Hello everyone ^.^. I'm sorry for the once again short chapter I'm currently working on the flow of the story and school isn't making it easy, but the next chapter should be twice as long hopefully if everything goes as planned. Thanks to anyone who has or will show their support by reading this poor excuse for a story. Like before reviews are highly welcomed. I would also like to give my thanks to Marik my friend, editor, and fellow gamer, who has supported me and my story so thank you Marik. I don't know when Ill have time to update since school just started but please be patient I will not abandon this story so...Enjoy!

Chapter 2: Tentative

"Ok Stan just act normal." I remind myself. My friends are meeting me at the food court of the mall (no doubt Cartman's idea), and Kenny is going to be there. I blush momentarily as last night's dream slowly creeps into my head once again. "I can't face Kenny or the others if I keep fucking blushing!" I scorn myself. In the distance I see the shape of the mall coming nearer and nearer. "Shit I don't have much time to get my act together." I think to myself. "OK…OK I'll just talk to Kenny about it in private later," I give into to my turbulent thoughts, "but for now I should try and enjoy myself." I reach the doors of the mall and walk in hoping I don't make a fool of myself.

I see the guys at a table and I wave to them. "Hey guys." I greet them nonchalantly. They all nod at me and go back to their food, except for Kenny who keeps staring at me with his piercing blue eyes as if trying to find out what I was thinking. I shake my head noticing I had been staring back at him. I give him a smile and turn towards my friends who were in the middle telling jokes.

"Hey guys I got…" Cartman begins to say.

"Cartman it better not be a Jewish joke you asshole." Kyle interrupts.

"No, no, no Kyle. I have better taste than that." Cartman says slyly. "What's the difference between a Jew and a canoe...? A canoe tips!" He says quickly before Kyle could interrupt. Kenny who had soda in his mouth spits it all over the table as he laughs. I can't help but giggle, not because of the joke but because I never noticed how cute Kenny looked when he laughed. Shit there I go again, I quickly focus my attention back to Kyle and Cartman's argument.

"Oh yeah fat ass? Two can play at that game."

"Whatever Kyle bring it on." Cartman retaliates.

"Cartman if you went on a diet two undeveloped nations would have enough food to eat for a year!" Kyle says indignantly.

"Hey! I'm not fat you fucking Jew." Cartman angrily replies.

I momentarily hear Kenny's laughter and I have to try extremely hard to turn my attention back to Kyle and Cartman. If they keep this up we'll have an all-out brawl not to mention Kenny's laughter is turning me on. "How about we go to the video game shop?" I suggest.

"Videogames?" all three answer.

"Fine but don't think this is over Kyle." Cartman threatens. Kyle just rolls his eyes as we stand up and throw away our trash.

At the video game shop I have to constantly remind myself not to stare at Kenny, but soon I see my opportunity when Kenny goes towards the front by himself to check out the discount bin. I walked calmly next to him and picked a random game feigning interest in it. "Hey Kenny we need to talk." I whisper.

"Sure Stan, what's on your mind?" He keeps his head down but I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Well I kinda meant somewhere a little more private." I ask a little flustered.

"Aaah sure how about you house at six?"

"Well I don't know about tha…" I begin to say.

"Then it's all settled." he says, and before I have anytime to argue he walks over and joins our other two friends.

"That didn't go according to plan." I say under my breath, but it was better than nothing. I cautiously join my friends in time to hear my friends talking about the new Grand Theft Auto game or whatever. The more time went by the more uncertain I became of my own feeling. What am I supposed to tell Kenny, "Hey man I may or may not be gay and I may or may not like you, I don't know"?

After about an hour Kyle had to go saying he had to do something with his family. Cartman left not to long after saying he had to be home on time to watch his favorite show. This left me and Kenny alone which sent chills down my spine.

"Hey Kenny I have to go…"

"Aaw, really Stan?" he says a little hurt. I guess he wanted to spend some alone time with me, but I can't I just can't. I'm scared that I'll really like spending time with Kenny. Normally it would have been a blast, but now…it was just complicated.

"Yeah I have to get home or else my parents will kill me." I lie.

"It's barely five." he says a little suspicious.

"Yeeeah…my parents can be strict sometimes." I continue to lie.

