AU: I just want to thank everyone that read or reviewed my story. You guys really kept me going. This idea was in my head for a while, the whole Kenny/Kyle deal. Kenny is such a great character, I really wanted to take advantage of that. So I added him with my OTP, Stan/Kyle, and this is it. This is the last chapter of Substitite Stan.Yet there is more depth in the title than I originally thought, like the whole substitute part of it. Kenny is the substitute Stan, but is that all he ever was to Kyle this whole time? How does Kenny feel about that? Well, we'll find out in the concluding chapter of Substitute Stan-

Chapter 15: The Night of the Party II (KPOV)

No way. Kenny makes his way up the stairs. Not now Kenny please, I've been having so much fun with Stan…

"Kyle baby!" Everyone is watching while he comes over to me and hugs me. Stan is pissed.

"Kenny!"Stan yells as everyone looks towards him. Kenny looks up, looking at him with nonchalant eyes.

"Oh hi Stan." Kenny monotones. "Having fun with Kyle?" he nudges my neck with his head, and then looks towards Stan again. "Well times up, he's mine for tonight." He takes me down to the dance floor.

"Kenny you get back here!" Kenny ignores Stan's cries.
I watch as he rams through people trying to get downstairs, "KENNY!" he screams. I'm too shocked to cry.

"Kenny! I didn't know Kyle was your boyfriend!" I heard one girl say.

"You guys make such a good couple!" I hear another.

Kenny keeps talking to them answering all of the crowd's questions about this new relationship. A relationship that doesn't even exist.

Kenny keeps wrapping his hands around me. Touching me, patting me, pinching me, but I don't respond. My blank, unleaded eyes stare at the dance floor and I don't care. I look up to where Stan is. The crowd is keeping him back.

He's looking at me with defeated eyes. I start to tear up. Kenny jolts me, I look up and answer a question someone asked me. I can't concentrate. Stan is hurt. I want to go to him.

Stan walks back upstairs and sulks to the bar. I can't stand this anymore.

"Kenny!" I yell at him. He looks at me with his eye liner, make up and mascara. A painted face that I'm oh too familiar with. Kenny's just like any other girl out there. Some freaking poser that I just can't stand. A lie that's covered up with tight clothing and a masked face. No wonder I turned gay.

"Kenny I need to talk to you," I pull him over as people gawk at the two of us holding hands and going somewhere private.

"Kyle what's wrong?" he asks me. Like he doesn't know,

"Kenny I'm sick of this." I sneer at him. "I want to be with Stan. I don't care if he doesn't like me like a boyfriend, I still want to be with him."

"Kyle is you feel that way then…"

"ATTENTION EVERYONE!" Kenny was interrupted. Some guy stood on the dance floor with a list. I looked, Kenny looked, and Stan peered over the balcony with the same looking glow on his face from the other night.

"I have the winners of tonight's contest," Kenny tensed up and I just drowned out. Stan walked back to the bar.

I didn't pay attention. I was too upset. I randomly heard people's names that won, Cartman ended up winning the drunk award. Some other chick the slut award…

"AND NOW FOR THE COUPLE AWARD," Kenny took my hand. I barely lifted my head up to hear the name.

"THE WINNER'S ARE," Kenny smiled. What?

"KENNY AND KYLE!"

No.

Kenny took me up to the middle of the dance floor. This wasn't happening.

"Thanks Mitch. " Kenny whispers to the guy.

"Anytime Kenny, everyone just loves you two guys together." He hands Kenny a beer. Everyone around us is cheering. I feel like passing out. They all touch Kenny and touch me as well, Kenny has his hand around my waist and I just don't care anymore. Everyone looks like sneering and laughing demons. My hair falls in my face as I sluggishly look up at the balcony, Stan is watching the entire thing.

"AND NOW FOR THE KING AND QUEEN OF THE PARTY!" the Mitch guy yells, "On popular request," Kenny looks smug.

"KENNY AND KYLE ARE THE WINNERS!" I almost fall down. Everyone is jumping around me. No Kenny No, please don't take me up there. He's taking me up there. I shake my head in disbelief as the queens tiara gets placed on my head. Kenny smiles proudly into the audience as he waves. He wraps his hand around my waist again. I snapped, "KE…"

"KYLE!" I heard Stan yell from the crowd. Everyone looks back. Stan is standing in the back. Everyone gave him a walkway, He's all I see.

Kenny stands still, allowing him to speak. All my attention falls on my best friend who looks as if he is going to faint.

"Kyle," everyone is silent. "Enough is Enough." He walks toward me.

I start to cry as I brought my hand up to my face.

"Please Kyle! Stop going out with Kenny!" he yells to me. I'm full on crying right now, my Stan is saving me.

"I can't stand it anymore," He falls on the edge of the dance floor. "I can't share you."

This is what I have been waiting for.

"I need you Kyle." He kneels, "I can't share you…"

Every ounce of me is concentrating on his words.

"I want you to myself." He pauses.

Everyone is watching and paying close attention at this point.

"Kyle I," He chokes on his words, "I Love You, Kyle."

I fall to the floor and bawl uncontrollably.

(SPOV)

What have I done. I look around and everyone is watching me. Kyle is five feet ahead of me crying his eyes out. I ruined the party.

