major is going on," Kyle lied. He oh-so-badly wanted to tell Stan everything, but he couldn't without letting it slip that he loved him. He had to stay upset for now, no matter how bad things at home were.

Alright that one was about 1000 words. Better then usual, and I have to go for review!