Sorry it took so long to update. I've really been doing nothing, so there's no reason as to why I haven't written anything, xD. Soooooo. Here's another chapter. Don't kill me if it's totally lame...

I didn't have any desire to look at the comments, for some reason. After Kenny messaged me, I shut down my laptop and cuddled up close to Stan, the feeling of sudden tiredness overwhelming me. I woke up at 2 am. Though still closely held in Stan's grasp, I managed to wriggle out, making my way over to the other side of the queen-sized bed.

I pulled my computer off the side dresser and turned it on, logging into Facebook and coming to find 13 inbox messages, 15 notifications and 4 new friend requests.

First I clicked on my inbox messages.

Kenny McCormick - Kyle.I've been waiting for this day to come. You should come over to my place tonight.

I read that one a few hours ago.

Wendy Testaburger – I knew you were gay. You weren't hiding it from anyone.

For no real reason, I felt a sudden sinking feeling inside my stomach. I was afraid to read the rest.

Eric Cartman – So, you're a Jew, AND a fag? A JEW FAG! HAHAHAHA! Oh my god, I can't wait until Stan stops speaking to you because of this. When he finds out his best friend is a fag, he'll never speak to you again.

Laughing slightly, I read a few more and then decided to go to my notifications. Most of the other messages weren't as bad. They consisted mainly of - It's okay, Kyle! I totally support you! - from girls in my school I had little to no communication with.

I looked to see that the status I put up a few hours ago had 67 likes, and 17 comments.

Well then..

All of the likes were from people in my school. It seemed like everyone I knew had liked it. The comments were also from people I knew, consisting of support, and Craig Tucker calling off one guy who called me a fag.

Craig.

Thinking of him gave me that reoccurring sinking feeling in my chest. Why did I have to think of him at all? I didn't! God.. God dammit. I took a deep breath and leaned my head into the backboard of my bed.

I felt bad telling Stan earlier that me kissing Craig wasn't intentional. I mean, was it? I had mouthed the words kiss me to him. I urged it on. I.. I..

I pulled my phone from the side table and went to text Craig. Before doing so, I went through a few messages and found that he had sent me one.

Kyle. I don't love you. I'm in love with you. I don't want you to be with Stan. I want you to give me a chance. I want you to see that we could be good together! I would treat you wonderful. Give me a chance. Give us a chance.

Goddamn him.

I hate Craig.

He is no longer my friend.

The fact that he even has the nerve to say something like that to me, makes me so.. angry.

I threw my phone at the wall, causing the battery to fly across the room, but my phone to remain basically intact. Stan shot up from the bed upon hearing the impact. He looked frantically from side to side and then settled his eyes on my face. I looked at him, matching his confused expression with a soft smile.

"Go back to sleep," I told him.

He blinked a few times before closing his eyes and settling his head into the pillow. He reached for my hand and I interlocked fingers with him.

"I'm not tired."

"Yes, you are." I responded.

Stan wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to him.

"I love you."

I sighed, closed my eyes, and laughed a little bit under my breath before saying, "I love you, too Craig."

He released his grasp.

"Kyle.."

"Yeah?"

"Craig?"

I raised an eyebrow. "What about him?"

"You just called me Craig..."

"No, I didn't.."

He sat up and furrowed his eyebrows. "What's going on?"

"I'm confused."

"I know you've probably got a lot on you're mind, but you just called me Craig. Are you thinking about him?"

I shook my head. "Did I seriously call you Craig?"

He nodded.

"Stan, I'm sorry. It wasn't intentional. I can't stop thinking about him.. - not in that way," I added, noticing his face grow angrier, "I just feel so bad about what happened earlier.. Stan. You have every reason to be mad at me! I don't understand how you didn't care. I know that, if it were me, I would have been so mad. I don't understand how you're taking this so well."

Stan's look softened.

"Can I see what people said about you on Facebook?"

He avoided everything I just said. I figured that I shouldn't question it.

"Tomorrow. For now.. Can we just have sex?"

