A/n: so I want to remind you all that all characters I added have a purpose and most of the things they say mean something. May it be good, bad, or neutral.

Also who was sad I killed Butters off? And the fact Craig had beated Stan up?

Also you all are going to hate me this chapter.

Kyle's POV

"Kyle did you kill someone?" Cartman asked me. He probably thinks I'm like Butters now. I shake my head. "Then why the fuck were you hiding a dead body?!"

"It's not a dead body!" I glared. Kenny saw his cue to leave, but I wish he didn't. "It's just I-"

"Kyle tell me please." Cartman's voice turned softer. "Just please tell me what happened in that picture. If it's not a dead body than what is it?"

"..." I stayed silent. Cartman shook his head before leaving. He stopped when he reached the shed's door. "Tell me when you feel like you can trust me." He walked out into the rain and I hugged me knees. It wasn't a dead body... I know that... The other person in the picture knows that. But can I really tell Cartman what happened that night? I kept my head in my knees and felt the tears falls.

"Kyle? What's wrong?" I looked up seeing Ezra kneeling in front of me. Why was he here? "Your mom said you were back here. I came by to give you something as a thank you, but really what's wrong?" He looked really worried.

"I... I-" I don't know. I just cry evene more and rest my ehad on my knees as Ezra hugs me tightly. "I-i-i-"

"Shh shh. It's alright Kyle. It will all be alright." He rubs my back. He starts rocking us back in forth. "Hush now my baby. Be still love, don't cry." He started humming and I looked at him. "What?"

"Out of all the songs you could sing you just had to sing a song from The Prince of Egypt." I stare. I am not amused.

"Oh shut it!" He chuckles and continues to hug me.

I smile a little amd feel how warm he is. "Thanks Ezra."

Michael's POV (didn't expect that huh?)

I open my the front door and look around. I let out a small sigh. Good my annoying birth givers are not here. They would go ballistic, and mom would start yelling at him and then me. I look at Stan who was still bleeding.

I drag him upstairs to the bathroom and he sits on the toilet. I looked at his bruises and his bleeding nose. Even though he was extreamly injured he was still the cute questioning boy I kissed that one day.

I shake my head and start looking through the bathroom cabinet for bandaids and something to clean his wounds. After I found everything I needed I started to clean his cuts. Every now and then he hisses in pain. "How did you even get like this?"

"Your ex boyfriend's body guard." Stan mumbled.

"I'm gonna kill Craig." I said without think and Stan looked at me worryingly. I let out a sigh. "I'm sorry Stan. I didn't really mean that." I brush some hair behind his eat and he leans his face into my hand before closing his eyes.

We stayed like that for a few seconds before I shook my head again and started to work on this cuts once more. "Why did you hurt Pete... Like physically." I stopped what I was doing and stared the junior in the eyes. "Sorry... It's just you seem so kind to me except for that time at Cartman's party when I interfered. We were both drunk. Like the first time we did i-" He stops talking, and swallows hard.

I looked at the floor before looking at him in the eyes again. I squat down a little so I actually am face to face with him. "Stan, I have done things I regret deeply. I would do everything to take back what I did to Pete. All he did was worry about my mental and physical health, and all I did was lash out at him. Does that justify what I did? No. Do I ask for forgiveness? No. Do I wish to forget it happened? No. Why? Because if I forget it happened I would not know how to stop myself from it happening ever again."

He stared at me taking in everything I just said. After a bid he slowly nodded. "So you used to beat him because... You were stressed out? Why?"

"Just..." I take a deep breath before brushing my fingers through my long straightened hair. The rain from earlier started making it curl again. "Just forget it Stan."

"No Michael." He takes my hands in his own. "We both amhad hurt Pete. I want to know your reason for being so stressed."

I kept staring at him before I broke down. Stan quickly sat next to me as he placed our backs against the bathtub. My head was in his lap and he petted my hair letting me cry. He's to good for me. He should be with Pete. I'm just a pathetic person who would bone the first cute guy he sees. I just wish I took the chance to finish what I started that day.

"Michael?! You hope?!" I heard my parents from downstairs. My eyes shot open and I looked at Stan.

"My room. Now." I told him and he nodded I flushed the toilet so my folks would think I was just doing my business. I quickly bushed my hair. "Just a moment!" I rushed to my room and grabbed a sweater throwing it over my t-shirt.

