Kyle sighed as he woke up, back against his hard mattress. He sat up, rubbing his eyes and stretching. Why was he even awake? It's too fucking early for this shit.

He didn't have to look in the mirror to know that his hair was a mess. He sighed again, but didn't try to fix it. There was no point, it would just get messy immediately after anyway. Damn his curly hair.

He glared at his freckled reflection, Green eyes glinting dangerously like he was trying to scare himself into getting ready for school. He really didn't want to go to school. He had heard from Ike, who heard from Ruby, who heard from Karen, who had heard from Kenny, who had overheard Bebe talking to Wendy about dumping Stan which of course meant that Stan would be a wreck today.

Kyle shook his head while brushing his teeth. Their relationship was a mess. Wendy was a smart girl with a ferocious determination, her only flaw was her horrible indecisiveness. One second she loved Stan, the next she wasn't sure. One day she would be confessing her love for him and crying for him to hold her and then the next day avoid him, as if she was embarrassed for saying what she did. It tore Stan apart.

Kyle glared at Stan in his mind while pulling his white shirt over his head. Stan was in love with Wendy, at least, that's what he always told Kyle. Stan was the perfect boyfriend. Loyal, attractive, funny, intelligent... The list goes on, but all of it was a gift for Wendy. Kyle knew it wasn't her fault, but he just couldn't shake the feeling that she was abusing the gift that is Stan as a boyfriend. Why couldn't she just appreciate him like he appreciated her?

Kyle shook all the thoughts away as he walked downstairs. If someone looked at how he felt about Wendy, they'd probably think he was jealous, but he wasn't. No, he would never be jealous of Wendy, why would he? He simply cared for his super best friend. That was it. Really.

Ike took a seat next to him. He was in middle school now, but he never stopped being proud of his Canadian heritage. In fact he was wearing a shirt with the Canadian flag on it under his light blue jacket. He loved that jacket.

Kyle's mom soon came into the kitchen as well, her hair in it's classic beehive and dressed in formal wear as usual. She smiled at her two sons but Frowned at Kyle's hat. "Oh Bubbie I wish you would've grown to love your hair. You shouldn't keep hiding it like that!" Kyle just ignored her and shoved another spoonful of cereal in his mouth. You'd think she would stop telling him what to do now that he's 16 but no, or course not. This is sheila we're talking about.

Kyle glanced at the clock and hopped off his chair, going over to the clothes rack and grabbing his obnoxious orange windbreaker with a green collar. He then slipped on his green gloves that he kept stored in the jackets pocket. "I'm going to school Ma!" He called out. "Okay!" A muffled Sheila responded. Kyle nodded and opened the door.

Time to face the day.

The walk to the bus stop was cold as always. You might be surprised that Kyle still rides the bus, but you probably shouldn't be. The only ones who got a car on their 16th birthday was Token and Bebe, but of course everyone was expecting that. Everyone else was fine just walking to school or riding the bus. What would they do with a car anyway? It's not like South Park has anything to actually do that you can't just walk to. It was a really small town.

Kyle walked up to the sign, waiting for the gang to show up. He was always the first to show. Then Kenny, then Stan, and finally Cartman. Kyle was always glad that he was last to show. That fatass always knew just what to say to piss him off.

Kyle turned his head to see none other than Kenny Mccormick running up to him, his dirty converse crunching the snow. Kyle still isn't sure how his toes still have feeling in them after trudging through snow in unprotected footwear, but he just went with it. Plenty of kids did it anyway.

"Hey Kenny." Kyle greeted, hands in his pockets to protect them from the horrible cold. "Wassup Broflovski?" Kenny smiled, his gap showing. Kenny had stopped covering his face, but sometimes wore a mask like thing to cover his mouth and nose if it got too cold. Even then he still took it off sometimes. Kyle smiled back, "Eh, nothing much. Waiting for this damn bus. It's too cold for this shit." Kenny laughed a bit. "Tell me about it. At least your toes aren't about to fall off." Kyle laughed a bit at that, breath crystallizing in front of him in the cold air.

