Chapter two is here ^^ Got it up as quick as possible.

I have included other characters which will appear more in later chapters ^^ Enjoy

"That's not mine...Must be Ike's or something." Kyle shrugged and picked up the small DVD case, it wasn't what he would usually watch since it was a horror, but he didn't want to look stupid in front of Stan. He smiled and opened the case, placing the movie into the player, waiting anxiously for the menu to appear on the screen.

"C'mon Kyle sit sit." Stan patted the bed right beside himself and Kyle pressed play before retreating to the bed. A flush of beet across his creamy skin.

He was going to regret this...

Stan had a grin across his face as he watched Kyle retreat under the bed sheets. They were already half through the nightmare film and Kyle couldn't bare it any longer. His whole body was neatly hidden from the screen, of course the raven found this hilarious. "Stop being a pussy Kyle." Stan took a hold of the bed sheets and folded them over to uncover his whimpering best friend.

"I fucking hate horror movies." Kyle mumbled under his breathe, luckily Stan hadn't heard and proceeded to watch the movie. Kyle sighed and looked up at the screen, a small boy was in a coma, lying in a bed at his house. Kyle hated the tension of the movie and hoped that something would distract them from it. Luckily, Kyle's prayers were answered by a knock on his bedroom door, followed by the familiar voice of his mother.

"Kyle bubbie. Is Stan there with you?" She asked from behind the door. Kyle paused the movie and quickly jumped out of the safety of his sheets to open the door.

"Hey mom. Yeah Stan's here." He spoke in a casual tone. It wasn't like Stan was a stranger to Kyle's house, he always stayed around. Kyle smiled at her and felt a warm hand clasp his shoulder from behind. He jumped slightly as he saw Stan behind him greeting his mom.

"Hey Mrs Broflovski." Stan waved innocently and hugged his best friend from behind. Sheila was thrown back by their behavior, but was almost used to it by now since they always acted this way around each other, sometimes Sheila would question the orientation of her son. Stan chuckled and gripped tighter to Kyle.

"what what, WHAT! Stan! Kyle! Not in this house. Take your tom foolery else wheres boys." She exclaimed, a flush of anger and embarrassment on her cheeks. Stan once again laughed at her actions, whilst Kyle tried to squirm out of his tight grip. Kyle was still scared of his mom, even more now than before since she had began to lecture him about girlfriends and sex. Although he had only been out with Bebe in his entire life. And they hadn't even gone to third base.

"Mom. Stan has a girlfriend, it's fine okay." Kyle comforted her with his words, and in all the seriousness, Stan realized he had to let go of Kyle. Stan rubbed the back of his head as Sheila sighed in relief.

"That's a relief. Anyway boys, dinner is in ten minutes, Stan you're welcome to eat here if you'd like." Sheila exclaimed in a happy go lucky voice. Sometimes Kyle really hated his mother. Stan shook his head.

"Sorry Mrs Broflovski. I have a date." Stan smiled.

"That's fine. You're welcome any time." Her voice echoed as she headed back downstairs to the kitchen in a hurry. Stan smiled and headed back into the bedroom, jumping on Kyle's bed. He patted the seat next to him and watched as Kyle rolled his eyes and headed to the bed. Kyle had felt a small part of him die as he heard about Stan ditching a sleep over for Wendy Testaburger.

"Dude, we only have ten minutes...well eight minutes left of each other. Cheer up." Stan's smile inflicted Kyle deeply. He didn't want ten minutes. He wanted all the time in the world with his best friend. Kyle shook his head at the idea. 'He has Wendy to prioritize now' Kyle thought glumly. He knew that his thoughts were selfish and he pushed them back, as far as possible, so he could enjoy his hang out times with Stan.

"Yeah you're right." Kyle smiled truly. He jumped next to Stan and pressed play on the video. It began to play and the scene was intense. Kyle looked at the screen and stuck his tongue out.

