This is my first KennyxKyle story.
English is not my first language, though I am (fairly) good at it and wish to improve, so please point out any mistakes, if you review it. There might (and most likely will) be some bad grammar here.

This chapter is about Kenny's memories of getting together with Kyle. The grammar will be kinda weird, since it's kind of like reliving old memories (from Kenny's PoV anyway).
NOTE: This entire story has been rewritten with a new writing style. Although the plot is the same, there are a few new additions to it.

It was the middle of the night and Kenny was still awake. He was lying down next to Kyle, who was sound asleep; Kenny thought he looked like a little kid, and he liked that. He started wondering why he was still awake. He considered many possibilities: The fact that he was with Kyle, the massive amount of sugar he had during the day (which was said to make kids hyperactive, although he was way past being a kid)...
Eventually, Kenny started thinking about when they were growing up together. Even back then he always wanted to protect Kyle at all costs, even if the cost was his own life. Granted, he couldn't die anyway, but when it happened the first time, he didn't know that, and when he went to hell, he wasn't even expecting to come back. But it wasn't until about a year ago that he finally realized why he cared so much about protecting Kyle. He started noticing that he cared about Kyle more than he cared about his other friends; even more than he cared about himself. Of course, he kept everything to himself during that time, because of what Cartman was like. Thankfully, a while back, he had been sentenced to life in prison. He knew people who could easily help him, but nobody wanted to help him. They had had enough of his intolerant behaviour and wanted him to go away.

Kenny started going back further until he reached that one time almost five months ago when he asked Kyle out for the first time. He had been trying to work up the courage to do so, but he never once used the word "Date". He didn't want Kyle to freak out (and, most importantly, he couldn't let anyone find out), but he still wanted to be alone with him, even if it was just for a few minutes.

FIVE MONTHS AGO

"Come on, Kenny... Focus."

Kenny: Kyle!
Kyle: Hey dude! Haven't seen you in a while. What have you been up to?
Kenny: Same stuff as always. Going to school and working to help my family. What've you been doing?
Kyle: Same as you, only I still don't have a job.

"Alright, just try to make it inconspicuous..."

Kenny: We should... catch up. Can I come over?
Kyle: I'm going to the arcade after school with Stan. You could come with us... if you want.
Kenny: That sounds cool. But what about Cartman?
Kyle: Fatass? Fuck no, he's not coming with us. But... you can come if you'd like. I heard they have an awesome new game.
Kenny: Sounds even better then. I just gotta go home for a while, to pick up a few things.
Kyle: That's alright. We'll wait for you.

After school was over, Kenny ran home to get some money for the arcade and left his bag there. After his dad quit drinking and got a job, his family had been doing better than ever. They weren't exactly rich, but they weren't poor either, although Cartman still referred to Kenny as "Poor boy" once in a while.

Kenny noticed he was taking too long, so he started running towards the arcade while thinking about Kyle. Every delicate feature made his heart pound in his chest: His dark emerald green eyes, his curly red hair, his cute face... He felt like this all the time when he thought about him, but because he couldn't accept that he was gay, he couldn't even admit it to himself. But now it was different. Now he accepted who he was, and he knew who he loved.

Kenny arrived at the arcade just in time to observe one of the many arguments between Stan and Kyle.

Stan: Dude, I'm sorry but she asked.

Kyle: Bullshit. You're not sorry. We planned this before she asked you a damn thing and now you're gonna back out?
Stan: We can go to the arcade another day.
Kyle: It's not about that, it's just that... You know what, never mind. Just go. Kenny's here anyway.
Stan: ...I'm sorry... Can I still come over?
Kyle: Whatever.

After Stan went to Wendy's house, Kenny was left with a very angry and sad Kyle. He was angry at Stan too, for letting Kyle down like this, but he was also excited that he finally had some time alone with Kyle.

Kyle: Kenny! Thank God you're here. At least you didn't pull a Stan on me.

"Seriously? 'Pull a Stan' on you?"

Kenny: I heard you guys fighting. What was that all about?
Kyle: Just his whore girlfriend wanting some tampons or something... Anyway, it doesn't matter. The new game is over there and you're here. It's kinda early, so there aren't many kids around who want to play it.
Kenny: Let's go then!

Kenny grabbed Kyle's hand, which earned him a few surprised glances from everyone (even Kyle, although he didn't say anything) and dragged him to the game. When they got there, Kenny took off his gloves and his hood, which prompted Kyle to stare at him, as if he was checking out a girl, but Kenny didn't say anything or think much of it. After they got bored with the game Kyle invited Kenny to his house to watch TV. Of course, Kenny wasn't going to let this opportunity slip by, so he immediately accepted and went to Kyle's. When they got there, Kyle was the one who dragged Kenny by the hand and made him sit down on his couch.

Kyle: You still like "Terrance and Phillip", right, Ken?
Kenny: Sure.
Kyle: That's good, because it's really the only thing I watch on TV anyway. And there's a whole channel for it.

"'Ken'. The only person to call me that (aside from Butters every now and then and the guys during the metrosexual fad) was my girlfriend. I don't think Kyle meant it like that though... Although maybe he did..."

After watching a few episodes, Kenny glanced at his watch and noticed that it was getting late.

Kenny: Shit, it's almost 10PM! I have to work tonight.
Kyle: But it's Friday! Can't you stay a little longer?

Kyle looked at Kenny with his big green eyes and pouted, which made the latter's heart flutter.

"Kyle, I'd stay with you forever if I could..."

Kenny: I wish I could but I have to work to help my family. I'll be back tomorrow, 'kay?
Kyle: Alright... Listen, Kenny, I know we don't... hang that much, but I want you to know that... you're my best friend.

