A/N: So, this Pairing needs totally MORE LOVE! Review if you agree and what you think of it! :D

Note: Normal POV.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot

Enjoy~

It was a boring Saturday evening at the Broflovski residence as a 14 year old boy sat quietly on the couch in the living room. With the Parents out of the house for dinner and big brother upstairs, the canadian raven turned the TV on and flipped aimlessly through the channels, not really stopping at any channel to watch, just to have something to do. After a little while, the phone rang and the raven jumped immediately from the couch and ran to the phone to pick it up.

"Broflovski here?" he asked with his high and squeaky voice into the speaker. There was a low rustling before someone answered.

"Ike?" asked the voice on the other line, sounding bored. Suddenly a smile was creeping up Ikes face.

"Hi, Georgie!" Ike greeted the boy happily. The greeted one huffed on the other line a little before speaking up.

"You know I don't like that nickname. Why don't you just call me George?" George asked, now the boredom slowly fading from his voice. Actually, he quite liked that nickname Ike made up, but he would never dare to admit it to his canadian friend. George sighed quietly and sat on his bed, running a hand through his thick black hair, warm chocolate brown orbs eyeing a photo he always kept on a little bedsidetable beside his king-sized bed. It was a rather beautiful photo, taken on a very snowy day, just one week after he and Ike became friends. Ike had showed up on his doorstep at sharp 11 o'clock on a Sunday morning, black hair covered in snow and smiling brightly at him. George had worn a simple black T-shirt that he used to sleep in, and grey boxers, thick raven hair a mess and his fringe covered more than half of his face. Obviously he had just gotten up. Then, out of nowhere, Ike had pulled a camera out of his coat pocket and quickly stepped beside George, aiming the camera at them and pressed a button. Flashlight appeared and after stepping away from him, Ike went back home, giggling the whole way. The next day at school, Ike never explained why he took the photo but gave him a copy. Apparently was it important to him so George never asked anything about it.

"Ah, dunno. I think it sounds cute!" Ikes cheery voice pulled him back to the present and he was immediately thankful that he was only on the phone with the boy because his usually pale, almost paper white, smooth skin flushed a delicate pink. Little did George know, that Ikes face also went a little red. Just as the canadian boy wanted to say something, he heared his brother come downstairs.

"Ike, I'm going over to Stan, he's having a party and you're comming with me, I promised mom to look after you!" the redhead said, pulling his coat on while walking the stairs down. Ike began smiling.

"Hold on, I'll be right back," Ike said into the speaker and placed it on the table, not waiting for a response from George, and rushed to his brother.

"Kyle, can I bring Georgie along?" he asked the redhead. Kyle only nodded.

"Sure, I don't see why not." Ike smiled brightly, causing his unexpected braces to show and hugged his brother briefly. He quickly went back to the phone and picked up the speaker.

"Okay, I'm back. Listen, my brother is going to a friends place and he needs to take me along, you know, my mom made him, and I wanted to ask you, if you wanted to come; Just so I don't die out of boredom!" Ike explained quickly, speaking so fast, George had a hard time to follow. There was a silence between them and just as Ike wanted to ask if the boy on the other line was okay, George interrupted him.

"Sure. I'd like to come. Where's the place?" George asked.

"Um, Red Hill Street 15," Ike answered.

"Alright, I'll see you there. Bye," George said, immediately hanging up.

"...huh," Ike murmured and stared at the speaker with confused eyes. He hung up and turned around only to see his brother staring at him.

"What?" he asked but Kyle only shook his head and pointed at the door, saying he'll wait outside. Nodding, Ike quickly pulled his coat and boots on, turned the lights and the TV off and also went outside.

As the two Broflovski brothers walked the sidewalk along it was silent. Normally Ike would ask Kyle thousand questions about whatever the little genius had in mind but this evening, he didn't.

"So," Kyle said, "You and George are good friends, right?"

"...Yeah," Ike answered, his cheeks turning a little red. Kyle didn't knew if it was from the cold or the question he asked, but he guessed the latter.

"You know, I never really thought you two would stay friends," Kyle said, looking up. The sky was dark, only a few stars were seen and the only light came from the lanterns on the sidewalk.

"Eh? How come?" Ike asked confused.

"Well, as you two started hanging out, it was a little weird for me to see. You know, he was all goth and you're so cheery. You two were the complete opposite, it looked strange," Kyle chuckled, "But I guess as the other goths went to college and he was all alone, he was lucky that you came along." Ike was silent again and looked down to his feet, listening closely.

"...He changed much," Kyle murmured into his scarf, but Ike heared him anyway.

"...Yeah," Ike whispered to himself. He always knew George was different from the other goths. He didn't skipped so much and even spoke to a few kids in class. It was true that George changed much. The first time he and George really talked to each other was a few days after they entered high school. It was also the first time George went to school on a daily basis and not skipped. Ike came up to him at lunch. George was sitting outside leaning against a tree, smoking. Not saying anything he sat beside him and it was silent for a few minutes until George had spoken up. 'What are you doing here?' he had asked. Somehow they came into conversation and they talked about everything that came up their minds. It was surprisingly easy to talk to George. They managed to become friends. Good friends. Like Kyle pointed out earlier, it looked strange. Ike was never one for dark colors, always bright, light colors like blue or yellow. The darkest he wore was dark blue. Very opposite was George who always wore the darkest colors. Mostly black and grey. And with the thick black eyeliner under his chocolate eyes and purple lipstick it looked even more weirder. Two months after they started hanging out, Ike noticed George change. First he stopped wearing the purple lipstick, the next week he wore brighter colors, like, one day a red T-shirt and two days after, really dark blue skinny jeans. He never stopped wearing black, only here and there he combined some brighter colors with black and his hair never changed either, still the thick, black mess it was like in elementary school. He still wore the eyeliner and smoked but Ike never said anything about all that. He als-

"We're here," Kyle ripped Ike out of his thoughts. Ike looked up, not really realising he looked the whole time at his feet, and saw George already waiting in front of the Marsh household, bright lights flashing from the windows and loud music coming from inside. Obviously the Marshes were also out of house. George was standing in front of the front door, one hand in his jeans pocket, the other holding a cigarette loosely between his two fingers. He was wearing black skinny jeans that hugged his thin, lithe form perfectly and a grey T-shirt, over his shoulders hung a dark green button-up dress shirt, raven hair trousled carelessly and dark chocolate brown eyes underlined with thick black eyeliner. He looked simply gorgeous. Wait, what? 'Gorgeous'? Where did that came from? Ikes mind screamed as he realized what he just thought about his friend.

"Hey, are you okay?" Kyle whispered in his ear, noticing the young canadian raven had something on his mind. Ike looked up to his redheaded brother with bright blue eyes.

"Um, yeah, sure." he said, looking back at George who hadn't noticed him yet. Kyle followed his brothers' gaze and nodded, "Alright," he said and the two walked to the front door. Just as they were, like, three meters away, George noticed the two brothers and let his cigarette fall on the round, stomping it out with his sightly too-big boots, knowing Ike didn't like it when he smoked.

"I'll go find Stan, you know where everythign is," said Kyle and walked into the house, letting the two teens alone; Sure Ike knew were everything was, he was numerous times at the Marshes house.

"C'mon, let's also get inside, it's cold," George said quickly, advoiding a awarked silence, he knew for sure, would come. Ike just nodded and followed the noirette inside. The living room was bright, couch and a few tables were pushed to the walls so that there was more room to dance. Ike spotted a few friends of Kyle he knew, like, Kenny McCormick who was currently trying to flirt with cute, naive Butters Stoch. But being Butters, the little blonde didn't catch any drift that Kenny was implying to. He saw his brother talking to his SBF in a corner, Kyles cheeks were flushed a fiery red, almost matching his hair and Stan was laughing loudly. A few meters next to them he saw Craig Tucker making out like mad with Tweek Tweak. Ike eventually noticed he maybe looked a little to long at the couple and teared his eyes away, blushing furiously. He carefully eyed his friend and saw George also staring at the odd pair. Looking back at the dancefloor he saw a few other people he didn't knew- Oh, holy shit! Are almost everyone at this weird party gay? Ike thought as he scanned the room again. Yep. There were just guys to be seen, not even a single girl in sight.

"So, uh... What do you wanna do?" Ike asked, turning his attention back to his black haired companion. George shrugged.

"Let's just sit down and talk or something," he answered, walking over to the couch and then sitting down.

"Um, how was your day until now?" George asked, leaning further into the couch, making himself comfortable.

"Ah, it was okay, I guess. A bit annoying, y'know, my brother was the whole time talking with Stan on the phone and blocked it for whole four hours! And he kept giggling like a little girl, I mean, c'mon! He's fucking 18!" Ike said, rollig his eyes, laughing.

"Heh, that would explain why I didn't reach you," George said, grinning a bit.

"Why? Also boring day?" Ike asked as he calmed down.

"Yeah, my mom kept bugging me that I should get my hair cut shorter. I don't know why it's such a problem. Uh, you mind if I smoke real quick?" George asked. Ike skook his head.

After watching the boy pull out a cigarette and lighting it, he spoke, "Well, Georgie, good thing you didn't cut it, I like it better that way! ...Uh, you think... Um, can I...?" he said teasingly and then shyly pointed to Georges freshly lit cigarette. Looking confused at first, George pulled the cigarette away from his lips and gave it to Ike who, at first, stared at it like it was going to bite him but eventually brought it to his lips and sucked on it once or twice before giving it back. Ike made a face. As George saw Ikes expression he couldn't help but chuckled quietly.

"What, not good?" he asked amused and brought the stick back to his lips.

Ike giggled quietly and shook his head, "No, not really. I don't know what you like about it," he said.

"I got used to it, I guess. I didn't liked it at the start, too," George said. It was silent between them. Ike opened his mouth to ask something but was promptly cut off.

"Ike!" Ike could hear his brother yell. He whipped his head into the direction of his voice and saw him waving his hand furiously, saying he should come over.

"Sorry, need to look what he wants," he said to his raven friend and stood up, and immediately as he left the couch, George lifted his legs up where Ike previously sat and smiled lazily.

"Oh, relaxing a bit, I see?" Ike asked laughing as George smiled up to him. Shaking his head in amusement, he walked over to Kyle.