Hey guys! Thanks so much for the reviews, especially SCBunnyGo, for telling me who Kyle was in the new episode. :)

Happy Halloween! I stayed in and watched horror movies, but I was going to dress up as Wendy! :) We look slightly similar. I have a friend who looks like Stan. I`m on a mission to find someone who looks like Kyle, but them I will probably become a freaky stalker. ;)

So National Novel Writing Month starts tomorrow, so I will be pretty busy with that, but I'l try my hardest and add chapters here. Maybe not every 1/2 days but atleast every 3/4 days. Promise I'll never make it more then 4 days unless I go somewhere.

Oh, and when I write, I try to get atleast 500(usually more) words from each POV, or pairing POVs, so like 500 of Kenny or Butters, or both, and same with Stan and Kyle. Just in case you were wondering.

Here we go!

Kenny's POV

"And so now, we're like, official," Kyle explained to me how he and Stan were officially dating. The three of us were by our lockers, the only ones in the hallway. Butters wasn't here today, afraid of his parents coming to the school. Last night, we walked the hour walk to his grandmothers' and he stayed there. She was cool with it, hating Butters' dad and all. She promised to drive him to school every morning, and him and I would walk up there after school.

Stan and Kyle stood there, hand in hand. I was so proud of the two. Their liking each-other was as obvious as Butters and I. The only thing was that Kyle and Stan had a stronger bond then the two of us, as they had been friends forever, and Butters and I only recently. It didn't matter how long we'd been friends, as long as we were together in the end.

I told the two friends/lovers that I would explain everything to Butters, and they agreed. They wanted us to be the only other ones who knew, for now, in fear of Kyle's parents finding out. Neither of them said why it would be bad for them to find out, but whatever. I don't need to know. They don't know anything about what Butters' dad did, so it's cool for them to keep secrets, too.

The bell rang, signaling us to go to class. We all walked off to the familiar room of Mr. Garrsion, and sat down. We no longer had assigned seats, but Kyle, Stan, Butters and I usually sat somewhere close in the middle. Not this time, though. Stan headed for the back row, and Kyle followed suit. I sat in the row ahead of them, in diagnal from Stan.

All through class, I could hear Kyle giggling, and Stan chuckling, silently. In the last ten minutes of class, I was frustrated from not knowing that the hell they were doing back there. I quickly glanced back, doing the 'look-but-don't-look' thing, as Butters taught me. The black-haired boy was passing a note to Kyle, smiling. Passing notes? Gay. Although, I was sure Butters and I would soon be doing the same thing, but I'm sure my notes to him will be slightly more perverse then what Stan must be passing to his boyfriend.

"Stanley! That better be about out lesson!" Busted. Mr. Garrison grabbed the note out of the hands of Kyle, and brought it up to the front of the class.

"We are not to pass notes in class. Let's have a read, shall we?" Mr. Garrison was about to read it, and Kyle's face was red. Stan looked as he could care less, though. "The note reads 'Starks, or Sizzlers?"

"T-th-ats wh-wh-what s-s-she s-s-said!" Jimmy stuttered from the back of class. That's something I taught that boy. If it were anyone else, I would yell that out, but not in reference to Stan and Kyle. For all I know, it could be something dirty.

"Stan! Are you passing innapropriet notes to Kyle in the middle of Math class!"

"What! No, sir!"

"Do not lie in my class! You hear me? Detention for you, after school."

Stan had received quite a few detentions in the past, so he was not mad about this. With only five minutes left in class, Mr. Garrison continued the lesson. A few minutes later, I heard Kyle whispering.

"Starks," he whispered to Stan, but wasn't quite enough.

"Kyle! You can join little Stanley in detention today, too."

"What? No!" Kyle just got his first detention, and he was pissed.

Kyle's POV

Shit! Mom will kill me if she found out I got a detention! I don't mind spending the detention with Stan, but not when Mom is going to find out! We might not even be able to go to Stark's pond afterwards, because then I can't use the homework excuse to Mom.