"Oh I see…you're going home to get ready for our little 'date' tonight." He says jokingly.

"It's not a date!" I say too harshly.

"Yeah I know Stan I was only joking…" He says trying to smile, but his eyes give away his disappointment.

"Well I guess I'll see you at six?"

"Sure." Is all he says as he walks away leaving me to my thoughts once again.

I get home around five thirty, and I quickly rush up to my room and hop into the shower. I let the warm water flow over me. The water slowly washed away all my stress and even boosted my confidence with what I'm going to do in half an hour. I quickly get out of the shower, dry myself, and get changed in a shirt and some jeans. A few minutes later the doorbell rings. I quickly feel all my previous stress come rushing back inside of me. "Oh shit. Oh shit. O shit." I begin to say between breaths.

"Come in Kenny. Stan is up in his room." I hear my mom say to Kenny.

"Thanks Mrs. Marsh." I then hear footsteps on the stairs and a soft knock on my door.

"You can come in Kenny." I say uncertainly.

"Hey Stan." Kenny says with a forced smile. The tension in the air was thick, and very apparent to both of us. "So here we are." He says rambling.

"Yeah. Sorry for being so weird at the mall today. I wasn't really myself," I apologize, "…I haven't been really since last night." I add.

"Oh?" Kenny asks as his whole figure tenses up.

"I was very drunk that night I know, but I do remember everything." I say slowly and cautiously. I see a hint of fear in his eyes, but he also looked relieved. It was quiet for a while and I began to think Kenny wasn't going to say anything.

"I'm sorry Stan." He says plainly.

"What? What are you sorry for?" I say confused.

"I'm sorry I had to go and say that to you. I wasn't thinking and I didn't expect you to remember." He says quickly, and looks down. I slowly absorb what he said and think of what to say next.

"Did…did you mean it?" I ask. He looks up quickly after I ask.

"Yeah…Well at least I think I do…I'm not even sure anymore." He says honestly. "It's just that I'm scared of what people will say. All my life my family and friends have talked about how I'll grow up to have a wife and children, but lately I'm not too sure about that."

"Same here…" I say softly, "I never really noticed how I felt about this before because I never really thought about it. I always just assumed I was happy with a girlfriend." I look down.

"Man we are something." Kenny says smiling bitterly.

"Yeah we sure are."

"So what do you want to about this?" he asks.

"Well I had a dream last night." I say slowly not sure if I wanted to tell him. I decide I should since it is relevant to our conversation. "Well in the dream Wendy is in my room, and after saying no to fooling around with her she ran. When I caught her she turned…into …you." I finish, my face blushing. I look at him and I see his stunned face turn into a mischievous smile.

"Are you sure that's all that happened after I appeared?" he asks.

"Yeah of course." I lie, my face growing extremely hot. "The point I'm trying to make is that even though I don't know what to do about our situation, I know I have to stop going out with Wendy. I just can't lie to her."

"Yeah I guess that would be the best thing to do." He agrees.

"Now what do we do about us?" I ask.

"I don't know…maybe WE could try going out," he says, hope very apparent in his face, "I mean secretly of course." He adds quickly.

"I don't know Kenny…" I say unsure. "Maybe we should just wait and see what happens…you know maybe it's all just a phase?" I say hopefully.

"Suuure...whatever you want Stan." He says as he leans in close. I close my eyes as I feel his lips press softly against mine. Entranced by the kiss I slowly feel his body lean against mine, pushing me onto my back. After a while I snap out of my daze and pull away from the kiss. I catch my breath feeling my heart thudding quickly against my chest. I look into Kenny's longing eyes, and I feel tempted to kiss him again. "Maybe you should go…" I say softly before I do. His eyes fill up with sadness as he gets off of me.

"Sure." He says as he heads for the door, but before he reaches it I quickly catch his wrist and turn him around into my embrace.

"It's not you Kenny it's just I don't want to get ahead of myself…I'm still trying to figure out how I feel about you and this situation." I say with a lump in my throat.

"It's alright Stan I understand." He says on the brink of tears. I feel him his arms wrap around me, and I hold him tight as we both slowly start to shake, our sobs drowned out by the other's shoulder.