Keep on track, Kyle. You're behind on 3 days of work! Just focus on my, lets see, what next? History. Ugh. History, past, Stan.. God dammit!

Here he went again. Kyle just couldn't stop thinking about him. He was his best friend, and Stan just left, unexplained. Nobody knew were he went, and no one knew if he was coming back. One morning his car was just gone.

Everyone assumed the worse. Cartman and Kenny had concluded he just ran away, but his parents say he wouldn't do that, and he must have been kidnapped. Kyle wouldn't think they'd want to make that their final conclusion.

He of course, wouldn't even think to the point where he just ran away. Everyday when he thought about Stan, he would persuade himself that Stan was probably just out somewhere, having fun. That maybe he went to California or somewhere, just to get away from this town just a little while. Besides, he's 17, he can drive, and he's been living in South Park, Colorado his whole life, just like Kyle and their group they've always hung out with.

Kyle bites on his pencil, trying to pay attention to his history homework. But he kept coming back to Stan. The more time Stan was gone, the more alone he felt.

He mumbled a question to himself, and before jotting down his answer he was interrupted by rabid knocking on his door. He tried to ignore it at first, yelling at them that he was busy, turning back to his paper.

"Great, what was that answer again?" he muttered to himself. During re-reading the question the knocking returned again.

"Mom! I've just gotten into my work and you're interrupting me!" He groaned, got up and approached the door. But before he could get to the knob the door busts open. There stood a raven haired teen, cheeks red and puffy, surrounding his teary wet eyes.

"S-Stan?"

He shed one more tear before jumping at Kyle, nearly taking the breath out of him as he wraps his arms around him.

"Kyle. I'm so sorry."

"Ho-How could you?" He yanked Stan off him, who was now gaping at him. But they both knew it wasn't a surprise.

"I- I wanted to get away from you."

"From me?" He nodded before pointing his head toward the ground.

"I thought the farther I was away from you, the better. I wanted these.. feelings to go away."

"Feelings? Stan, what are you talking about?"

He continued on, ignoring his question.

"But the farther I got away, the more that I realized how I can't make them go away." He looked back up to Kyle, eyes searching his as he inched closer. "How I don't want them to go away."

"So.. what you're saying is," Kyle stood there, watching Stan as he placed his hand on his cheek, not able to continue.

"Yes, Kyle. I- I'm in love with you." His mouth stood open, making Stan frown as he slowly took his hand down. But Kyle snatched it in midair, holding it by his side as he took his other one.

"I feel exactly the same way." They smiled at each other, before they leaned to where they were mere centimeters in between their lips, before being interrupted by a loud thud. They jumped back by the noise.

"Kyle? Bubala? Are you okay? Who are you talking to?"

He turned away from the door, briefly smiling at Stan.

"Yeah. Stan's back!" He yelled through the door. "And I'm better than okay," he whispered to Stan that last part, not wanting his mom to hear.

"Oh! That's great! Well, how about you boys come down for dinner?"

"Okay! Be right down!"

They listened as the footsteps receded down the stairs before turning back to each other. Kyle smirked at Stan before pecking him on the cheek, taking his hand and leading him down to eat.