M'kay so I have no idea where I'm heading with this story. It is not how I pictured it, but hey, it's okay! And I have a little Degrassi quote in here :) For those Degrassi fanatics like moi, who do you like? I 3 Eli! :)

"KYLE!" Stan rushed up to his friend, who was sitting underneath the monkey bars, hugging his knees to his body, shaking. Stan was out of breathe and sweaty.

"Stan..." Kyle hugged his crush, and backed away. "Dude, you're all sweaty. Gross dude."

"Oh you like that, huh?" Stan laughed and hugged Kyle again, making sure to get his stink all over the other boy.

The two had a playful and friendly fight for a few minutes, before Stan remembered why he was there. Kyle had also forgotten, and wanted this moment to last forever.

"Kyle, what's wrong?"

"My...Mom and Dad... ran away..." Kyle muttered all at once. He had forgotten for a few short moments, but everything was rushing back to him.

"Stop. Rewind, and play."

"Want me to start from the beginning?"

"No shit, Sherlock."

"Alright so Ike was home yesterday, and heard what I told you. He told Mom and Dad, and they were pissed. They were gona send me to that Pray the Gay away camp, so I ran away."

"Holy shit dude," Stan sat closer to Kyle, and gave him a side-hug. "wait, this is all my fault!"

"How so?"

"If we had went to my house, like you suggested, Ike would have never heard you!" Stan smacked his forehead, and sighed.

"No, don't blame yourself. It's not your fault. You're not the faggot!" Stan looked as he was about to confess something, but changed his words .
"Is that how they make you feel? Sure, your bi, but dude, nothing is wrong with that!"

"Nervously, Kyle placed his head on Stan's shoulders, sighing. He just wanted to curl up to Stan and escape the pain of life.

Stan, sighing as well, put his head on top of the green ushanka that was being pushed in his face. Both boys thought of how gay it probably looked, but they didn't care. They stayed like that for a little while, before Stan spoke up.

"Listen, if you want, you can stay at my house tonight, and you know, figure things out."

"Really?" Kyle looked up, his face was starting to look slightly happier.

"Hand me your phone," Kyle passed his old, ugly phone to Stan.
"Hey mom, can Kyle stay the night?" Stan spoke into the phone. Kyle pressed his ear to the other side, trying to hear their conversation.

"Well I don't know, it's a school night..."

"Please, it's an emergency!"

"Well alright, I guess."

"I love you, Mom! We'll be home before 8," at that, he hung up.

Stan returned the phone, and stood up. He offered his hand to Kyle. Kyle, accepting it, pulled himself up and started walking.

"You ready to head to your house?" Kyle asked.

"Sure dude. If you are?"

"Yeah one sec," Kyle pulled out his phone again, and texted his little brother, who was much to young to have a phone, but had one anyway.

Fuck you

Stan, peering over the red-head's shoulder, chuckled as Kyle hit the send button.

"Well now that they know I'm not dead, let's go!"

They walked home, almost in silence, other then a few comments here and there. Theire hands brushed up against each-other by accident once or twice. Each time, Kyle would yank his hand away, and Stan would smirk.

Why is Stan being so nice to me? Kyle thought. He's just being a great friend. I mean, he couldn't like me like that. No, for sure he couldn't. He's just a nice guy. Kyle was still doubting himself, but he didn't want to get his hopes up, he couldn't get his hopes up.

When the boys arrived at Stan's house, they went straight for Stan's room. Neither of them wanted to risk Sharon asking any questions, or about why Kyle was seemingly crying over the phone. The two didn't even pass her, as she was probably in the kitchen, still cleaning up from dinner. They did pass Stan's father, though. Luckily he was watching football, and didn't say much.

"Hey boys. Kyle staying the night?" Stan mumbled a 'yes' and Randy just nodded his head, letting them know not to say any more. Fine by them.

They played video games, trying to ignore what had happened earlier. Kyle, because he wanted to get his mind off of things and be happy, at least for a little while. Stan, because he didn't want to upset his best friend any further by asking questions.

When ten o-clock rolled by, they started getting ready for bed. When Stan went to brush his teeth, Kyle realised he hadn't remembered to bring pajamas. Shit, Kyle mentally smacked himself. He had to go in his boxers. Great, what a better way to have an akward moment with his crush.

Stan walked in, not even looking at Kyle. He could see out of the corner of his eyes, and knew that what Kyle needed right now was not an akward moment. He had known him long enough to know that things like this embarrassed him.

Stan went and grabbed an extra blanket, and threw it at Kyle. The two had stopped sharing the bed last year, when Cartman called them gay for it. That incident had something to do with Kyle realising his feelings for his best friend. People had called them similar things when they were younger, but they never thought anything of it, other then to retort with another insult at the person who said it.

Stan flicked off the light, and they tried to go to bed. Kyle couldn't sleep, and neither could Stan. Neither of them knew the other was awake. Kyle started to sob into his pillow, trying to to wake his friend, who to his knowledge, was asleep. Stan heard everything, and was growing even more worried.

So that was around 1000 words. I promise right now that I will never let it become under 800 words. If I break my promise, you can cyber-break my pinky's.

But 4 chapters in 2 days is good, no matter how many words, right?

Anyway, I have gotten tons of chapter alerts and favourites, but not too many comments. I appreciate anything, none the less, but I know you guys can do a better job at reviewing! Come on, leave me a review. The button down there is lonely :(