New chapter. Woot! I'm sorry it's so late, I actually wrote it all out on paper a couple days ago...but I kinda forgot to type it up so, here it is.

Kyle shivered as a finger ran across the back of the neck. Biting his lip he let out a slight moan of his boyfriends name, "Stan~"

"Got a hard on from me touching your fucking neck fag?" The moan froze halfway through its emission and voice belonging to the one and only Eric Cartman.

He had wondered when this conversation was going to happen, it had been over a week since Stan and him had shown up to school together holding hands, this is the first time Cartman had approached the subject.

Kyle swiftly turned around to face his childhood enemy, "What you mean fat ass, we all know you and Butters go make out in the restroom during free period."

"That's not the point Jew~" he extended the last word as though he was talking to a pet, "I can be as much as a fag I want because my god doesn't hate gays, unlike your crappy Jew god."

"God, you're an idiot, the Christian god hates gays as much as the Jewish one, fat ass."

"Well yeah, but my god won't care as long as I say I'm sorry to a priest, or some other bull shit like that."

"You know what Cartman, I'm not even going to explain how stupid you are if you believe that simply telling a priest your sins will get you to heaven."

"Fine Kahl, whatever you say. I have things to do other than argue about how superior my god is to yours."

The third period bell rang as Cartman turned his back to the red head and the halls filled with teens anxious to get to their next location.

Kyle relaxed a bit as he felt his boyfriends arm wrap around his waist and pull him into a chaste kiss.

"Were you just talking to Cartman?" the other asked, a worried expression on his face.

"Yeah, but it's cool, he just called me a fag and insulted my god."

"Dude, how is that all chill?'

"I did the same thing right back." Kyle felt a wicked grin spread across his face, Cartman may be his enemy, but he still enjoyed spending time with the fat ass. It was amusing to say the least?

"I guess you're right, it's nothing different from how you guys used to ask in grade school. I'd be feed up with the fat ass at this point, I'm not sure how you can stand having him around."

"I don't know, life just feels kinda incomplete without him."

Stan felt something inside himself twist at the words, "What do you mean?" he tried to ask nonchalantly.

"I guess it's just like I'm used to him being around, someone I can…I can, I'm not really sure what I can do with him, but it's weird when he's not around. Like something's missing."

The black haired felt a wave of sadness wash over himself, "I'm sorry Kyle, I just remembered something, I love you. See you after school."

Kyle watched his boyfriend leave and went to his next class, wondering if the other was okay or if he'd said something wrong to upset him."

Stan took a swig from the already half empty Captain Morgan bottle, he had been sober for over three months, but he was feeling too overwhelmed to deal with the world right now, or at least, not without some help.

The feeling of alcohol against the back of his throat was a welcoming sensation. The physical burning a quick relief from the mental pain.

He could feel the tears running down his face, reality rushing across his mind. He took another drink.

The quiet buzz of a message brought him back to the present.

Flipping open the phone he let out a single choked word, "Kyle," as he read the messaege.

Stan where the hell are you, I'm worried. -K

He put the phone back into his pocket as another message rang through and another and another, until it was all just a single, continuous buzz of an incoming call.

Taking a deep breath he opened the phone back up and held down the power button until the screen went completely dark.

Kyle felt anxiety and worry in the pit of his stomach. Had something happened since he'd last seen his lover, it wasn't like Stan to ignore him like this, he was his best friend and he just wanted to make sure the other was okay.

"Quit worrying about your stupid ass boy friend Kyel, we have work to do."

The redhead scowled as the fat ass's voice called him back to reality, "Shut up Cartman. You should be worried too. What if something happened to him? He's your friend as well!"

"Kyle please sit down, m'kay?"

Kyle felt embarrassment run through him, he hadn't even consciously stood up, "I'm sorry, Mr. Mackey!" He said, a bit louder than he had meant to.

"Also, quiet down. Level two voice, m'kay?"

"M'kay." Kyle replied, a dark blush prominent on his face.

"M'kay." Cartman mocked as Kyle took his seat. "Anyway, Why should I care about Stan again. I don't remember being friends with that hippie. He's probably just at home, getting drunk off his ass."

"Why? Stan hasn't had a drink in over three months, why would he pick now of all times to drown himself in booze?"

Cartman chuckled.

"What do you know fat ass?"

"Shut up Jew. I'm not even fat anymore, stop calling me that old worn out insult." Cartman was right, he had lost most of his excess weight around the beginning of middle school. Sure, he was still a bigger guy, but it wasn't an unhealthy big, it was just the way he was built, large and muscular.

"What ever fat ass, just tell me why Stan would be drinking again."

"It's probably because his boyfriend's an ugly ass Jew." Cartman laughed.

"Shut the fuck up Cartman, this is serious, he could be in real danger!"

Kyle found himself standing again, the entire class focused on him, "Mr Mackey, may I have permission to get my little brother Ike from the middle school? My mom just sent me a text saying he's sick."

"Did you finish your assignment?"

Kyle bit his lip, "No...but Cartman can finish it."

"Ay, what do you mean I'll finish it?"

The two ignored the larger, "M'kay Kyle, you can go."

"Thanks Mr. Mackey." Kyle called rushing out of the room.

"And Eric, i need that paper turned in by the end of class, M'kay?"

Cartman sighed, giving into the counselor, whispering, "fucking Jew," under his breath.

His breath was heavy as he trudged through the freshly fallen snow.

Kyle was rushing to his significant other's home. In his rush to escape the school he had forgotten his jacket and hat, along with his bookbag in his locker. The cold was beginning to seep in.

His body had begun to shiver and his teeth clatter. He had picked up the pack in an attempt to warm his body, but it hadn't been much help. They should've gotten the day off for the cold, but the roads weren't icy so they let the kids come.

Making his way to the street he needed he could feel the cold stirring within his very bones, all he wished for was to get to the warmth of Stan's house and feel the other's warm body against his own chilled one.

Racing to the door, he was shivering violently and his mind was muddled, he pounded on the door, "Stan, please, let me in!" he called to the single lit window of the house.

"Please, Stan!" Tears were rolling down his face, the wet skin burning in the cold..

He desperately needed to get inside, he would freeze to death without help. He tried the doorknob, but to no avail, It was locked.

Sliding to the ground, he let his eyes drift shut. "Stan, please...Eric...anyone...help."

Uhhhh, I'm so sorry it was late. I just kinda...might've...started Doctor Who...

Anyways, Ignoring my awful time management, leave me comments, they make me all happy inside c: