Disclaimer: Me? Own South Park? Ahahahahahahahahaha! You buttholes!

As was a usual in South Park the whole town was always affected by something or other. This week it was Aqua-cars. And since they technically weren't real cars, you didn't need a license to drive them... In hindsight not a good idea but it was cool so all the kids had one, Including;

"No."

"Aw c'mon Kyle!"

Yes Stanley Marsh, South park middle school's star footballer had one as well.

But convincing his best friend to join him was a lot harder than he expected. Sure Kyle had always been the last in the group to join in the fads and he rarely joined by choice, but still! It was the Aqua-car! That was all sorts of cool!

"I am not getting in that thing!" Kyle sighed, they had been arguing in his living room for five minuets already and he was getting fed up.

"I drove it all the way here and I'm fine!"

Okay, so he didn't get what ALL the buttons were for and he ran one, maybe two, red lights...

"You crashed into our mailbox, god my mum is gonna kill me. And besides, its just a fad!"

"But Kyle!" He waved his arms in a vague exasperated gesture.

"It goes on land AND water! We could take it out to Starks pond and-"

Kyle grabbed the keys from Stan and held them above his head.

"Right that's it; I'm taking your keys."

"Hey give those back!" Stan tried grabbing at them but Kyle was a few centimetres taller than him and easily kept them out of reach.

"No."

"Give it back!"

"No!"

"Goddamnit, Kyle!"

Stan had ended up backing Kyle up to the couch. Realising he was kinda trapped Kyle had an idea.

"You want to go crash into a tree? Fine!" He shoved the keys down the front of he jeans.

THE FRONT OF HIS JEANS!?

"Try and get them from there why don't you!"

Stan stared at him slack jawed.

"You just, down your, why did, you bastard!"

Kyle just raised an eyebrow.

"Try more than three words this time."

Stan hesitated for a few seconds before taking a deep breath and stepping towards Kyle.

Uh-oh.

"Stan... What are you-?"

Kyle was promptly shoved backwards onto the couch with an 'Oof!'

Stan climbed up onto his legs.

"Stan don't they're just-"

He began unbuttoning Kyle's pants.

"Hey!" Kyle frantically struggled but Stan kept going.

... Fuck Stan's hands were cold.

"Goddamn it, how did you manage to lose my keys in your ginourmous pants!?"

Kyle, bright red shifted, uncomfortably.

"If I knew you wouldn't have your hands down my pants!"

"Would you quit moving around! I can't get a good grip."

And then Cartman walked in.

"Would you hurry up I've been waiting by the fucking car for-HOLY SHIT MY EYES!"

Stan. On top of Kyle. With his hands down his pants.

"It's not what it looks like!"

"Yeah I'm just trying to get my keys back I swear!"

They were all silent for a moment.

"You fucking faggots... You know what? Screw you guys, I'm going home!"

And so the traumatised Eric did leave the room, uh, Ye verily?

"Um."

Kyle pulled out the keys.

"So, you still want these?"

Stan shook his head.

"Nah I don't feel like it now, you were right, those aqua-car things were gay."

"Says the guy still with his hands down his best friends pants."

"Shut up!"

They sat there.

"Are you gonna take them out?"

"No."

"Do you want me to?"

"Actually, no."

"Okay then."

And the rest is up to your Imaginations!