Sorry for taking so long, but it was Christmas! How was everyone's holiday? Any cool South Park stuff?

Don't be too jealous, but I GOT A KYLE DOLL!:D I also got a giant Kenny pillow, a South Park digital calender and the South Park Christmas collection! :D :D :D :D

Anyway, some Style for my lovies :)

Kyle's POV

I look at my computer screen, where I'm talking to Stan over IM. I asked him the night prior about coming over, and he obviously said yes.

Stan: So your Mom is fine with me coming over?

You: Ya. But we're trying to prove that we're supposed to be together, so we have to act like it. But we're not 'allowed' to sit together, or be alone fucking rules.

Stan: :(

You: So yeah. Be nice. Look nice. Act in love. Got it?

Stan: Got it.

You: Cya in an hour. Bye. 3

Stan: Bye 3

Stan has logged off

I smile. We're such a cheesy couple, but that isn't a bad thing.

I log off as well, and go to get changed. I don't know why I bother, because Stan has seen me in everything I have worn, but I want to look night could change my life. This night might change Mom's mind and she could let us date. It's definitely a night to remember.

I throw on some just-washed jeans and a nice, dark green button up shirt. I fix my hat atop my head, which I never take off. I spray some axe into the air, stepping through it. I must smell nice.

After making sure I look fine, I go downstairs to talk to Dad.

"So, Kyle, you ready?" Dad says with a big smile on his face.

"This better work," I say.

"I hope so. I talked to your mother earlier. She promises to be nice."

"And Ike?" I ask nervously.

"We sent him to a friend's for dinner. We both agreed it'd be best if he wasn't here."

"Good," I say, smiling.

"You and Stanley will sit across from each other. No being alone together, but you already know that," he says, and I nod. "Just act like you did when you were with me. You're mother might realise how in love you are."

I nod, once again, and follow Dad into the kitchen where we see Mom making dinner.

"Kyle, honey. I want to make sure you know that this doesn't mean you two can be together. But your father insists that I see how you two are together. I don't plan on changing what I think, but if you can prove to me that you guys are as happy together as your father says you are, we'll see."

I almost want to hug her. She needs to let us be together, because I hate sneaking around. As romantic as sneaking around seems, it starts to get to you.

I wait for ten more minutes, before I hear a ring at the door.

"I'll get it!" I say, running to the door before Mom can get there first.

"No funny buisness!" she says, returning to what she's preparing.

I open the door, to see Stan standing there in a dark blue buttoned up shirt, jeans and converse. He's not wearing his hat, revealing his cute, dark hair.

"You look nice," I say, smiling.

"So do you," he returns.

He takes off his shoes and we both walk in to the kitchen.

"Hello, Stanley," Dad greets him.

"Hi Mr. Broflovski," Stan greets back.

Mom and Stan share a simple 'hello'.

"How long until supper is ready?" I ask.

"Five minutes. You boys go sit in the living room. Your father will come supervise you."

I sigh. I wish Dad didn't have to come with us.

"It's fine," Stan whispers to me.

We all go into the living room. Dad takes the chair, and Stan and I sit on the couch. We're almost a foot apart, which kills me.

"Boys, don't mind me, do what ever you please," Dad says, picking up a newspaper. He folds it out, and his face is covered by it. He can't see us.

Stan and I both move closer to one another, and our legs end up touching. Our hands find each-others and we sit there together, enjoying each others company in a comfortable silence.

Mom eventually calls us in, and we separate as fast as possible.

Sitting at opposite ends of the table, we receive our food. I notice Stan wait to until Mom and Dad dig in before he touches his food. Once they do, he goes right for it.

All I do is wait for the conversation to start, and occasionally take a bite. I'm too nervous to eat as much as the other three are eating.

After a few minutes, Mom starts the conversation.

"So how are your parents?" Mom asks Stan. Typical question.

"They're great," Stan says casually.

I look at him and smile when Mom looks back at her food. In a way, I want her to see us smiling at each-other. Anything that will help her realise that we make each-other happy is good to me.

"And... do they know about you two?" Mom says, directing her head in my direction.

How embarassing.

"Yes, I just recently told them." Fine by me. I'm fine with them knowing.

"And they're fine with it?"

"They say as long as I'm happy, they are," Stan smiles, and I smile at him. I notice Stan biting his lip. It looks so cute, I want to kiss him.

"I still don't know. You boys both realise that homosexuality is a sin, right?"

I nod, and Stan follows my lead, nodding.

"We can't change who we are," Stan says after a second of uncomfortable silence. I silently thank him for saying something.

"But you can change your views on homosexuality," Dad adds in.

I smile at Dad, and he nods.

Mom gives Dad a death stare. I roll my eyes, and I catch Stan gazing at me. I wish we could be alone, just for a little while. I need to be alone with him.

After we all eat some more, and my nervous thoughts fade away, we sit around the table to talk for a little while.

"Do you boys just want to get to it?" Mom says.

I know what she's talking about. She wants to know if we want to get the conversation we've all been dreading.

We both nod.

"You know I don't approve of... gays," she seems to have trouble saying that word, "but I do love you. You two boys have been awfully close forever, and I would hate to tear that apart."

I smile. Maybe she will approve of us!

"I want you to be happy. That still doesn't really change my opinion on fa- I mean, gays." Close one, Mom.

"As long as you two don't do anything romantic around me, you guys can continue seeing each other."

I almost fall out of my chair. I'm so happy! I thought she might change her mind, but now that she's given us permission to see each other, I couldn't be happier!

"Thank you! Thanks so much, Mrs. Broflovski," Stan thanks Mom with a smile as big as mine.

I look at Dad, the smile still on my face. He nods and gives me a small wink. I have a feeling him and Mom talked more about this before hand.

I know I should have continued the night, but I will do that tomorrow, probably. The next chapter will most definatly be Style. :)