They soon heard snow crunching again. Kyle looked up, expecting to see Stan as always but instead was greeted by the pig like face of Eric Cartman. "Hey Jew. Where's your hippie boyfriend?" He said, flicking Kyle in the forehead. The gingers face immediately lit up in rage but before he could explode, a voice cut him off. "Can you guys not argue right now. I'm not really in the mood to break up another fight."

"Stan!" Kyle smiled and whipped around, giving his friend a hug. He knew Stan would feel like shit today, so he might as well give him some reassuring affection to maybe make him feel better.

Kyle breathed in, taking in Stan's scent. He wasn't being weird or anything, Stan just smelled like comfort and calmness, but something smelled off... "Stan." Kyle spoke. "Yeah dude?" Stan asked. "Why do you smell like whiskey?" Stan shoved Kyle off. "Uh, no reason." Kyle glared at him.

They had cured Stan of his Cynicism when they were in the eighth grade. Sure it involved a crazy scheme, butters dressing up like a girl, explosives, Kenny's death, and The prime minister of Canada, but it was worth it because Stan no longer had to depend on alcohol to live normally. Sure Stan had his moments of being a cynic, that will never go away, but hell at least he wasn't drunk every night. So why was he drinking now?

"Stan, you don't have Cynicism anymore. Why are you drinking?" He asked concerned. Stan's eyebrows knitted together. "Being a cynic isn't a fucking disease Kyle. We've gone over this. Just because I have little to no faith for the human race doesn't mean I'm this disgusting Creature you make me out to be. I just think that people are shitty and life kinda sucks, but who fucking doesn't nowadays." Kyle's eyes widened.

Kyle knew his friend would be a mess today, but resorting back to drinking? Snapping at him? Stan must really be sad over this. Kyle wanted to argue. He wanted to shout back and let his temper take control, but he didn't. Stan was having a rough day, he would just have to grit his teeth and bare it.

He sighed and turned away. "Just please be safe okay? I can't stop you but Promise me you won't try to drink and drive or some shit." Stan also sighed and put his gloved hand on his shorter friends shoulder. "Of course Kyle. If I get hurt, who else will be here to stop you and Cartman from trying to kill each other." Kyle smiled back at him. Stan was truly amazing.

"Awww look at the two faggots. Aren't they cute Kenneh? Those two might as well go and fuck already." Cartman snickered. Kyle fought the urge to turn around and slap him. He needs to stay calm for Stan.

Soon the bus pulled up and all four boys got on. Kyle took a sweep of who was riding today. No Wendy. She must be hitching a ride with Bebe who always drove to school in her sleek red convertible. Hopefully school wont be too bad.

~><~

School was absolutely that bad.

Stan had been basically non stop crying on Kyle's shoulder over Wendy, Cartman wouldn't shut up about them dating and being gay together or some shit, Clyde was still trying to get in Bebe's pants and making a complete fool of himself, Craig and Tweek got into another fight, and finally Kenny died. Those bastards.

The day absolutely sucked, but Kyle knew he had to be there for his friend. It didn't take long for him to take notice of the fact that Stan had filled his opaque water bottle to the brim with Jack Daniels Whiskey. Kyle tried to make him pour it out, but he refused and Kyle really wasn't in the mood to argue. By the end of the day Stan was a blubbering, stumbling, slurring, drunken mess. Kyle knew that if Stan went back to his house his family would have an absolute cow over the state he's in, so Kyle did the responsible action of taking his drunk friend to his house.

Sneaking him in was easy, seeing as his mom and dad were getting ready for a convenient date night and Ike was watching Youtube. The challenge was getting him to be quiet while his family was still there.

It wasn't a big deal if Stan came over usually, but this time Stan was drunk. Sheila would probably fall over and die if she new that Kyle hung out with a supposed alcoholic.

