I love South Park, dude, it kicks ass! I'll try to update chapters ASAP!

I've never written a Yaoi or a lemon, so please bear with me. I'm hoping it doesn't suck ass.

Disclaimer: I do not own South Park. Although I would like to.

"God, I just can't believe you!" shouted Wendy, her face turning slightly red as she yelled at Stan. "What the hell are you getting so worked up about?" he retorted. "It's just one night! Jesus Christ!"

Wendy was Stan's on-and-off girlfriend of about a year and a half. They routinely broke up every couple of weeks, and not only a week later did they get back together again. And now, it seemed as if they were on the verge of yet another break up. Stan was "ditching" Wendy for his super best friend, Kyle. At least that's how Wendy saw it. But Stan had made plans with Kyle first, and didn't want to let him down.

"You know what Stan? If you can't even put me before your stupid friends, then I don't see how we can make this work!" Wendy said dramatically, as Stan rolled his eyes. "So who's it gonna be?" Stan looked Wendy dead in the eyes and calmly replied, "Kyle." Wendy's mouth dropped in shock at Stan's words. She quickly gathered her composure and said simply "Screw you, Stan Marsh. Have fun with your little boyfriend," and walked off.

Stan turned and walked in the opposite direction, feeling slightly sad. Another break up. "But of course I'm going to pick Kyle over her," Stan thought to himself. "Dumb bitch." He walked down his driveway. His parents were still not home. He walked inside and threw his backpack beside the couch and plopped down. He reached for the remote, and turned on the T.V. He flipped channels until he found some Terrance and Phillip re-runs.

The phone rang, startling Stan. He reached over and answered. "Hello?" he spoke into the phone. "Hey, dude, it's me," said Kyle. Stan's heartbeat picked up at the sound of his voice. "You comin over tonight or what?"

"Yeah, dude, I'll be there in a bit."

"You okay?"


"Oh God, did you and Wendy break up again?"

Kyle knew Stan too well. "Yeah, dude. I'm getting pretty sick of her bullshit." Stan answered, a little angry. "And this time it was just the stupidest thing. She dumped me because I chose you over her!" Kyle chuckled. "Wow dude, you chose hangin' out with me over getting some ass? Gay." Stan laughed at his friend's comment, although something in his mind clicked at these words. "Holy shit," he thought. "That does sound pretty fuckin' gay."

The two hung up, and Stan sat there quietly, thinking. Wendy made a comment about Kyle being his "boyfriend". But he'd just dismissed that, because, well, she's a bitch. Cartman was always saying shit like that, but who ever listens to the fatass? But when Kyle said it…it seemed to put some things into perspective.

But no. No fucking way. Stan Marsh? Gay? No way! He liked girls! He has—well, had—a girlfriend. He'd even slepped with her. He couldn't be gay. And he especially couldn't be gay for his super best friend. Although, come to think of it, he realized he thought about Kyle an aweful lot. And he seemed to go out of his way to see him, and talk to him. But, that's just what super best friends do, right? There was an argument going on inside the raven boy's head.

"No, no, I'm not gay. I can't be."

"But why not?"

"Because, Kyle's my best friend! I mean, yeah, he's good-looking…really good-looking…"

"So what?"

"…okay, let's say I am. Kyle's still straight!"

"As far as you know. He could be having these exact same feelings, and trying to hide them, like you."

"Or he could just be flat out straight!"

"Tell him."

"No. There's nothing to tell."

Stan sat with his hands covering his face, trying to figure it all out. It was just too much. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized that these feelings he'd been having had nothing to do with the fact that Kyle was his super best friend, but that they were feelings of…love. "Oh, God." He was in love with Kyle Broflovski. His super best friend. Whom he'd known since he was in kindergarten.

It all made sense. Why he was always happiest when he was with Kyle, why he felt as if he could talk to him and never get tired of hearing his voice, and especially why he and Wendy couldn't stay together longer than two weeks at a time. And he was supposed to see him in less than an hour! "Should I tell him?" he thought. He could tell him…and lose Kyle forever. Or, tell him, and hope to God that he accepts it…or maybe even feels the same?

Stan got together everthing he needed to go to Kyle's house, and walked out there door. He walked for about 10 minutes before stopping in front of the red-head's house. Stan felt like he was gonna be sick. He walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. A few seconds passed before the door opened. Stan expected to see Kyle's smiling face. But instead, he was looking at Sheila Broflovski, Kyle's mom. To be honest, Mrs. Broflovski scared the shit out of Stan. In fact, she scared the shit out of most people. "Um, hi, Mrs. Broflovski. Is Kyle home?" asked Stan, nervously. "Oh, yes, he's up in his room, you can go right ahead up and see him." She said kindly. That only freaked Stan out more. He thanked her, and started upstairs. He came to Kyle's bedroom and opened the door. Kyle turned from his computer screen and smiled at Stan. A smile that made Stan melt inside. "So fucking gay."

Kyle got up and took Stan's backpack and tossed it by his bed. He looked over at Stan and saw the slightly sick expression on Stan's face. "Dude, you alright?" Kyle asked, concerned. "Still thinking about Wendy? Dude, just forget about her, I mean—" Stan shook his head. "No dude, it's not Wendy." He said, almost in a whisper. "I can't believe I'm doing this." Kyle started at Stan. "Well then what's the deal?"

Stan walked over and sat on the bed. "Let's get this overwhith." He looked up and Kyle. "Dude, I gotta tell you something."

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