"Sick dude. Imagine if a ghost was haunting you. That would be freaky." Kyle shivered at the thought and looked at Stan.

"It happened to Ike remember." Stan spoke. Kyle hadn't remembered that since he was only eight or nine, but faint images popped into his mind as Stan explained. Kyle nodded through the story Stan told and they shared their laughs. Kyle had forgot how incredible their childhoods where.

"Dude. I totally forgot. I wonder if Ike remembers..." Kyle thought for a while, looking deeply at the screen, he didn't feel terror in his body now since he and Stan were talking and filling the silence of the intense movie.

"Don't think to much or your brain will explode." Stan joked as he ruffled Kyles tamed red hair. Over the years he had it chemically straightened since he never liked the mini Afro anyway. Stan began to brush his fingers through the loose silky locks, giving Kyle a nervous feeling.

"Wow man. Your hair is almost as soft as Wendy's." Stan glance at Kyle who had a flush of frustration across his face. Stan was comparing him to a girl. And even worse his girlfriend. Kyle hit Stan's hand away from his hair and reached for his green Ushanka which was laying on the floor. He neatly pulled it over his head and sat in silence. Stan sat in awe, Kyle was used to him feeling his hair since he always used to compare it to its Afro state before.

"Dude, I think you need to chill out for a bit. Wendy must have done something to make you mad since you get all bitchy whenever I mention her." Stan growled low. Grabbing his own hat and putting it on. Kyle's face became guilty. He knew he was over reacting and maybe Stan was right, he needed to chill out.

"Sorry Stan...I'm just tired. I'll see you tomorrow." Kyle tried to revert the tense atmosphere in the room. Stan chuckled lightly and embracing him into a sentimental hug.

"It's totally cool dude. I know Wen- She must be a hard subject for you, since we are spending more time together. But don't worry." Stan released the hug and smiled down at his red haired friend.

"Wendy will never replace you dude. I'll always have time for you." Stan smiled. And inside, Kyle he felt a huge burden lift from him. He felt relieved.

"See you tomorrow Kyle." Stan then took his leave and sat on his bed in silence. It took his a few minutes to realize, but he was supposed to call Wendy and tell her about himself and Kenny. 'Shit' Kyle thought and pulled out his cell phone, he knew It would take Stan a good five minutes to reach her house. He dialed in the number and held the phone to his ear. The dial tone began and Wendy picked up after three rings.

"Hello?" She spoke in an innocent tone.

"It's Kyle." Kyle could feel a sweat form on his brow, what if Stan was already there and was listening. Kyle thought and stared at his hand, he was nervous to admit what he had done.

"Oh hey Kyle. I'm guessing you have done it." She asked, her voice still perky. Kyle fell silent and listened to Wendy.

"So, come around. I'm sure you don't mind right?" She asked again this time in a sickly voice.

"Stan is going around yours." Kyle hissed and mumbled a curse under his breathe.

"Oh, that's right, I'm going on a date with Stan..." Kyle could tell she was mocking him, but didn't blow his cool.

"Well you can go to Bebe's house then, I'm sure she'll be delighted with the evidence." Wendy sighed, clearly she was upset from missing out on Kyle being humiliated but she had better things to do, like Stan.

"Evidence?" Kyle blinked and stared blankly at the wall.

"Of course dumb ass, how else would we know you did it." Wendy rolled her eyes and sat in silence for a few seconds.

" Fine..." Kyle hung up and threw his phone on the floor in a rage. If he took a picture Wendy and Bebe would be bound to bribe him with it some way. The only person he could count on for ideas was...Kenny. Kyle's thoughts were interrupted by a yell from his mom, telling him dinner was on the table. Kyle wished Stan had stayed for dinner, that would have brightened up his glum mood.

He headed down stairs and into the dining room where his mom, dad and baby brother were sat eating.

"Hey." Kyle mumbled and took a place at the dinner table, glancing at the meal in front of him. He wasn't in the mood for food at all, he had too much on his mind at the moment. Pushing his dinner away from him he sat in silence, whilst his family ate the meal.