"I love you Kyle." He slurred out, holding Kyle close to his chest. Kyle's face was red either from annoyance or embarrassment and honestly, he wasn't even sure which one. "C'mon dude, let me go." Kyle tried to struggle out of Stan's grip, but that just made him hold on tighter like some sort of boa constrictor.

"No! I do- don't want to lose you Too!" Stan yelped, burying his face farther into Stan's neck from behind. Kyle sighed. He really needed Stan to be quiet. He was about to shush him again, but then he heard the front door slam close. "Oh thank Moses." He said under his breath and finally wiggled out of Stan's arms.

"You, sir, need to lay down." Kyle demanded. "Only if you lay with me." Stan spoke almost sleepily. Kyle told himself Stan was only acting this way because he was using Kyle as a stand in for Wendy, but for some reason he didn't want that to be true.

"okay..." Kyle said softly, getting under the covers with Stan. Almost immediately Stan was snuggled up against his Super best friend. Kyle turned over, letting Stan spoon him. Thank god it was Friday night. Kyle wasn't sure if he would be able to deal with another day of school.

~><~

Kyle woke up again, back against his hard mattress. He really needs to get a new one. The only different thing about the morning was the fact that someone was next to him. Kyle turned over and was met with the face of Stanley Marsh.

Kyle turned back over. It's too early for this shit.

"Ngh- Kyle..?" Guess it isn't too early for this shit. Kyle felt Stan sit up next to him only to cry out and, presumably, grab his head. "I'm guessing you need some Advil?" Kyle asked, also sitting up. Stan laid back down, eyes shut tight in pain as he barely nodded. Kyle sighed.

He really needed to stop doing that to himself.

Kyle came back with two pills and a glass of water. Stan immediately grabbed them from his best friend and basically took the pills dry. Kyle laughed a bit. "Hey uh, Did I say anything last night? Do anything? Because if I did please forget it." Kyle looked at his friend confused. "Huh? What do you mean? Dude you just asked me to lay down with you and then cuddled me, which was kinda gay, but whatever. I know you were just using me as a stand in for Wendy." Kyle then looked away. He really shouldn't feel this disappointed.

"Wha- Why would I use you for a stand in for Wendy?" Stand looked at Kyle like he was an idiot. "What? Why wouldn't you?" Stan's face flushed. "I- I don't know. Maybe because like, you'll never be Wendy so I'm not gonna pretend you are." Kyle's temper flared. "Oh. Okay then, so basically I'm not good enough for you or something? I'm sorry that I'm not a fucking girl with tits and a vagina! I'm sorry that I'm not even good enough to be considered Wendy but she's like your Queen right? Of course I'm not good enough!" Kyle wasn't sure why that set him off so bad, but it did.

Stan panicked. "N- No! Like, you aren't Wendy because you're better than her!"

"Wha- what?"

"N-Nothi-"

"NO! You're telling me what you meant Stan!"

"God, I love you Kyle! Wendy broke up with me because she got suspicious and honestly? I'm glad she did! You're better than her because you're all I've ever wanted damn it! I fucking love you!"

Kyle's face was as red as his hair. Stan didn't look any better. Kyle felt the anger drain from his body. Stan... Loved him. Why does that make him feel all warm inside. "I- I don't know how I feel but... Knowing how you feel makes me happy? So I think I love you too..?" Kyle gulped.

Stan slowly got off the bed and walked towards his friend. Kyle backed up a bit until he was backed against a wall. "uh, Stan?" He nervously asked. The two boys noses were basically touching. "I've been wanting to do this for a long time." The black haired boy whispered before leaning in and kissing Kyle.

Holy shit he's kissing Kyle.

Kyle tensed up, eyes shooting opened. This was super gay but it felt super right. What? Kyle decided to just turn his brain off and kiss back. Who knew not overthinking shit made life more enjoyable. 

"S- so uh-"

"boyfriends?"

"yeah, boyfriends."