I know I know. You have permission to murder me. Almost two weeks without anything? I'm an awful person.

I have an excuse. The first week, I had major writers block. I didn't write ANYTHING. I almost went second week(this week) I had to write A LOT of my NaNoWriMo to catch up with the writing I didn't do before. And I've had a lot of personal issues I've been struggling with. I'm trying to fix everything, but it's hard. :'( But those things

So yeah, this one might be long, might be short. I kinda lost inspiration, but I'm sure with a few good reviews, I'll get the South Park pumping in my veins again!

OH AND GUESS WHAT? I got South Park pajama pants! I found them in some store. They have Cartman riding around on his tricycle in the police uniform, and it says RESPECT MY AUTHORITAH all over it! Jealous, huh? :P

And nobody got the underlying messege in the last one. There's a small one here. If you get it right, you can make an OC for the story! I'll say if there's a winner next chapter, and you'll come up eventually. Maybe not a big one, but still :)

And I think this might be pretty fluffy, but I'm not too sure yet. ^-^

Stan's POV

"Oh shit, dude. We have to go," Kyle suddenly gets up, looking worried.

"Why, this is fun!" I say back.

"Dude, I was supposed to be home ten minutes ago, and we have no idea where we are!"

Kyle was really worried. It was all my fault. I should have made us leave awhile ago. I must have gotten caught up in all the kissing we did. Blushing at the thought, I turn back to Kyle.

"You wana-" I start to say, but am interrupted by the sound of an approaching car.

We've been here for awhile, but yet there hasn't been any cars that have driven by. That is, until now. Kyle comes and stands next to me as we watch the car come up. It's a hybrid, just like Kyle's dad's car.

"Wait. Oh. Shit. Crap. Stan," Kyle says all at once as we watch the car stop about ten feet in front of us.

"Boys?" Gerald calls from the window he had rolled down.

I guess it's too late to run. "Hi, Mr. Broflovski," I call out.

Kyle watches with a scared look on his face as his father gets out of the car and comes towards us.

"What are you boys doing here?"

"We were walking home from Butters' and we kind of got lost," I tell him, knowing Kyle is too afraid to talk.

"What are you doing here, Dad?" Kyle finally speaks up.

"Driving to a clients house. Now, your mother told me Stan wasn't with you?"

"Umm-well-we..." Kyle started to mumble.

"It can be our secret. I'll let it slid, just this once. Only because I haven't seen Stan in so long," he stops and looks at me. I smile. "But you shouldn't lie to your mother."

"Can you drive us home?" Kyle asks.

"Well, I have to be at this man's house in five minutes, so you guys could come with me. I won't take long, and I can call your mother," he says, looking at Kyle.

Kyle looks over at me and I nod, telling him that it's fine. We tell Mr. Broflovski that we will, and thank him for keeping our secret.

We get into the back of his car, since the front seat is covered in paper. The drive takes ten minutes, which results in Gerald running up to the man's house afraid, since he's late. Kyle and I stay in the car.

"What do ya wana do?" I ask. Gerald said it would take at least a half hour.

"Well, I can think of a few things," Kyle says, scooting closer.

"Frisky, are we Kyle?" I ask, laughing.

"I'm joking," he laughs. "I think we've done enough of that for today," he says and winks at me.

"So really, what do you wana talk about?" I ask.

I look at him. He's just sitting there, looking so innocent. It scares me how the one person you would never think to cut themselves or even have a tough life. I see Kyle's sleeve ride up, and I just sit there, starring at the cuts until he replies.

"We never talk about you, so let's talk about you," he says.

"There's nothing about me. I don't really have anything interesting happening," I tell him.

"Hey! I'm not interesting? I'm happening in your life," he jokes.

"Other then you, of course. Wana talk about us?" I ask.

"Sure. What about us?"

"Do you think that I'm-the-the one?" I ask.

I know we're only thirteen, and it's too young to be thinking about the one. But when I'm sitting here with Kyle, it just feels right. It feels like he's the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I don't want anything to come between us

"Well, it feels right. You know? But I really hope so," he says, snuggling up to me. "How about you?"

Talking with Kyle just feels so natural. It's like there's nothing I can't say in front of him. There are barely any awkward conversations anymore. We're completely open with each other. I'm glad he's my super best boyfriend.

"Exactly the same thoughts," I say. "Do you ever want to get married?"

"Of course," he says, smiling. "And I know this sounds like it's getting a bit weird, but I can picture us getting married," he says, blushing.

"No worries, I can, too. But I can't see either of us in a dress!" I laugh.

"Good, because neither can I! I don't have the legs to wear one," he jokes.

We talk about the future for quite some time. What we want in life, who we want in life. Everything. I eventually find Kyle to have his head resting on my shoulder, and our hands together. It feels perfect.

Just as we both get comfortable, we see his father walking out of the house. We separate quickly, making sure he doesn't see us.

"That didn't take too long, did it?" Gerald asks, sliding into the car.

"Nope," I say and look over at Kyle, smiling.

"Can we drop of Stan first, so Mom doesn't see?" Kyle asks.

"Of course," he replies.

And we're off to my house. I've had a perfect day with the perfect person. Even though the day is still young, I have to part with Kyle, sadly.

It wasn't too short, was it? I know, it should have been longer, but I need reviews to get the spirit flowing!

So review! :)