"Kyle bubbie, aren't you hungry?" Sheila asked in a sweet tone which was unusual to Kyle. She gave him a caring look and watched as Kyle shook his head.

"I'll eat later, do you mind if I go and get some paracetamol from the store mom?" Kyle asked, a pleading look in his eye, trying his best to get away from the table. Kyle's mom had an undecided look on her face, not knowing what to do.

"Aren't there any left hun?"

"No. Please mom." Kyle begged, he needed an excuse to see Kenny.

"Fine. But hurry up." Sheila gave in and tucked back into her hot meal. Kyle nodded and hurried to the front door, leaving quickly and heading for the local store. There was many things he needed to buy there, Pills and something to bribe Kenny with. He knew he wouldn't give in so easily this time around.

The air was cold tonight, colder than usual, Kyle was shivering slightly due to the lack of layers although it was summer. He took his mind away from the weather and back onto the subject of Wendy Testaburger. She had a plan, a devious plan that Kyle couldn't quite grasp. If he was to get her to agree he would have to come up with evidence. But no photo evidence since she would probably show Stan. Kyle held his head in his hands for moments, confused of what to do. He was supposed to be a genius but his brain was denying him that skill today.

Once at the location, Kyle entered the deserted store, fortunately there were only few people in the shop, most buying cigarettes or milk. He walked up the first aisle, glancing at the products around him. In all honesty he hadn't a clue what to buy for Kenny, He knew Kenny liked Porn magazines but Kyle knew that he wouldn't get away with buying any since he was under age. Scrapping his first idea, he looked around the shop.

'Kenny is poor, maybe I could bribe him with food' Trekking down the confectionery aisle, Kyle looked around for foods which Kenny liked. Of course Kenny wasn't fussy since he could barley afford a meal every night. Kyle browsed hard, looking for tempting food, until a voice interrupted his thoughts.

"H-Hey Kyle" 5'8, Slim and blond. Butters was beside Kyle, the usual grin glued on his face. Butters had grown up over the years and into his looks, Kyle even had to admit he was rather cute.

"Oh, hey Butters." Kyle smiled, never taking his eyes off his cute face. He really did sometimes question whether he leaned towards men more than women.

"S-Shopping alone? W-Where's Stan?" He asked, looking at the stacks of food for a certain item. Scanning up and down whilst Kyle still stared at the blond.

"We're not married Butters. He does have a girlfriend remember." Kyle snickered and rolled his eyes, hoping that he didn't notice the hint of spite in the phrase 'girlfriend.

"O-Oh. I forgot" The blond placed a hand at the back of his head and grinned. Butters had a good initiative, he could tell that something was tense between the triangle of friends, to Butters, Kyle was doing a bad job at hiding his problem with Wendy. 'Maybe I should ask.' He thought and peered at the red head who was once again looking down the aisle.

"Pop tarts." Emerald eyes glance up at the top of the shelf. Kyle reached up and grabbed the strawberry flavored packet, looking at the box. "Hey Butters, can I ask you a question." neither were looking at each other, they continued to shop.

"W-Well sure Kyle." Buttters spoke softly. 'this must be about Stan. I'll just let him talk and let it all out' The blond thought intently, knowing the seriousness of the situation which Kyle was in.

"Well. This may sound a little strange but..." Kyle muttered pausing for a moment to think of the question. 'O-Oh no. I hope he doesn't want me to t-talk to Stan for him or somethin' Tapping his knuckles together nervously, Butters nodded for Kyle to continue.

"Well, Do you think Pop tarts will convince Kenny to kiss me?" Kyle asked in a mildly embarrassed voice. Butters stood there. Confused. Dazed. And totally thrown back by the question.

"W-What?" He stuttered. 'He fancies Kenny.'

