Hey, sorry I didn't get to update last night! I've been getting an average of 3/4 reviews per-chapter. Can we shoot for 5? I'm not going to say 'Il update when I get 5 reviews' because I hate when people do that. But I want to aim for 5! I get like 75 visitors for one chapter in a day. So can at least 5 of you review it? Puhleasee!

Anyway, I don't know where this is going to go. I don't plan ahead very far. I don't even know anything. Just what Stan has been hiding. Want to find out this chapter? Maybe. Not sure yet. Most definitely in either this one, or the next.

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Stan's POV

Brainstorm

-Kyle calls his parents and talks and sees what happens

-Kyle lives here, but he refuses to

-Kyle lives in a box for the rest of his life on some random street corner where the prostitutes go

-Kyle goes home and faces whatever happens

-Kill Kyle

-Kill Ike

-Kill Ike and then Kyle can go home

-Kill Cartman just for fun and Kyle and I run off to New Jersy and become tanned freaks

I look up from the ripped out notebook paper with our ideas. Clearly, we are awful at brainstorming. Half the things we came up with involved killing someone. There were only 3 we came up with that were resonable.

"So out of these, you can either live here, call your parents or just go home."

"Or kill Cartman," he adds.

"Or kill Cartman," I agree.

"Well I guess maybe I could call them?" He was hesitant, and the look on his face told me he definately did not want to call his parents. "Do you think it's too soon? Like, it has only been a few days. But I don't want to stay here for long, and yeah."

"I told you that you can stay as long as you want. And I think you should call them. Just say you're with a friend. Then they won't know for sure where you are. Maybe they will say they were wrong? You never know."

I knew I was rambling. I didn't care. I just wanted to figure this shit out. I mean, Kyle is my best friend. I will be here for him no matter what, no matter how much either of us fucks our lives.

Kyle's POV

"Thanks, dude. I know, I think I should call them. But they don't get home from work until later. I'll wait until tonight."

"Good idea," Stan smiled and his eyes darted towards the floor, looking away from me.

"I love you, dude," I knew Stan would think I said it in a friendly way. As long as he knows I care about him, it's okay. Sure, it would be great if he liked me back, but I doubt it.

His face turned red. "I love you too, man," he hesitated. He just means he loves me as a friend. I know it's true. I'm not getting my hopes up. He's probably just finding it weird saying 'I love you' even if it is to me, his best friend.

I want to talk to Mom and Dad. I can't go forever without talking to them. They can't force me to go to that camp. I can run away to a different town. I could go anywhere, and they can't stop me. They can't drag me home and to a camp. I simply won't let them.

Maybe Stan is right. Maybe they will say that they were wrong to be so harsh. Maybe they will accept me for who I am, bisexual.

I know that this time, I am getting my hopes up. It is possible for my hopes to come true, though. Maybe they will be pissed I left, pissed that I'm bi, pissed at every single part of me. Maybe they won't, though.

I can only hope.

Kenny's POV

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. What was I going to do? I can't watch and do nothing. I can't leave, that would be awful. Do I call '911'? Shit, what do I do? I've never been in this situation before. He is laying on the floor, his dad hitting him every place possible. Can I go in and save him? Maybe if I knock on the door he will stop.

"Never... be... late...again..." Stephan is saying after every swing he kicks at Butters' stomach. I have to do this now.

I run to the front door, and ring the door-bell. I run back to the window, and see if my boyfriend's dad is going for it. He does. As soon as he is out of sight, I signal Butters. He looks up, sees me, and is clearly scared. I jerk my head to the side, telling him to come over. He gets up, slowly, and stumbles as he walks. I give him my hands, and pull him out right in time.

Stephan comes over, looks around for Butters, and then sees us. His son is right next to me now, with a black eye, a missing shirt, and a multicolored stomach. It's hard to look at him, but I don't care. I just need to make sure he is safe, and doesn't have to go through with this ever again.

I do the only thing I can think of. I grab Butters' hand, and run.

Clifthanderrr!

I know it was short. Like a bit under 1000 words. I will write another chapter right after though, because even if you have to wait 10 seconds to get to the next chapter, it's still a clifthanger, right?

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