---Kyle's pov---

"Kyle, we need to talk."

I turned to see Kenny standing there. What?

"Uh... Okay?" I was really confused.

Kenny takes a sea next to me. We sit there for a minute or two in silence. Now I'm even more confused. He said we needed to talk, but now he's not talking.

I turn to him. He's staring at the wall. I move so I'm sitting in front of him, "Kenny?"

"I know what happened with Stan," oh god, no, "And I want to help you."

What? Help me? "How?" I say before I can think about it.

"Like this," Kenny grabs me and pulls me to his chest.

"Okay, so here's what I was thinking. We pretend to be together, so we can make Stan jealous. When we make him jealous, he'll realize that he likes you. If you want to try this plan, we could," he says rocking slightly.

I nod my head slightly, "Okay, Kyle," I feel him lift my chin up so I'm looking at him.

He gives me a small smile and connects our lips.

It's weird. Kissing Kenny. Or... Having Kenny kiss me. I didn't kiss back. I felt slightly dizzy.

Would his plan really work. I felt tears start to streak down my face. I hope Stan can love me. I clench onto his sleeves, and slam my eyes shut.

Stan...