---Stan's pov---
I didn't just think that. No way.
No. I'm not gay, I have Wendy. Maybe Kenny and Kyle would make a cute couple.
I mean who doesn't love an angel and a man whore? Okay, I might be a little upset about this.
What if they aren't dating?
---Kyle's pov---
"What... What jus happened?" I asked Kenny.
"Well, let's put it this way: I kissed you, now you're mine," he stared nonchalantly.
I pushed him away so I could look at his face, "Yours?" I said with a questioning look, he nodded, "Uh, no. Not yours."
He tilted his head, "Yes, mine."
Kenny reminded me of a child. One whose desert just got taken away. He stared at me, a confused look on his face.
"Why would I even be yours? We both know you don't like me like that."
He got a nervous look on his face then he gave me a forced laugh, "You don't know that..." He said trailing off.
"Butters," I stated and his face went red, "Okay, so what's really happening?"
Kenny sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, "Well, let's say Wendy gave me some money to be with you for 3 months... It was a good offer," he stated.
"Why?"
"She made a bet with some other girls," he stated.
"Well, I have my eyes on-"
"Stan," Kenny interrupted, smirking at me.
I could feel my face heat up again, "N-no! We're just friends..." I said hurting myself with my own words.
Kenny sighed and shook his head, "It's so obvious, dude. You two need to just kiss already," he laughed, "Or get it on. Whichever you want."
I punched him in the arm, "Shut up, Kenny."
We smiled and laughed.