"Shit, Stan! Mom's gona be so pissed at me!"

"Kyle, calm down. It'll be okay, you'll see!" Stan tried cheering me up, but I don't think it's going to work.

"It will be okay," he tried to assure me, and put his arm on my shoulder, stepping closer. The physical contact almost made me forget everything. Almost.

Since nobody else was in the hall, Stan moved his hand from my shoulder, and slid his entire arm around me. Smiling, I step closer to him, and we walked to the cafeteria for recess.

I managed to go the entire rest of the day without getting in trouble again. I can't get yet another detention, or Mom will go even more balistic.

I still don't know if Stan and I are going to go to Stark's afterwards. I guess now is a good time to find out.

"Are we still on for after detention?" I flinched at that word.

"Sure, dude. If you wana."

"I guess," I was still uncertain.

"You guess? Do you not want to?" Stan looked like he got rejected.

"No, no, I do! It's just Mom will be pissed at the detention, and even more if I come home even later, and what if she finds out about us? She'll kill me, and then you," I was rambling on and on.

"Dude, calm down, you need to have hope. Just come with me afterwards, it'll be really fun. Promise."

I agreed to go. I was going to get in trouble anyway, so I might as well have a little fun.

The detention part wasn't all bad, as I had hoped. I managed to finish my homework, and since Stan and I were the only ones there, the supervisor left to print out something or call someone once or twice, leaving the two of us to talk about whatever came to mind.

The thing is, though, that I didn't care about getting a detention. It's just like after-school help, spending an hour doing homework. I know Mom will kill me. If I lie to her, it will make things worse. I will probably be able to hide that I was out with Stan afterwards, but I will have to tell her about the detention.

My boyfriend and I quickly arrived at Stark's pond. I smiled at that thought, because I finally had Stan. I still couldn't believe it.

"Wha'cha smiling about?" Stan smiled back, and sat down at the bench infront of us, which happened to be facing the pond.

"Just thinking, about us," I said, sitting next to him. I was finally getting over the awkwardness of the fact that we, the two boys who had always been closest, were now dating each-other. It was nice, being over the awkward moments.

Smiling, Stan replied, "yeah, and what about us?" He slipped his arm around me, as I snuggled closer.

"Just that we are finally together. I mean, I've wanted this for so long, and it's finally happening," I said, the smile never leaving my lips.

"How long have you been waiting for this?" He pleaded for me to tell him. He liked knowing every little detail of things.

"Awhile, I'll tell you that. How 'bout you?" I pleaded back.

"For months."

"What made you figure this out?" Surprisingly, none of this was awkward. It seemed natural, almost.

"Well, I don't think I could find anyone to be with better than my best friend. I mean, I already trust you, and know more about you then any girl, and you the same with me. Somewhere over all the sleepovers and studying, the secrets and the hard times we helped eachother with, I kinda fell for you."

"My sentiments exactly,"

This was perfect. Who better to love then your best friend?

We continued to talk about other things, not relating to our new-found love for each-other. If this was going to work, we still had to have the best friend side, not involving all things romantic.

Somehow, it managed to be 5pm already. I walked him to his house, his being the closest. When we arrived at his drive-way, we shared our first kiss.

It wasn't long, definatly not making out. It was just a simple kiss. Still, it was just as special as if it was the longest, most anticipated kiss ever. It was, indeed, the second part, though.

Stan was the one to kiss me. Afterwards, he simply said 'See you tomorrow, dude,' and walked to his door. Maybe next time it would last longer.

I walked to my house, humming the entire way. I was so happy, nothing could destroy this. That is what I thought, until I got to my house, when realisation sunk in. Mom was going to kill me, and Ike was going to love every minute of it.

Okay, I know the depressing stuff wasn't in here. It's just leading up to it. I will try to update again tonight, and if not, then for sure tomorrow.

I really hope you liked this chapter. I spent a lot of time on it. Now, if you wouldn't mind clicking that review button under this for me?