"Why?" He asked.

I positioned myself over him and nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck. "I just want to show you how much I love you."

"I changed my mind. I'm tired." Stan said. He closed his eyes, turned over, and gave me no option other than to surrender my position and fall back asleep.

I frowned and pulled the covers closer to my face. A few tears trickled down the side of my face as I feel into a deep sleep. It seemed to last forever before the sun filled my eyes again. I came face to face with my side table clock that read 2:33 PM.

I turned around to find Stan's side of the bed empty, a note lying in the place where he once slept.

I had to go do some stuff, so I'm giving you time to get over your little crush on Craig.

-Stan

Falling over, I noticed that all of his things that once inhabited his room were gone. He was definitely pissed at me.

I pulled myself up from my bed and made my way across my room. I replaced my phone battery and turned it on.

3 new messages.

The first one was from Kenny.

Dude, what's up? Stan came to my house at 5 am and he won't tell me why he's here. Are you guys fighting? I didn't even know you were dating him.

The second one was from Craig.

I really hope you didn't read my last message, it was wrong of me, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking when I sent it. If you haven't read it, don't.

The third one was from Craig, also.

Can you come over? We need to talk.

I ignored all three of them and took a quick shower. I brushed back some stray red curls, got changed and headed out. I took my car. I didn't have any specific direction, but I wanted to get out of South Park for a little while. School was tomorrow, and I needed a break from everyone.

It took a while before I realized I was nearly out of gas, and I didn't have money to buy anymore. I hesitantly turned around and drove back home. I'm wasting my time. Precious, precious time I should be using to convince Stan that I don't have a crush on Craig.

I pulled back into my driveway and set off to Kenny's house by foot. Upon my arrival, I found Kenny sitting on his front stoop, smoking a cigarette.

He waved me towards him to sit down.

"Stan's a pussy."

"No, he's not. He's just pissed at me. He doesn't get mad often, but when he does, he takes it out on everyone else."

Kenny shrugged and exhaled, creating a perfect ring in front of him.

"I don't think he's even mad. He keeps crying and asking for comfort. I didn't even know you guys were dating. So, sorry about that Facebook message."

"It's fine. Is he in there?"

"Yeah," he nodded, bringing the cigarette up to his lips again.

"I thought you stopped smoking," I added.

He dropped it on the ground and stomped it out with his foot.

"It's only when I'm stressed. I haven't for a while. But I only got four hours of sleep because of him, so I needed something."

I frowned and dropped my gaze. "I'm gonna go talk to him, okay?"

"Have fun," he laughed, "I'll be out here if anyone gets hurt.. or dies.. And remember, if it doesn't work out with you two, I'm a good rebound."

I let a grin play my features as I headed towards Kenny's room. I knocked on the door softly and eventually entered when I heard no response. Stan's rhythmic breathing was the only sound that filled the room. I kneeled down next to the bed and nudged him gently in the side.

"Stan.." I whispered, my nose softly running against the side of his face, "Wake up, Stan..."

He squirmed slightly and laughed, moaning my name before opening his eyes and realizing I was there.

"I'm sorry, babe," I said, trying to look as innocent as possible. I widened my eyes until he finally closed his own and sighed.

"I can't stay mad at you. But if I hear one more thing about Craig.."

"You won't! I'm not even thinking about him anymore. Tomorrow, at school, we're going to walk in together, hand in hand, and everyone will understand not to bother us. They'll know that we're together. That we're inseparable."

"Or they'll laugh at us and call us fags."

"Hopefully people have enough decency not to."

"As long as we're faithful, nothing and no one will come between us."

LOL JK. Wow. This story is horrible. I'm sorry. I give up. -shot-. FUCK. SO. As you can see, writing is entirely on a whim, but next chapppyyyy, you'll see those 'other males interests' that I proclaimed in ze summary. Don't give up on me yet. I promise, promise, promise, it will get better, and it will be worth reading. Please review if you see any grammatical errors so that I can correct them. And review in general, just because.. I said so.