No depressing stuff yet? Whatabout being kicked out for being gay, cutting yourself, and Butters' dad beating him? There will be more, but I'm not sure when. I want to get past the 'new relationship' fluff first :) Do you guys want more depressing Bunny or Style? You pick. Most votes win! :)

Sorry for taking a bit longer to update, but I've been busy, and kinda upset.

And I'm watching South Park now! I got the season 11 box set, and am watching the entire thing today! I'm on the 6th one. 8 more to go! :)

Another creepish kissing scene. Its kinda embarrassing to write them. :)

Oh and I just name the chapters after what I'm thinking when I publish it.

Stan's POV

By the time my parents are supposed to be home, Kyle and are are laying on the kitchen floor laughing, faces covered in chocolate and an empty bowl in between us. What started out being overly romantic ended up being a fight trying to get chocolate on the others faces. I have to say, it was quite fun.

"You wana start to clean up?" Kyle asks me, chocolate all over his face.

"Ugh, I guess we have to."

Kyle gets up before me, and holds out his hand, helping me up. I take his hand, but don't let go after I stand up, and neither does he.

"Where to start?" Kyle asks, looking me in the eyes, smiling.

"Well," I start, letting go of his hand to pick up the bowl that used to contain chocolate, "let's get this chocolate off our faces."

I lead Kyle over to the sink, and grab a piece of paper towel. I turn the sink on, and wetten the paper towel.

"Here," I tell Kyle, and dap off some of the chocolate on his nose, then his forehead, and then the rest of his face. He laughs as I do it, but also slightly blushing.

He does the same to me afterwards, and then we proceed to clean up the rest of the kitchen. There are a few spots of chocolate on the floor and counter, so we wipe them off.

Once the kitchen is cleaned up, we hear Dad pull into the driveway. We run upstairs, leaving the living room to Dad.

Once we close the door, Kyle steps closer to me.

"Ops, I think I missed some chocolate," he smirks.

"Where?" I ask, not catching on. I touch my cheek, trying to wipe it off, not knowing where it is. Kyle chuckles.

"Here, let me get it," he steps closer, still smirking.

He proceeds to kiss me, continuing where we left off earlier. His tongue grazes my upper lip as we deepen the kiss. I now have him pinned to the wall, our lips never parting. His hands are on my back, slowly slipping underneath my shirt.

While this is happening, I remember when we first met. It was the first day of school for the both of us, and we were the most nervous in the class. Cartman was there, too, and his face was covered in chocolate, and he was just as tubby as he is now, just shorter. The teacher placed Kyle and I next to each-other, and we were instantly friends, always sharing crayons.

When my mind returns to the kiss, I realise that we are now sitting atop my bed. Seconds later, I hear a knocking at the door.

"Stan, what the fuck are you doing in there? You sound like you're jacking off!" I hear coming from the other side of the door.

Kyle laughs, and I cover his mouth with my hand.

"DAD! Kyle's over and we're just playing video games!" I lie, signaling Kyle to go set up my xbox, so if Dad comes in we can keep up with the lie.

"Are you sure, son? Because it's alright if you are,"

"He's telling the truth Mr. Marsh!" Kyle assures him, but is unable to hold in his laughter.

We hear Dad walk away, and I turn to Kyle.

"Is it gone?" I smile.

"Is what gone?" Kyle asks.

"The chocolate!" I laugh at him.

"Not quite yet," he says, before walking over and continuing the kiss.

Kenny's POV

When Butters' and I finally end our kiss, we're both out of breath. Our hair is messed, and my hood is down. We're both smiling, panting and blushing all at once.

"What time is it?" Butters finally asks, breaking the silence.

I look down at my watch, and tell him that it is 5:04pm.

"You wana go over to my place? Grandma says you can stay the night-uh-if you want," he stammers.

I smile, and nod my head. I know Butters is nervous about me staying over-I can tell- but I won't make it nerve-racking for him. At least, I'll try.

"Butters, don't worry. I'd love to stay, but I can sleep on the floor, if you want," I reassure him.

"Nah, you can have the bed, I'll take the floor," he tells me.

"If you want," I say.

I sit up, and hold out my hand for him to take. He accepts, and we start to walk to his house. After a long time of talking about boring stuff, he brings up a question that interests me.

"So what do you want to do with your life?"

"Dude, you sound like a guidance counselor or something," I laugh. "But I'm not sure. I just want a life better then my parents-I guess-but I don't honestly know. How about you?"

"I definatly want a good job. I want to get married, have a kid. Treat it better then my parents treated me, you know?" He tells me.

"Yea, that's kinda what I want. I want to treat my kid good, make him happier then me."

"Kenny, you're not happy?" He sounds concerned.

"Well, I am when I'm with you, or with other friends, but not at home. I mean, we have no money. I recently found out my parents smoke weed and snort coke. It's hard to see them stoned."

"Awh, I'm sorry Ken," he squeezes my hand, still embraced with his.

We talk some more, and end up in front of his 'house'. We walk inside to see his grandmother sitting in the sun room, reading a book. I have to say, it is a beautiful house. It's large, and what you would expect a richer old women to live in.

"Grandma, Kenny is staying the night. Alright?"

"Alright, Leo." I chuckled at her name for him, short for Leopold. His face turned red, and he lead me to his room.

Opinions? And read the thing above about the vote.

I'm watching part 2 of imaginationland now! :)

Kyle just 'died'. KAHL! :)