"Fuck. I guess I shouldn't have asked." His red bangs covered the Jews eyes, he thought Butters would be a lot more understanding, having been through many experiences himself.

"N-No, it's fine. But why?" A silence filtered between the two as the questions brewed in both their minds. Kyle thought about telling Butters the whole story, and how he wanted Wendy to stop being a fussy bitch, but something inside him felt like he couldn't- well shouldn't tell anyone but Kenny.

"I can't tell you. Not right now. But do you think it will work?" Kyle pleaded for an answer from Butters.

"W-well...Pop tarts might work. B-But I think something else will interest him m-more." He shared the information with Kyle, making as less eye contact with Kyle as possible.

"What? If you mean porn then that one's out already. We're not-" A blush on the blonds cheeks had interrupted Kyle, did Butters have a way of getting it.

"You can get it? How!"

"D-Don't worry about that. J-Just meet me at my house in ten minutes." Butters looked a mess, it was if he was talking of dealing drugs. Kyle felt a lot better now, he just hoped this would convince Kenny to kiss him for Bebe and Wendy.

"Alright." Kyle paid for the items he bought, pop tarts, gum and some pills, then headed into the cold again. He decided to head to Butters' house early since he had to kill time some how. As he walked with his groceries, Kyle thought to himself. He thought about the logic's of what he was doing. Going to all these lengths for Stan. HE had thought before it was just so Wendy would learn to trust Stan and let him live a little, but now he was even questioning that idea. He felt like this would all piss Wendy off. For her to feel what Kyle felt. Kyle knew it was wrong, but he couldn't just let Wendy take Stan away.

Kyle was now bursting with confidence, knowing he was doing this for Stan's and his 'bromance'. He had taken his pace to a fast walk now, nearing Butters' house quickly. Once arriving he stood outside and carefully looked down at his cell phone, checking the time. He was on time somehow. Not early. He shrugged off the thought and knocked on the door, waiting for an answer. He was shivering slightly as he waited patiently. Kyle tried to keep warm and shoved his hands deeply into his coat pocket. He waited moments before he heard the increasing volume of footsteps heading for the door. He was relieved when it finally opened and Butter's greeted him in.

"H-Hey again." Butters smiled, there was no trace of his parents and Kyle was glad, if they caught him with porn, he was sure they would tell his parents. Kyle simply looked around the house, not much had changed since he was last here, except for a few new pictures on the walls and a new rug on the carpet.

"C-Could I ask you something now Kyle?" Butters muttered nervously as he lead Kyle into the basement which was converted into a den like room. Kyle simple shrugged and nodded.

"Why not." He spoke, taking a seat on a nearby chair as Butters collected the item for him.

"Well...W-Why do want to kiss...K-Kenny?" He stuttered, although his back was turned, Kyle could tell he was blushing. Kyle didn't feel like answering. It was all too complicated, so he sat in silence.

"P-Please. Kyle. I need to k-know."

"Fine. I don't want to. I have to." Kyle began, making Butters turn around to listen, he didn't understand. Have to?

"Have to? Why?" He asked.

"In all honesty. So I can piss Wendy Testaburger off." The red head had a smirk on his lips, it was like he was in an evil trance, a dark aura emitting from his body.

"T-That doesn't make much sense." The blond looked up and thought for a moment. 'He wants to kiss Kenny, to Piss off Wendy?'

"Sorry Butters, I got a little carried away. Anyway..." Kyle explained the situation and about the camping week. How Wendy was a paranoid bitch. That he was jealous of the time the couple spent together. After a while of explaining, Kyle took a long breathe and sighed. He felt better confessing his feelings and plans to someone other than Kenny.

"Wow. So you don't fancy Kenny then?" Butters was putting all the pieces together and thinking hard, but he soon understood that Kyle was jealous.

"No way man. You can have him." Kyle waved his have and stood up, he looked down at his cell again, his mom was going to kill him, he had already been half an hour from home and he still had to visit Kenny and Bebe.

