Later that night at the Broflovski house...
"Uh, Dad, can we talk?" Kyle walked over to Gerald as he was on the couch, reading a book.
"Sure, son, what's up?" Gerald replied.
"Um... Well..." Kyle rubbed his arm nervously. "Have you ever known someone for a while and you start to think about them differently?"
"Oh, who's the lucky girl, Kyle?" Gerald smiled.
"Uh... Well... It's not exactly a girl..." Kyle said nervously.
"Oh... My... God! It's another boy?!" Gerald panicked.
"Uh-huh." Kyle confirmed.
"W-Who is it, son?" Gerald then asked.
"Stan," Kyle sighed sharply. "I don't know what to do, Dad. What if he doesn't feel the same way?"
"Umm... Well, Kyle, it's, umm... Uhh... Oh, look your mother wants me to help her in the kitchen." Gerald said nervously before running off.
"Dad?" Kyle frowned.
Gerald quickly went into the kitchen.
Kyle sighed and hopped on the couch, then looked down to his little brother. "You're lucky, Ike, you don't have to worry about crazy stuff like this. Hey, Mom? I'm gonna take a little walk."
"Okay, sweetie, don't be gone too long, dinner will be ready soon." Shelia replied.
Kyle walked out and went over to the cemetery where the four boys' best friend's grave was there Chef. Chef was like another father to them, giving out good advice and helping them out when times were tough. "H-Hey, there, Chef..." he greeted the grave weakly and sadly. "We miss you."
"Kyle?" a voice called.
"Gah!" Kyle yelped, then turned to see who it was. "Kenny, you scared me!"
"Sorry about that." Kenny said. "Whatcha doin' at Chef's grave?"
"Oh, just remembering the old days..." Kyle sighed. "Remember how he always sang to us?"
"Yeah, Chef was the best..." Kenny agreed.
"I miss him a lot, he always gave us the best advice." Kyle said.
"Dude, are you feeling okay?" Kenny asked. "You have been acting weird for the past couple of days."
"I... I just don't know how to explain it..." Kyle said. "Kenny, you ever like someone when they wouldn't like you back... Like... Like..."
"Scarlett Johansson?" Kenny asked.
"Uh, no?" Kyle replied.
"Don't tell me you like someone."
"Y-Yeah, how did you know?"
"My sixth sense."
"Your what...?" Kyle asked.
"My sixth sense," Kenny explained. "It detects love in the air and our favorite Jew who has a sweet ass-"
"Kenny!" Kyle glared.
"Is in love." Kenny then finished.
"Well... Okay yeah... I'm in love..." Kyle admitted. "Not with Bebe though... She's nice, but I can't just like her like that..."
"I don't think anyone can," Kenny muttered. "Oh, who is it, dude?" he then gasped once he thought of someone. "Is it Stan?"
"How did you-" Kyle was about to ask.
"Dude, you have been staring at him for the past couple of days." Kenny said while running his hand through his golden blonde hair.
Kyle blushed slightly. "I just... I'm worried of rejection..."
"You two are closer with each other." Kenny agreed.
"But he likes Wendy," Kyle reminded. "How can I compete with that?"
"You could dress like a girl since you've got the look down?" Kenny suggested with a sneaky grin on his face.
"WHAT?!" Kyle squeaked. "I can't do that!"
"Don't you remember that time when Cartman made Butters become 'Marjorine' so we could get that cootie catcher at Heidi Turner's slumber party?" Kenny replied. "Why don't you pretend to be a new girl, get Stan to fall in love with you, and when the time is right, you confess yourself?"
Kyle narrowed his eyes. "Kenny, that has to be the craziest, stupidest idea I've ever heard."
"Stan will sweep off your feet, you're the princess to his prince," Kenny urged. "He's Tuxedo Mask to your Sailor Moon."
"Never make that comparison again, 'Princess Kenny'." Kyle rolled his eyes.
"Come on, let me help you." Kenny took Kyle's hand.