After I did so I walked downstairs to see my parents. "Ah Michael. What took you so long?"

"Had to put my math book in my room." I told my dad.

"You were doing homework in the bathroom again?" My dad questioned as my mom headed to the kitchen. My dad looked at me. "Okay stop lying. Were you looking at Playboy or some other dirty magazine?"

"No dad." If only he knew the truth that is son is a fa-

"Oh." He nudged my shoulder. "Have a girl in mind?"

"Um something like that." I scratched the back of my neck.

Dad chuckled as he puts his coat up. "You know the Thelmans?" I cleared my throat before nodding. "Well theere is some news going around."

"Really?" We started heading to the kitchen.

"Yeah. Mr. Thelman said his son started hanging around the Marsh kid. I think his name is Stan? Eh also knew something about that kis was kinda queer."

"Excuse me?" Did he really just say.

"What? All I said was queer. That means weird." He looked at me confused before realizing something. "Oh! I'm sorry son. Didn't mean it like that. I just meant weird did not mean to say anything insulting twords your friend Pete."

I nodded. "Yeah... I'm just going to go finish my homework. I already ate dinner." Dad and mom nodded before I left the room. I remembered Stan was hear and ran up the steps and to my room. I opened the door to see he was sitting on my bed. "Hey... Jeez your soaking wet."

"You just realized that? You were carrying me all the way here." He crossed his arms and shivered. I rolled my eyes and headed to my closet. I started taking my clothes off. "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm changing clothes, and Stan it's not like this is the first time you've seen me naked." I huffed.

"A-actually it kinda is... We usually have the light off and it's hard to see in the dark.." He explained.

"Want me to turn the light off?"

"N-no." I watched as he hugged his knees. "Can I borrow some clothes to sleep in?"

"Sure." I shrug and finished changing. I handed him some boxers and a male tank top. "After you're done I have a few questions."

I laid down and Stan changed. He soon laid next to me and looked at me. "Now what do you need to talk about?"

I didn't originally know how I was going to ask him this, but I need to know something. I licked my lips and Stan's eyes glanced at them before looking me in the eyes. "I should have asked you sooner, but that day you asked me how I knew I was gay and everything... The day we first kissed. What made you want to ask that?"

He kept staring at me before biting his lip. "You know Kyle, right?" Oh no... "I thought I liked him, but I soon realized it was just as a friend. I lashed out at him about those letters and he ran off and Cartman followed. Although I knew I only liked him as a friend I still felt like something was different after i even considered liking him"

"And you wanted to know if you were gay or not?" He nodded. "And the result? Bi perhaps?"

"I'm not sure. The only girl I actually felt atracted to was Wendy, but I knew her since we were kids." He turned around with his back facing me. I hegged him from behind and we stayed silent for a few minutes. I heard the TV from downstairs, and thought Stan was asleep until he spoke up. "Michael, what are we?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are we friends, friends with benefits/fuck buddies, or are we... Are we..." Please don't say it. It will hurt more than just hearing we're just friends. "Are we together? Like dating?"

I held him closer than before. I wish he didn't say that. I want it to happen, but what if I hurt him just like how I had hurt Pete? I couldn't live with myself if that happened. I think I'm in love with Stan... "Stan..."

"Like I mean that first kiss, and second one... And third one... Those didn't mean anything... Right? Or did they? I mean the first time he fucked we were both drunk. And New Year's Eve we almost fucked after I took you upstairs to yell at you for showing up." Stan rambled on and the next thing that busted out of my mouth I knew he would be mad at me.

"I wasn't drunk." I gulped. "The first time I wasn't drunk, but really upset."

I didn't expect the next words out of his mouth. "Why were you upset?"

"It was the day Pete broke up with me." Stan turned and looked at me in the eyes. He kissed me forehead. "Stan." I lightly grab his wrist. "I know you most likely are in love with Pete, but will you go to prom with me?"

Stan chuckled. "Isn't that a conformist type thing to do?"

I chuckled myself beforw rolling us over so he's on top of me. I kiss him lightly. "Shut up Marsh." Stan rolls his eyes before laying next to me again. I cuddle up to him.

"Michael, whose ring is that?" I look at my bedside table to see a silver band on it. I stare at it. "Michael?"

It's to early to ask this.

"It's mine." I told him.