Stan POV

I woke up pleasantly surprised at the sight of Kyle nuzzling against my side. I smiled gently, removing the arm I had wrapped around him to rub my eyes. In response, he groaned and yanked my arm away, holding it to his chest and placing a kiss on it before drifting back to sleep.

I chuckled softly when he purred in response to his hair getting stroked. Another whine escaped his lips when I sat up, but I brushed off his disappointment and turned my attention to the clock.

It was briefly seven, which left us roughly an hour to get ready for school.

School.

I groaned at the thought of the place; Starting from today, we'd have to pretend that we weren't dating. Obviously, that meant we couldn't hang around each other- it'd be evident with our constant need of affection. Running a hand through my disheveled hair, I sighed, assuring myself that we'd somehow see each other during the day.

I snatched the pillows that Kyle was resting on, causing his head to smack against the mattress. I snickered when his arm shot out, slapping every surface in search of the pillow that brought him comfort. I lifted one of the pillows I stole and whacked him with it, earning a grunt from the grumpy redhead.

He glared at me when I kept pestering him with the pillows. To this, I just grinned and continued to bother him.

"Fuck you, Stan." He muttered, finally sitting up.

"I'll have to take you up on that offer later, dude. I don't want to be late because of you again." I teased, throwing the comforter over his head.

He grabbed the comforter and threw it back, laughing when it hit me. "Excuse you. This is like," he paused, thinking for a second, "the first time you've ever woken up before me. Don't get all cocky."

"Let me have my fun, you dickwad." I pouted, getting out of bed and stretching. I strolled over to the closet, flinging the door open to search for the shirts that Kyle has left on previous occasions.

"My backpack is in my room." Kyle spoke up, yawning. "I might as well just go get my clothes too."

I tossed him a sweatshirt and shut the closet. "Yeah, okay. I'll see you around school, then." I said, smiling sadly at him. After covering his bare chest with the sweatshirt, he grimaced as if remembering our 'break up', pulling his hat further down his head. "I'll walk you out."

"Today will be horrible." He said as we trudged down the stairs. I laughed and patted his head.

"It won't be that bad." He scoffed at this and opened the door, hesitating when a cold breeze hit him. I turned him around to face me and wrapped him into a hug. When I felt his small arms wrap around my torso, I smiled and kissed his cheek. "Text me when you get to school, okay? I want to make sure that you get there safely."

"You're such a dork." He laughed, pulling away and stepping outside.

"Good luck with your mom!" I called out just as he was about to cross the street. He turned and flashed me a smile, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he jogged across the street.

I closed the door and sighed; hopefully nothing too bad will happen.

Walking into school wasn't any different today; nobody acknowledged my presence, so I set my destination for my locker. After much difficulty, I managed to pry out the required books for the classes I had today.

Sliding down to the floor, I checked the time. There was roughly a quarter to eight, so I wouldn't have to sit here for too long. Before returning my phone to my pocket, I texted Kyle, asking him if he was going to be arriving anytime soon.

About 18 minutes passed and I had yet to receive an answer. I didn't worry for long, though, because right when I was about to text him again, Kyle arrived.

He was instantaneously greeted by Cartman, to which he frowned upon. The fatass attempted to trip him as he passed, but Kyle stumbled and caught himself just as he was about to fall.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could've sworn that I saw Kyle attack Cartman, but I chose not to watch, instead focusing on the textbook resting in my hands.

Just as I looked up, I saw Kyle knee his opponent. The bell then rang, ending the small fight that was taking place.

I sighed. Today was going to be a long day.

A/N:

I seriously had no idea how to start and/or end this chapter. Hopefully, this was satisfactory enough. I have more ideas now that I got this transition/filler-chapter out of the way, so updates will come more often.

Thanks to everyone who was patient enough to wait for this chapter. Love you guys!

- Stella xo