"I'm going to leave now," I croak. I make a run for it.

I storm out the door into the freezing rain. I look around for my car and run as fast as I could. The rain hides my many tears. I was about to open the car door when I hear a commotion coming from the warehouse, I look over.

It was Kyle.

I didn't hesitate. I knew doing this whole thing was a bad idea. Now Kyle is going to come over and curse me out. I dash into my car. This is the worst day in my entire life.

"STAN," I hear him outside. He runs over to my car and bangs on the window. I can't help it. I slowly step outside my car, I walk over to where he is standing.

"Stan," he starts to cry again.

I choke on my words, "Kyle, words can't express to you how... sorry I am." He looks at me with empty eyes.

I continue, "But it's true, I Love You Kyle." He listens. He seems hollow and unresponsive, I grow impatient.

"Look man," my voice gets louder, "I don't want to sound gay and all. I don't even want to be gay. But,"

He's standing firm, still listening to my every word. I face my car.

"I can't live like this anymore, I need you in my life forever," I turn around to look at him again, but I was caught off guard. As soon as I started to face him he lunges toward me. Holding me. Crying into me.

Paralyzed.

I couldn't help but hug him back. He was warm even though the rain was freezing. His hair was wet, but still kept it's frizz. He smelled natural, and his body melted with mine. I've never felt so complete in my entire life. We shared a tight embrace for about a minute, both crying and hugging, and then Kyle broke it to tell me something.

"Stan, I'm so sorry," he wipes his face, "I came out to Kenny a couple days ago and we came up with a plan to see if you cared about me, in that sort of way." He inhaled.

"I though it was cruel at first but we were getting results. Yet, when Kenny tore me apart from you tonight, I didn't care anymore. I just wanted to be with you."

He hugged me again, "Even if you didn't love me like that." He cried some more.

"Shhhhh," I cooed as I leaned up against my car, still holding Kyle.

"I didn't want to tell you that I was gay." He cried out again. "I was so afraid that you would hate me." He tightened his grip on my jacket.

We are soaked. Our clothes were baggy and our hair was drenched. Yet all I could really think about as how happy I was that this was all over. I held him tight against me.

"So you and Kenny are over?" I asked him.

"Completely." He tells me. I'm overjoyed.

"And he doesn't mind?" I ask him.

Kyle inhales again, "He did all this so that we could be together." He looks at me.

"Even if it hurt your feelings, he wanted to see if you cared." He relaxes on my chest.

"And you do," he holds me lovingly.

"Yeah," I comb his hair with my fingers. "All I needed was a situation like this for me to realize it."

He looks up again, "So you really love me?" he asks me. He's smiling. I'm loving this.

"Yup. It took me a while to realize it but, I Love You Kyle." I hug him and whisper into his ear.

"You're the only thing that I need."

He looks at me and shuts his eyes. I feel his head come closer to mine. Oh God

He kissed me, and I let him do it. Oh did I ever. I let him explore every inch of my mouth and it felt divine. I made sure that I did the same; I dove into every crevice of his mouth. No girl ever tasted this way, this is what I was looking for. I finally had my Kyle back, and he was mine, and no one else's.

We stood in the rain kissing and holding each other for a good amount of time. I noticed he was getting cold so I suggested,

"Hey, do you want to go back to my place?"

He hugged me tighter, "Do I ever,"

I opened the door for him and he got inside. I ran around to my door and climbed in. We looked at each other and smiled. I cranked up the heat in my car.

"When we get home I'll ask my mom if you can spend the night… she's a little bit more lenient when it comes to drinking."

"Thanks Stan," he puts his hand on mine.

"Anything for you, Kyle," I smile as he rests his head on my shoulder.

I put the car into drive, and we're on our way home.

Epilogue

"Geez, Kenny. Aren't you going to go after them?" Annie asks me.

"Yeah, Kenny! What are you going to do about it?" Someone else asks me.

I take the crown off my head and walk back upstairs. "It's none of my business. They're best friends. Kyle deserves to have a talk with his best friend."

"That guy nearly proposed to him!" someone else shouts, "They didn't seem like 'best friends'!" I sigh.

"I won't interfere." I walk upstairs and everyone makes way. Utterly confused about the events that just took place.

I see Mitch in the distance, he has the back door open which leads into a small closet. Everyone resumes partying.

"So Kenny, you ready?" he asks me as I approach him slowly.

"Yeah, Mitch. I do owe you one." He slaps my ass.

"Good, because there are no safe words tonight." He drags me into the closet.

I close my eyes and take it. I'll take it like all the other times before where I had to sell myself for some cash. It doesn't matter what they want, I'll do it. I'm broke and untalented. The only thing I can do is fuck and everyone knows it too.

But this time it's different; I didn't do this for cash, I did this for a friend. I felt like I had a purpose. I felt like I helped one of my best friends achieve a type of happiness that I'll never achieve.

I helped my friend to become loved.

Ouch It's starting to hurt now. I started to cry a little.

I looked out of the window. The moon is shining brightly into the room. I smile as Mitch has his way with me. I close my eyes again.

Perhaps one day, someone will help me too.

End.