Kyle wrapped his arms around Kenny and put his head against his chest. Although he can hear Kenny's heart pounding, he doesn't say anything and instead starts sobbing, which doesn't go unnoticed by the blond boy.

"...This is getting a bit awkward now."

Kenny: ...Dude, did you just grow a pussy over night or something? ...

Kyle squeezed Kenny a bit harder from his comment and wiped his face before letting go. Kenny was sure that Kyle was crying, but he thought that if Kyle had something he wanted to say, he would just say it and, after looking at Kyle's face, he saw no evidence that he was actually crying.

Kyle: Shut up.

Kenny left Kyle's place and, after a few seconds of staring into each other's eyes, Kyle closed the front door of his house. When Kenny remembered that Kyle said that he was his best friend, he smiled. He was Kyle's best friend. Not Stan, not Cartman, not anyone else. He, Kenneth McCormick was Kyle Broflovski's best friend. However, when he started thinking about how he felt, his smile vanished almost as quickly as it appeared. Kyle just wanted to be friends, but Kenny wanted more than that. He wanted Kyle.

Kenny picked up his work clothes and headed to the Tweak's Coffee Shop. He hated working there because of the smell of coffee and cigarettes. The former gave him a headache, while the latter made it hard to breathe, but the salary was good enough to help his family, and that's all he could really care about in his situation.

While Kenny was working, Kyle was thinking about today's events. He had been trying to tell Kenny that he liked him for a very long time, but all he could do was drop a few subtle (and some not so subtle) hints every now and then. He just couldn't do it on his own.

"...If I can't do it myself, I know something that can help."

Kyle really wanted to tell Kenny how he felt. He was so desperate that he grabbed a few bottles of beer and started drinking. He had never touched a drop of alcohol in his life, and in fact disapproved the fact that Kenny used to drink, but he thought that if he was drunk, it would give him the courage to do what he wanted to.

After his shift was over, Kenny went home. He noticed that large clouds were gathering over the town, so he started running to try to avoid the rain. When he finally got home, he heard soft footsteps behind him and quickly turned around, thinking that he was about to be attacked. However, once his eyes got used to the darkness, he noticed that his "attacker" was none other than Kyle.

Kyle: ...Hey dude...
Kenny: Kyle? It's kinda late, don't you think?

"Is that alcohol?"

Kyle: I wanted to tell you something else at my house, but I didn't want to keep you away from your job.
Kenny: Couldn't you have gone to the coffee shop? You know I work there, right?
Kyle: Yeah... but this is kinda personal...

Kenny's heart started racing, as his brain was overwhelmed with a single thought.

"He likes me."

Kenny: ...What is it?
Kyle: I love you, Kenny.

Before Kenny could even muster the control to reply, Kyle approached Kenny even and kissed him. As their tongues intertwined, Kenny could taste the alcohol that he had been drinking and becomes concerned. He lowers one of his hands to Kyle's hip while leaving the other one on the back of his head but, just as quickly as he started it, Kyle breaks the kiss and instead cries into his chest. Kenny whispers "It's OK..." in his ear, but that just makes him cry harder. Kenny gently pats him on the back to see if he stops, but Kyle breaks free from his arms.
Kenny felt empty inside, but that soon changed to fear when Kyle looked at him in anger.

Kyle: It's not okay, Kenny. I love you. A guy. This goes against everything I've ever been taught by everyone I know. This goes against my very religion. Do you know how long I've been dealing with this? Do you know how hard it is? Because I don't think you have any fucking idea of how hard this is.
Kenny: I know, Kyle.
Kyle: How would you know?

Kenny wrapped his arms around him again, this time actually lifting him off the ground, so he wouldn't run away. Kyle struggled for a while, kicking and trying to push him away, but he broke into tears again and, after Kenny put him down, hugged the taller boy very hard, which left him completely out of breath, until he realized what he was doing and loosened his grip.

"Either you've been working out or I'm not as strong as I thought."

A few seconds later, it started raining; at first slowly, but when it got worse, Kenny opened his parka and wrapped it around Kyle, to protect him from the rain. After a few seconds, he decided to ask him about the alcohol.

Kenny: Have you been drinking, Kyle?

He didn't say anything, afraid of what Kenny might think if he knew that it was true. Kenny wondered if he could even hear anything in the first place.
Kenny took Kyle's hand and dragged him up into his room, locking the door behind him. Both boys undressed down to their underwear (as neither of them had any pajamas) and got in Kenny's bed together, facing each other. They noticed that each other's eyes were red from crying, and Kyle ran his hand cross Kenny's face, as if he was wiping his tears.

Kenny: I'm okay, Kyle. I'm more worried about you.
Kyle: I'm okay too. I'm just so sorry about this.
Kenny: It's okay, Kyle. I know this must be hard for you.

Kyle got closer to Kenny and put his head against his chest, enjoying the sound of Kenny's heart beating in his chest. It was oddly soothing, and it made him blush, knowing that his heartbeat was accelerated.

Kyle: Am I the one doing this?
Kenny: Well, it certainly ain't your grandmother. It's not my fault you're so damn cute.
Kyle: I guess not... I love you, Kenny...

Kenny put his arm around Kenny and they eventually fell asleep.

After that trip down memory lane, Kenny looked at Kyle's face. He hasn't changed a bit. He still has the same cute rosy cheeks, the same curly red hair and the same beautiful dark emerald-green eyes. Kenny kissed his forehead and put his lips next to his ear.

Kenny: I love you too, Kyle...

This is the end of the first chapter. Just to give you an idea of how Kyle and Kenny started dating. I plan to finish with three chapters but you never know where the story takes you. Chapter two is almost done, since I had no idea you had to wait two days after registering to start uploading.