A/N: Sorry, guys. Dyle totally stole my heart and my story Renaissance of Lilith was the only thing I touched for about two months. Then I finished up Serendipity. …Now I need to do this one I suppose pft. Sorry for the wait. I don't think this guy will be many more chapters. We'll see.

Enjoy~

Stan stared at his phone, brows furrowed as he pushed Kyle's contact information again for maybe the fortieth time in a row. A pause. "Hi, this is Kyle, sorry I-," he hung up and sighed irritably, looking over to see Wendy trying her luck with Bebe again, slamming her phone down and giving him the same aggravated expression back. "What do we do now?" he asked softly.

She got to her feet, snagging her purse from her chair. "We go talk to them face to face. That was the end goal, regardless. Let's just skip the middle step." He nodded, hopping up as well and snagging his wallet out of his pocket, walking to the front counter with Wendy in tow. He handed the cashier their receipt and his debit card, looking at her with tired eyes.

"Man. They're really mad, aren't they?" he sighed.

She shrugged, shifting her weight between her feet. "Well I mean…I can only assume Bebe told Kyle what we did. How would you feel if someone came up and told you that Kyle really did sleep with Kenny?"

He paused, looking at the counter and mechanically thanking the cashier as she handed his card back, shoving it into his wallet and beginning to lead the way out the door. "Like smashing someone's face into pavement I guess," he shrugged. "I shouldn't but I guess that'd just be my initial reaction, you know?"

She nodded, linking her arm through his as they made their way onto the street. "Yeah, I'm sure that Kyle's already imagining how to murder me," she sighed.

"Be careful. He's small but he can fight," he chuckled. "He probably could get you if he really wanted to."

She smiled weakly, "Yeah, but we both know that Kyle likes to take the logical approach to situations, he doesn't tend to get violent."

"But he screams until he nearly passes out," he ran his fingers through his hair and sighed again. "I was really hoping to get to talk to him before the news hit him, ya know?"

She bit her glossed lip guiltily, tugging on him and pulling him in just a little closer. Yeah but…I don't know. Would it really have been better for him to learn it from you? I mean, either way would be hard, but having your ex come up and say 'oh hey I slept with someone I hope that's chill' would be pushing it just a little far, dontcha think?" she winced.

He let that sink in for a moment before nodding in agreement. "Yeah I guess. Or at least I wanted to get us on decent terms first…then let someone else tell him."

"I'm not sure what option would have been better," she admitted quietly. "Now he thinks that you're just a heartless bastard, if he'd found out after you two worked on making amends, he'd feel like he could never trust you again."

"Hell, I may already be on that level," he muttered, his shoulders sinking. This was ridiculous. He was so goddamn tired of this. If Stan could just have his way, he'd fast forward time and land to where the talk had happened, the hurt was lessened, and he could look at Kyle and Kenny without wanting to scream and attack them. But he knew it just wasn't going to happen like that. His life never seemed to give him any easy outs no matter how hard he prayed.

"Marsh! Testaburger!" a voice called to the both of them. They whirled around, finding Token, Clyde, Craig, and Tweek standing together behind them on the sidewalk.

"Hey guys," Stan weakly waved, noticing with a tilted head Tweek and Craig's hands intertwined. Apparently Kenny blurting things out didn't fuck things up for them nearly as badly as it did for their own group…

The four of them walked over towards them, brows all cocked suspiciously. "Dude, you two are back together?" Token gestured between the two of them. "Bebe didn't say anything about that."

"Bebe's busy with Kyle," Wendy mumbled, looking away from him and recalling the horrible way she'd questioned his loyalty to Bebe in their fight.

"Kyle?" he repeated, narrowing his eyes. "Oh really? Because if he's trying to get back with my girlfriend, I'll fucking kill him."

Stan waved his hands in front of him. "No. Kyle and Bebe are just on decent terms. Trust me, Kyle is very much against the existence of the vagina," he rolled his eyes.

"Ain't that the truth," Clyde snorted. Stan looked at him and cocked his head at his tone.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

The group across from them looked at each other, each asking the desperate question. Craig sighed, making the decision for the lot of them. He cleared his throat and fished his phone out of his pocket, tossing it over to Stan. "Open the messages," he directed.

Stan and Wendy glanced at each other before turning down to the device in his hand, doing as Craig instructed. Their mouths slowly dropped, finding a good long group of messages as they scrolled through, nothing but a consistent gossiping all about Kyle's 'endeavors'. "The fuck is this?!" Stan screamed. "Is any of this true?!"

They all shrugged. "Well," Clyde chuckled. "One says that it was me and him and I can guarantee that isn't the case. Me and Annie were out all night," he assured him. "But I don't know, could be, though knowing Kyle I very highly doubt it," he shrugged again.