Butters looked down at the floor, in all honesty he wanted Kenny. He wasn't afraid to admit that, but he didn't want to confide in Kyle, not just yet anyway. H-Here." Butters fetched the magazine and gave it to Kyle. It had a picture of three women on the cover, hardly dressed at all. Kyle cringed. He didn't really have much taste in porn. Unlike most teenagers.

"Thanks dude. See you around 'kay." Kyle saluted and headed up the stairs.

"S-say hi to Kenny f-for me" Butters spoke firmly, Kyle just smiled and hid the magazine in his coat pocket. It would be most embarrassing if he was caught with a magazine like that. Kyle was now heading for the McCormicks residence. He knew his mom would check up on him soon, and force him to get home so he hurried along. As if on cue a text message came threw on his phone, Kyle cringed and read it

'Kyle. Where are you? Mom is getting pissy with you. Seriously pissy. If you get home now I'm sure she'll just ground you for a few years. :) '

It was from Ike warning him of his mothers punishments. Kyle concentrated on his mission and began to text back quickly.

'Hey Ike, tell mom I had to go to the library quickly to get out a book, I'll be back soon'

Kyle pressed send and proceeded up the walkway of Kenny's house. Once there he knocked and was greeted by Kenny, who was alone and looked bored. Kyle smiled as they both headed up to his room again. Being greeted by a room full of discarded clothing and a few beer cans.
"What can I do for you Kyle?" Kenny spoke in a professional matter.

"I'm here on business matters. Oh and also Butters told me to say hi." Kyle added in then went back to his professional mannerism. Kenny raised a brow and chuckled lightly.

"I'm going to propose an offer."

"Oh, sounds like someone is horny." Kenny purred, making Kyle firmly blush.

"No. Well, Kinda." Kyle did want a kiss so that could be classed as a sexual act. He shook his head and looked at Kenny.

"Do you remember when I said I needed a kiss so Wendy wouldn't be a bitch at the camping trip." Kyle pointed out and Kenny nodded, following along perfectly.

"Well I need some ideas. I was supposed to get evidence to show them, but I know a photo wont work." Kyle explained.

"Oh, because...no wait...why the hell not?" Kenny blinked in confusion.

"Because she'll bribe me with it by telling Stan that I'm interested in men." Kenny hit a eureka moment and rolled his eyes at his own idiocy.

"So? Any ideas of how we can convince them?" Kyle hoped that he did, he really hadn't a clue what to do anymore.

"Give them what they want, without a photo." The blond said simply. It was simple.

"Huh?"

"Let's do a live show. But first..." Kenny smirked up at Kyle, a mischievous gleam in his eye. "What are you going to give in return?" He asked, waiting for an answer.

"Here. I bought you pop tarts, since I knew you wouldn't do it for free." Kyle joked around, he didn't want to kiss Kenny just as much as Kenny hadn't wanted to kiss him, of course they both were physically attracted to each other but they both were still only innocent friends to each other.

"Pop tarts? Oh. You shouldn't have" He spoke sarcastically and took the box from Kyle, placing it on his draws. He was surprised when Kyle handed him a magazine.

"Wow, thanks dude. This should get me threw tonight" Kenny joked and opened the magazine, flicking through the pages, a perverted grin on his lips.

"Is that enough then?" the red head hoped that it was since he didn't have much else to offer. Kenny didn't take his eyes off of the pages and nodded.

"Plenty. Well let's get to it then. Just one small question Stan" Kenny closed the pages and looked up into his green eyes, a serious tone about his voice. Kyle shrugged and told him to go ahead.

"Why are you doing this all for Stan?" Kyle stood there in silence, he knew why, but wasn't sure exactly if pissing Wendy off was the only reason anymore.

I love how clueless I have made Stan :) It makes me laugh...at my writing I guess.

Anyway a lot longer than chapter one, but enjoy and review :3

Notes: Will be editing chapter 1 very soon.