Tuesday. After school, Stan and Kyle were in Stan's kitchen. They had their snack and finished cleaning up after themselves. Stan was telling Kyle a story about his gym class and Kyle was laughing and commenting at the appropriate times.

"So then we had to swim laps, it was so embarrassing the entire cheerleading team was there. They were all whistling at me the entire—"

Kyle kissed Stan.

He kissed Stan hard for a full minute and a half. Stan looked down the end of his nose. He blinked foolishly the entire time.

"So what happened? Did you trunks fall off, or something?" Kyle asked. He sat back on his heals. He had no blush or indication that he had just done as he had done.

"Y-Yes," Stan mumbled. Kyle burst into loud pearls of laughter. "No, no! Kyle no, that's not what happened."

"But you said?" Kyle tilted his head slightly.

"I know. Umm you just kissed me?" Stan cocked a curious brow.

"Uh-huh. Stan what happened!" Kyle snapped. He tapped his finger impatiently on the counter.

"Why?"

"Because Stan you've been telling this story since you drove me home. I want to know what happens," Kyle growled.

Stan shook his head. "No, Kyle. Why did you kiss me?"

"I wanted to." Kyle said off handedly. "Can you please continue?"

"Kyle, how can I possible continue? You kissed me, and then said that you did it because you wanted too. I'm not, I'm not sure I know what that means." Stan explained.

"It means that I wanted to kiss you. You looked like you needed a kiss," Kyle sighed.

"Aren't you supposed to like fret about something like this for months possibly years, until it's driving you mad, and then when you do it you rush off because you think I hate you." Stan asked.

"Stan I don't think that sort of stuff happens in real life. Besides, you're faster than me. I think I'd already have a black eye right now if you hated me." Kyle explained.

Stan made a 'hmm' sound and leaned on his Kitchen counter. Then he tilted his head to look at Kyle. "Sorry, Kyle I still don't get it."

"We're in High School. High School friends have like what maybe four good years after High School that they're still actually friends? I decided that if I wanted to kiss you, I better do it now, or never." Kyle explained.

"Kyle we're 16! That gives you six years." Stan argued.

"Point." Kyle said. "You still don't get it?"

"No," Stan sadly said.

"When I kissed you, I didn't want it to be like some ding-dong ditch game. I wanted to kiss you, see how you reacted, and live my life. What chicken shit bucks up enough courage to kiss the person they like but not enough to stick around for the results?" Kyle logically explained.

"You like me?"

"I kissed you didn't I?"

"You kiss your mother and you don't like her," Stan pointed out.

"Not like that, I don't," Kyle gagged.

Stan laughed lightly. "Do you know how shriveled my balls get in the school's pool? It was so embarrassing Kyle."

"I thought your trunks didn't come off," Kyle said.

"Dude, they didn't. But we were wearing speedos, and the cheerleaders were there," Stan flushed.

Kyle raised a brow. "Well Stan, I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you." Stan kissed Kyle.

"I wanted too," Stan murmured.

Kyle smiled, "I know."