"It's not funny, dude!"

Stan groaned, playing with his bowtie stupidly. Kyle chuckled from a few feet away. They stood in a small dressing room before a tall, elegant mirror, both men wearing their most formal attire.

"Need some help?" Kyle asked his long-time best friend. Stan shook his head stubbornly. He continued trying to tie the damn thing, but with no success. "C'mon, man," Kyle said. "You're getting married in a half hour. You want to look good for Wendy, don't you?"

With a short nod, Stan dropped his arms to his sides, and let Kyle come closer to him. Kyle proceeded to help Stan with his bowtie, noticing how nervous and shaky his friend had become.

He said, "Chill. You got nothing to worry about," Kyle told him. He stepped closer to his friend and continued tying the clothing. Only a few inches separated their faces.

Stan shrugged. "I just don't know about this whole thing," he admitted. "I dunno if I can take this much pressure,"

Kyle smiled reassuringly. "You love her, though, don't you?" He asked softly.

"Yeah, of course, but…"

"Then 'but' nothing! You two were meant for each other," Kyle told him with a smile. Stan just nodded as Kyle finished with his bowtie.

"I don't think I'm ready to be tied to one girl for the rest of my life," Stan told Kyle in anxiety. "I'm not ready to say goodbye to the single life forever,"

Kyle rolled his eyes. "At least you've got her," he said with a slight scornful tone. Stan gave him a look.

"But you could have anyone, Kyle," he told him. "You're lucky gay marriage isn't legal – you don't have to commit like this. Once the ring's on, there's no turning back," he said dramatically.

Kyle smirked. "Well, the ceremony's not for another twenty minutes," Stan rolled his eyes. "Maybe it's not too late," he whispered huskily.

Stan gave him a confused look. "What do you mean?"

But Stan's question was useless, as Kyle planted his lips on Stan's. Stan kissed him back deeply, as he'd kissed Wendy so many times. Soon, they pulled away, and Stan smiled.

"Now it's just going to be harder to leave behind being single," he remarked. Kyle smirked and kissed his friend again.

There was a quick, sharp knock at the door before it swung open. The two pulled away quickly before meeting eyes with Kenny, who wore a large grin.

"So is the wedding off, then?" he said playfully. Stan and Kyle rolled their eyes. "One of Wendy's bitches – ahem, bridesmaids – told me to come and get you. That is, if you're not to busy with Jew-boy over there," he added with a smirk.

Kyle and Stan's faces turned a slight shade of red before they nodded, and Kenny left. Stan turned to Kyle again.

"I guess I'd better get out there," Stan said worriedly. Kyle smiled, giving his best friend one last peck on the cheek.

"If you kiss her anything like you did me," he told him, "Then you're in for a long, happy life together,"

Stan smiled and nodded, starting out the door. Kyle sighed, wiped away a stray tear from his cheek and followed silently.


A/N: So, this is the first in the series of oneshots I'm doing. I don't know how many I'll do, but probably around ten - thirty depending on how much time I can find. R&RPlz