---Kyle's pov---

"An... Idea? What do you plan to do?"

Kenny smiles, "You have to tell me something, first."

I raise an eyebrow and sit up onto my arms, "What do I have to tell you?"

Kenny smiles widely.

---Stan's pov---

I storm outside Kyle's house and walks towards home. I grumble and kick a small rock forward and shove my hands into my pockets.

Why would he do that?

I think I might be doing something wrong. I mean, I am being a little harsh...

No. I can't just forgive him. He knows how I feel about... 'That.'

I shake my head, I shouldn't be thinking about it.

I just need some time to not thinking about it. I need to just relax.

I pass Kenny on the way home.

"Where ya going, Stan?" He asked smiling at me.

"Home. You?"

"Over to Kyle's. He said he needed to talk 'bout something," Kenny says nodding his head towards Kyle's.

I grumble, "That's cool," I say.

"Stan."

I look up at Kenny.

"You need to listen. Not to me, but I'm warning you, the path you're going down is going to end in a way that'll leave you feeling guilty and upset," Kenny takes a breath and turns away from me.

"Just... Just don't let me down, or him."