"Oh no," Wendy bemoaned, putting her hand over her mouth. This was her fault. This was all her fault and she damn well knew it.

Stan could see the wheels turning in her mind and made quick work to throw Craig's phone back to him and put his hands on her shoulders. "Wends, this isn't because of us, okay?" he assured her. "This is people just taking something too far when they don't know the whole story."

Token cleared his throat and Stan looked back at him, his blue eyes drowning in culpability. "Stan…you kinda…started it," he winced. Stan's jaw dropped in shock and he waved his hands in front of him. "Don't get me wrong, hear me out first," he elaborated. He took a deep breath, knowing that he was walking a fine line. Stan could lose his temper nearly as easy as Kyle, he had to take this slow. "When Kyle was mad at you for lying about you two…getting together at my party…I think it was because he was afraid of, well, that," he said, gesturing to Craig's phone still in his hand. "I don't know if it was just because you lied about him, but Kyle knows how fast this kind of stuff gets around…" he trailed off awkwardly, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Shit," he spat, taking his hands off of Wendy and pacing the short width of the sidewalk, his fingers running through his dark hair frantically. "Shit shit SHIT!" Token was right. Kyle was right. He fucked up. He fucked up so goddamn bad.

Clyde watched his friend beginning to unravel and stepped up, "Hold on," he said, waiting for Stan to slow his walk and his shattered expression to find the brunette's again. "Look, Stan, you started it, fine. Shit happens," he frowned. "But the fact of the matter is this kind of shit happens to every couple in goddamn high school, okay? People start rumors and they spin out of control."

"But this isn't just a rumor!" he protested. "This is…completely destroying Kyle reputation! I mean, shit, I should be the one being grounded into the dirt, not him!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands above his head in exasperation. "Fuck!"

"Stan, calm down," Wendy insisted, though her own mind was swimming with complete panic. Was there any way to undo this disaster?

He looked at her and she felt her heart lurching again at those broken eyes. "Wends, Kyle will never forgive me for this! I can't undo this! I can't fucking talk to him and tell him 'well hey I didn't start those don't get angry at me'," he bit his lip, dropping his gaze in defeat at the ground. He didn't know what to do. He knew. He never should have lied to begin with. Why did he need to boost his fucking ego like that? Kyle was right, it's not like he made him wait for years before they did anything…He groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose hard enough he was almost sure that he was going to destroy his sinuses. Not that he didn't feel that he didn't deserve it.

"S-Stan?" Tweek's voice broke out timidly. He looked up at him, seeing the jittery blonde clasping onto Craig's hand like his lifeline. He remembered when Kyle used to do that for him when the world was starting to topple on top of him…He shook it off and cleared his throat, nodding him on. "Well…if I was Kyle…I-I'd want you to be honest, ya know?" he cringed, ready to leap behind Craig as a meat shield if necessary. "I think –gah!- you should talk to him, hm?" he twitched a bit, sniffling and grating his lip frantically.

"What can I even say to him?" he asked softly, his body trying to collapse from the inside out. "I can't just tell him to get over it or that people will forget or to ignore it or whatever…" he sighed, shaking his head. "Kyle doesn't deserve this. Goddammit." His hand went to soothingly rub Wendy's back, who was shaking like a leaf, her morals beginning to unravel her reserve. Craig, Clyde, Tweek, and Token all four looked at Stan's hand and then at each other curiously. Each of them seeming to come to the same conclusion all at once: They were on the wrong side of this fucking fight.

"You're right, he doesn't," Craig raised his brow. Stan looked at him and the opposing noirette offered him a shrug. "I ain't Broflovski's friend, not by a mile. But he's too much of a goody-goody for this shit if McCormick's rants about him are true."

Stan concealed his growl at Kenny's name, knowing full and well that the blonde was probably the only thing even close to the possibility of holding Kyle together right now. He'd just have to accept that fact, jealousy be damned. Better to have Kenny with him than let Kyle spiral so deep into depression and isolation that nothing would be able to rescue him. He looked over at Wendy again who was digging her nails into her arms anxiously. "No wonder they won't talk to us," he said softly.

Craig scoffed, "Or maybe it's because you two sluts are already fuckin' each other. That probably ain't doing Broflovski any favors, either."

The two of them cringed, looking at the ground and filled with a horrid torrent of accountability once more. "We know," Wendy said softly. "We…we want to talk to him and Bebe a-and figure something out, come to a consensus, ya know?"

Clyde snorted, "Consensus?" he repeated. "What? 'Kyle, you just wallow in your misery and continue to be South Park High's biggest known slut, even though you haven't done a goddamn thing, and we're just gonna keep doin' each other and live happily ever after?' You think Kyle of all people's going to take that sitting down?"

"According to rumors he shouldn't even be capable of sitting down at this point," Token smirked, letting it fall when he caught Stan's furious glare. He blinked and shrugged, "You broke up with him, Marsh. I can say shit like that now."

