The following weeks were filled with us having sex and making out. Each time we did it I felt like I was getting better at reading Kyle's body. Kyle is feeling more and more like a drug every single day.

I was dressed in dark jeans and a red long sleeve tee. I was meeting Kenny and Kyle at Dave and Busters in Denver. My dad is going to pick us all up when it's over. I did want to do the quite dinner thing but seeing as how my parents knows about Kyle and I, I would rather be out from their watchful eye. I look at my phone. Kenny and Kyle have already grabbed a table.

I spot Kyle at a booth as soon as I enter the eating area. I can tell he is wearing a tee shirt but has a jacket on over the tee. Kenny is wearing a pair of my old jeans and a new shirt I had never seen him wear before.

"Hey dudes" I greet walking up to them.

"Happy birthday!" exclaimed Kenny pulling me in for a hug. Kenny has started working at Target as a cart attendant. He switched schedules with a team member so he could here this evening. I blushed. I never get use to all the attention I get on my birthday.

"Thanks" I reply. I gave Kyle a quick peck on the lips.

"Happy birthday!" he smiled. "I already got money on the cards for us. I didn't want to order the food until you got here." Leave it to Kyle to be so thoughtful. "Okay let's do this!"

We played a lot of games together laughing as if we were 9 years old again. Kyle beat me at the basketball and I beat him at the dancing game. Kenny surprisingly beat us at this kung fu panda game. After a good hour and a half I was ready to eat. We go and sit back down in the booth.

I look up and I see Cartman walking over. What is he doing here?

"Sup guys" he said.

"Hey" offered Kenny. Kyle gave a small wave to not be rude.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I knew today was your birthday but I am actually here with Clyde and Token. They are somewhere around here. I wanted to say happy birthday and I got something for you but it's at my house. Can I bring it to you later?"

"Um sure" I reply. "I am not sure when I will be home though."

"It's cool" he replied. He looks happier. "I will see you later then. You still got my number right?"

"Yeah"

"Text me when you leave" Cartman walks over to a riding game where I can see Clyde and Token talking. I haven't been talking with Cartman like that. I am sure he would not forget my birthday.

"I think that is the first time in months he didn't say anything stupid" said Kyle.

"Yeah pretty much" I replied. "I wonder what did he even get me?"

"We can see later tonight" replied Kyle.

I laugh. "Yeah." I had to beg my mom to let Kyle stay the night. My dad was completely against it but caved since it is my birthday. We ordered our food, eat, and went right back to playing some games. Kyle and I decided to save our ticket count for next time while Kenny went ahead and used his.

My dad dropped Kenny off home before heading to the house. The ride was not as awkward as I thought it was going to be. He is slowly coming around but I can tell he still doesn't know what to say to us.

"Stan, did you want any cake or anything?" he asked getting out the car.

"No dad, I'm good. Thanks for asking." I didn't want him to feel hurt that I turned him down. I just really wasn't feeling like cake this year. I am glad that I am turning 17 but it's just another year of bullshit in my mind. "Hey mom"

"How did everything go? Hi Kyle."

"Hi" replied Kyle.

"Everything went great. Kyle and I are saving our tickets to get a bigger prize."

"Anything in particular?"

"Not really" I shrugged. "We will be upstairs."

"Let us know if you need anything."

"Keep your door open!" yelled my dad.

"Dad, I am going to be changing my clothes and I will be closing the door. We are not going to have sex." This is annoying and why I didn't want them to know we were dating.

I close my room door anyway taking off my shirt. I walk over to grab my sleep clothes. I grab Kyle's as well. I can see him looking at me.

"Don't get any ideas" I laugh. I see Kyle nod licking his lips. We finish changing clothes and I am getting ready to open my present from Kyle and Kenny when my mom knocks on the door.

"Eric is downstairs for you." Shit, I forgot all about him. Kyle and I head downstairs. I see Eric sitting on the couch looking annoyed.

"Dude, you never sent me a text"

"Sorry, I forgot. You can come up for a minute. I was just about to open my other presents." We head back upstairs. I see Cartman looking around my room as if he never been in it. He had a party bag in his hand. I sit down on the floor with Kyle.

"Open Kenny's first" he said all excited.

"You must know what he got me."

"Of course I do." I open Kenny's box and pull out a Broco's Jersey. "Dude! Omg this is so sweet!" I stand up in front of my mirror to make sure it would fit okay.

