Wow, people reviewed my fic! And they liked it! You guys made me happy. :D Stupid studying, finals and packing have kept me busy. But finals are done and I'm moving back home soon, so things should go a bit faster now. Well, depending on my brain and if I get ideas… o.o;;

Okay! Here's chapter two!

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A while later, Stan and Kyle lay in bed, Kyle with his head resting on Stan's chest, and Stan with his arms wrapped around Kyle. For a while, they just laid there in silence, holding each other. Stan then took notice of the bags Kyle had left on the counter.

"What's in the bags?" He asked.

"Oh, crap…" Kyle said, jumping up, he pulled on a pair of pants and started taking things out of the bags, putting some in the refrigerator and some in cabinets.

"I'm going to make us a nice, romantic dinner tomorrow for our anniversary," he explained as he continued to put food away.

'Shit… our anniversary is tomorrow. How the hell did I forget?!' Stan thought as he watched Kyle, just smiling at him. 'I've gotta get something for him… what do I get? What do I get…?' He rolled out of the bed, pulling on his jeans, and helped Kyle put away the food. When everything was all put away, Kyle wrapped his arms around Stan's waist and snuggled his head into Stan's chest. Stan smiled at the shorter boy and kissed the top of his head.

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When Kyle awoke the next day, he rolled over to face Stan, only to find he was alone. He sat up and looked around the apartment. No Stan. He looked around, puzzled. He was sure Stan didn't have any finals today, and that he didn't have to work. Where could he be? Kyle shrugged and stumbled toward the shower.

When he got out, there was still no Stan. He called Stan's cell phone. No answer. Most of the day passed with no word from him. Kyle went out for a while. He remembered that they still needed some boxes and such to pack up their things, and he figured it was better to go get them now then sitting around worrying.

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Kyle stood in front of his door, fumbling with bags and boxes and looking for his keys, when the door across the hall opened. Three girls stood in the door way, whispering to each other. The two blonde girls kissed the brunette on the cheek and walked away. The girl with long, dark brown hair, sparking green eyes, and a wicked smile on her face was wearing nothing but white socks and a large gray t-shirt as she leaned on the door frame and watched the cute blondes disappear into the elevator. Kyle smiled, shook his head and laughed.

"I'm going to miss you, Val." He snickered, twisting the key in the lock and pushing open the door.

The girl turned her gaze to him for a moment, then walked across the hall and picked up a few of the bags he had left on the floor, following him into the apartment.

"When are you guys leaving?" She asked causally, putting his bags on the counter.

"Sunday." He replied.

"That's not nearly enough time to throw you a proper going away party." She grinned.

"Looks like you had your own little party today." Kyle snickered.

Kyle had always found it odd that the only other homosexual living in the entire building, at least that everyone else knew about, had ended up living right across the hall from him and Stan. He, Stan, and Val had grown to be pretty close in the four years he and Stan had lived there. She was the one who got Stan his job at the club. He really was going to miss her.

He looked around the apartment. Still no Stan. He checked the answering machine. No messages.

"Where's Stan at today?" The girl asked.

" …I don't know." Kyle replied, gloomily. "He must have gone out this morning. I haven't heard from him."

"That's odd…" she replied, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Well, you guys stop by later or tomorrow or something. We should something fun before you guys go."

Kyle smiled at her. "We will."

"I'll see ya later," She called over her shoulder as she walked back across the hall. Kyle began putting away his bags and boxes.

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Not too long after, the apartment door swung open, and in walked Stan. Kyle breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

"Where the hell have you been all day?" He commanded.

Stan just snickered, "Out. Doing some things."

"And you couldn't answer your cell phone? Why didn't you tell me?! I was worried to death! I had no idea what happened to you! What were you out doing?" Kyle shouted.

Stan laughed again, and took Kyle in his arms, hugging him tightly. He loved when Kyle worried about him like that. He thought it was so cute. He leaned down and kissed his neck, and Kyle melted in his arms.

Kyle hated that. He hated that no matter what, everything would just melt away when Stan held him like that. No matter how angry he was, it didn't matter when he was in Stan's arms. He hated it almost as much as he loved it.

"You'll see …later." Stan whispered in his ear, and pulled away, walking off towards the bathroom. Kyle just sighed and started to get dinner ready.

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Sorry for the short chapter. Hopefully they'll be more from now on. Hope you liked! Thanks, again, to my reviewers!