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't say it around me," he hissed. "I still care about him, a fucking lot. Remember how I was before the two of us were dating?" They all nodded slowly, remembering a handful of times that Stan had been Kyle's valiant knight, defending his honor at every turn, even though Kyle never knew about it. Clyde, Token, and Craig had all three been on the receiving end of his anger more than once. Though watching Stan now, they had to wonder if he actually cared enough to leap to the redhead's defense out of an actual caring nature. "Yea, keep that shit up and we're gonna go right back to that," he frowned.

Token cleared his throat, nodding. "Sorry. I know Kyle's not like that. You know that I know…" he shifted uncomfortably and crossed his arms. "Can I…offer some advice?" he winced.

The both of them nodded briskly, "Anything," Stan said. "We're desperate here."

He set his lips and nodded, "Okay then. You need to talk to Kyle and you need to talk to Bebe," he pointed at Wendy. "She's told me all about your little bitch fits about Stan and you've been driving her mad for years. Betraying Kyle when they're friends just broke the camel's back, Testaburger."

"I know," she whispered, her gray eyes falling listlessly to the sidewalk.

"And," he continued, "You two need to talk to them away from each other. At least, Wendy, you can't be there when Stan talks to Kyle."

They both blinked at him. "Why not?" Wendy asked indignantly, putting her hands on her hips. "I have every right to give my side of the-"

"No, you don't," Craig cut in curtly. "This is between Marsh and Broflovski. You being there is going to corner him again."

Stan sighed, "I guarantee Kenny will be there. Why can't I have my backup, too?"

"Because you're not the one who needs backup!" Tweek insisted to everyone's shock. "Stan! You broke up with him, s-slept with Wendy, and now all these people a-are saying these things about him?!" he waved his arm around hysterically, letting Craig gently catch it and bring it back down to his side, trembling in his place. "How has this affected you negatively?!" he demanded, his eye twitching madly. Tweek wasn't ever one for taking sides, but Kyle had always treated him like a friend, Stan always pushing him out of the way to get to his football buddies. Not to the point where he was cruel, but he knew that Kyle was a lot kinder to those on the lower levels than Stan had ever been. He assumed it happened merely out of Kyle's poor social standing, but he always appreciated it when Kyle made him a fresh cup of coffee whenever he spilled his in a fit.

Stan stared at him, a bit slack-jawed. "I-I…the breakup…hurt m-me…too," he fumbled out, getting a resounding eyeroll from the group across from them.

"Yeah, must be real painful with your dick up in her cunt," Craig jerked his head at Wendy, whose face blanched completely. "I mean I know that it's probably drier than the fuckin' Sahara, but at least you had someone. Don't be a fucking pussy, Marsh," he scowled.

"What do you care?!" Stan asked angrily, his temper beginning to stampede onto him. "You don't even like Kyle!"

"I like him better than I like you. At least he's honest, and to a hell of a fault," he replied cooly, grasping Tweek's hand and starting to lead him away down the sidewalk. The remaining four watched after them before Token and Clyde turned back to face the couple looking completely devastated.

"He's not honest!" Stan screamed after him. "He knew Kenny liked him and didn't say a fucking thing to me!" Craig merely flipped him off with his free hand, not giving the boiling noirette a second glance.

Token cleared his throat again. "Uh, okay but…Kyle wasn't the one who held onto feelings for someone and slept with them a few hours later. He'd never do that to you, especially considering how upset he was yesterday. Think about that, Marsh," he cocked his brow before turning and sauntering after the other two, leaving only Clyde to stare at them.

"Well?" Wendy demanded, angry tears threatening to pour down her eyes. "Are you going to come after us, too?"

He shrugged, "Anything I say can't be worse than what you two are thinking of yourselves," he said quietly. "Token and I will do what we can to get rid of the rumors around Kyle, because he doesn't deserve that kind of shit…You two…" he sighed and shook his head before straightening up, staring Stan straight on. "Stan, I hope she's worth it," he said sharply, turning on his heel and hurrying after his friends, leaving Stan and Wendy standing together in a deafening silence.

"I didn't know Kyle had so many other people on his side," Wendy whispered, reaching over and grasping Stan's hand firmly.

He sighed, watching the receding group and squeezing her fingers tightly. "He doesn't. But…I guess all those rumors about him sleeping around kind of proved what they think of us," he jerked his head towards the four of them.

"Whaddya mean?"

He looked at her, smiling sadly. "No one has sympathy for people like us."

A/N: Craig's group to the goddamn rescue. Because someone needs to put those bitches in their place. Okay idek. Shit's still goin' down though. I'm thinking maybe….three or four more chapters and an epilogue? Something close to that most likely. We'll see.

Thanks for R&Ring!