"Okay now open mine!" said Kyle handing me the box. It's a small box. I wonder if he got me a necklace or something. I open the box and see two tickets inside. I pull them out and realize they are tickets to the last game of the season for the Brocos. I actually start screaming. Kyle is laughing while Cartman is frowning a bit.

"This is like the best birthday ever! I never expected all of this."

"Kenny and I decided to collaborate this year. I knew what I was going to get you but he didn't know what he wanted to get you. I am looking forward to us going to the game. My parents got the room booked and everything so we will be within walking distant of the stadium."

"How do you even know he is taking you?" asked Cartman.

"Um because this is something we always talked about." Kyle stated. I reach for Cartman bag but he pulls bag out of reach.

"Can I have a private moment with you Stan while you open my gift?" I don't know how to feel about this request.

"Why can't I just open it."

"You can but I would prefer a private moment with you. Come on, have a heart. We barely even get to talk anymore."

"Are you serious?" asked Kyle standing up. "It's Stan's birthday and he can do what he wants."

"Kyle, it's okay. Can you step out for a moment?" Kyle gives me a look that lets me know I will hear about this later. "Alright Cartman hand over the bag." Cartman hands me the bag.

I open the bag and pull out a paper with a picture. What the hell is this? Before I could react Cartman is kissing me. I push him away from me.

"Dude what the fuck."

Cartman is blushing which I have never seen him do. "I got us a package to go to six flags for next summer. I want things to go back to how it was before the accident except better." This is unbelievable.

"I am dating Kyle, you know this. I can't go on a trip with just you and me. That is not going to happen. We can still be friends though. As long as you are not being asshole."

"What is so fucking great about Kyle. You never gave me the time of day Stan. It was always about Kyle!"

"We hung out plenty of times. Each time I did you were always getting me into some kind of bullshit. The boat accident scarring me for life right along with your god damn joy ride." Cartman tries to grab my hand. "Don't touch me."

"Really, after 17 years it has come down to this?"

"You did this to yourself. Please take your gift and do whatever it is you want to do with it. I can't take it." I had him the bag back with him looking angrier than before.

"I am going to destroy you" he growled. You thought what happened at the beginning of the school year was bad. Just you wait."

"What did you just say" I ask knowing what I just heard. Cartman gives me a smug face before opening my room door. I follow him downstairs. "You do anything to me and Kyle and I will kick your ass." I see my mom and Kyle look up. He was sitting with her on the sofa watching TV.

"Is everything alright?" asked my mom.

"Everything is fine, Cartman is leaving." Cartman gives me one last glance before heading out the door. I felt sick to my stomach. I head back upstairs not even saying anything to Kyle. I head straight to the bathroom to rinse my mouth out. I can see Kyle standing in the doorway.

"What the hell was that?"

"I don't want to talk about it"

"Can you at least tell me what Cartman got you?"

"Not a damn thing because I refused his gift." I walk out of the bathroom and back to my room with Kyle behind me.

"Was it that bad?"

"I would rather not get into it." I pick up the jersey and put it in the closet while placing the tickets next to my computer. I run my hands through my hair. How long has Eric been feeling this way? It sounds like it has been a while. I never really hung out with him like that when we were kids one on one. It was always with Kyle and Kenny most of the times.

I am trying to figure out if I should tell Kyle about this. He has such a short fuse. I know he would end up running with this. I take a deep breath as I decide to feel him in. We never keep secrets and I don't want to start now. I sit down on the bed and so does Kyle and I know he is looking at me.

"Cartman has feelings for me but of course I don't return those feelings. He took it pretty badly, like how he always takes things that don't go his way."

"What?" exclaimed Kyle.

"Yeah I know right. I didn't ask him too many questions. I just made it clear I am not interested in him and that you and I are together."

"I don't even know what to say. What was the gift then?"

"He fucking planned a trip for us next summer. I told him there was no one I was doing the trip and that we could still be friends."

Kyle folded his arms. "I don't think you should even be friends with him. I don't trust him to not try and cross my boundaries." I smile on the inside knowing that he said his boundaries.

"You don't have anything to worry about. I barely talk to him. We only Bio together until the 3rd quarter. I will keep things friendly." Kyle kissed me.

"I trust you, I just don't trust him. This is the guy who made being gay sound like the ultimate crime in society." I agree with him but I won't tell him that. I don't need him freaking out more than he already is. I lay back on my bed with Kyle laying my chest. We start talking about what it will be like going to the football game. I do have to say all in all this is not a bad birthday.