"Is everyone here?"

I roll my eyes and nod.

"Okay. Today, we'll be doing an acting practice."

"Where are Stan and Butterfly?" I ask.

"Leopold is on a student council meeting and Stan is practicing the opening performance of the 'Work day' this Sunday."

I nod.

"Now. Get in partners."

Kyle immediately looks at me and I nod at him.

"Alright. One of you come here to get an object. You have to use the object in a performance. You have two minutes of planning time, starting now."

Kyle stands up and goes to get our object. I hear him laugh at it before he comes back.

"I've got this," he says.

"What are we doing?" I ask.

"Payback, Fucker," he says.

I stand up.

"Is anyone ready yet?" The teacher asks.

"We are," Kyle says.

I look at him.

"Alright. Let's see it then."

Kyle immediately changes posture, everything about him changes.

"I wanted to ask you something," Kyle says.

"Um... sure?" I ask.

"I've loved you for quite a while now. Of course you already knew that. I don't know, how I may live without you, my love. It's taken me too long to state this," Kyle says, completely into the act.

It never fails to amaze me, how different he can be, when he acts and how he can actually bring a character to life so easily by adding his own slight things into the characters.

"W-What are you saying?" I ask.

He gets on one knee.

"My love, it has taken me long enough, your beauty never fails to amaze me, I want to wake up to you everyday and remember that you love me, maybe not as much as i love you, but that you love me. You never fail to make me feel like I'm finally complete. You can bring out a side of me that I never knew of," he says.

"I don't quite understand, what you are saying, but I do love you," I say.

I can do better. Come on, Kenny. Put the flirt mode on.

"You, like a bird, let my heart fly free, free of the terrible world around us. My love, I love you far beyond the amount anyone has loved you. Your love is all I want," Kyle says.

"Thank you, my love. Surely, you cannot love me more than i love you. Through every night I fear the worst, when I do not hear you open the door to the moment you stay by me. I value your love far above my happiness, or my safety. Oh my do I love you. But that's alright, because love makes a human complete," I say.

"And I want to take this moment with you there, stood there so close to me, to ask you something of you," Kyle says.

"Yes, my love? Do I have to fear, what you mean?" I ask.

"I love you. No, do not fear anything, my love. This moment, to me, is going to be the biggest step yet," Kyle says.

"I would argue having kids is the biggest moment in someone's life," I say.

"But before that, I wanna ask you," Kyle says.

"What would that be?" I ask.

Kyle opens his hands to a ring made out of a short rope.

"Oh my!" I say.

"I want to ask you, my love. Would you give me the pleasure of marrying me the soonest moment we have?" Kyle asks.

Kyle always manages to nail it, when a scene is tense. He knows so much about body language that he can make anything tense.

"My love?" Kyle asks.

"I must think about this. Taxes and all," I say.

We get laughs from around the room at my remark.

"My love? I promise, I'll be loyal and work so hard to keep you happy. You're my angel, you're my world. Please," Kyle says.

"Of course, my love," I say.

"Of course?" Kyle asks.

"Of course I'll marry you. You're the best person around, I love you, you have given me so much already and I want to give you back just as much," I say.

Kyle puts the Rope on my finger, making me laugh a little.

"My love," he says.

He kisses my cheek to make it full.

"Oh my Goodness! Boys! That was beautiful!"

I see Kyle's face fall a little at 'boys'.

"Hey, it's okay," I say.

Kyle sighs and smiles.

"Is there something wrong with being called a boy?" I ask.

"But I'm not a boy," Kyle answers.

"Oh okay. Wait! What?" I ask.

"I prefer to be referred to as someone with no gender. I mean, any pronouns are fine, I actually don't have the fucking energy to correct people. I just don't like being called a boy, it fucking sucks," Kyle says.

"Oh! I'm sorry," I say.

"You didn't- you're fine," Kyle says.

"So you don't mind being called a he?" I ask.

"I have a name. I prefer to be called by it. But if you automatically think 'he' I don't really mind at all," Kyle says.

"No wonder you like having non gender specific roles," I say.

"Oh. I'm sorry, Kyle. I didn't mean to," the teacher says.

"No worry," Kyle says.

I smile at him, sitting back down.

"Whose next?"

Kyle takes a piece of paper and starts drawing on it. I look at it, smiling.

"You've gotten good," I say.

"Thanks. I've been drawing a lot, so," Kyle says.

"Is it me?" I ask.

"Yes actually," Kyle says.

Kyle starts on an another figure. As Kyle colors the hair with the black pen, I know, who it is.

"Are you drawing us? That's clearly Stan," I ask.

"Yeah. Butters and I like drawing both you and Stan a lot, although he likes drawing me and I like to draw him as well, so," Kyle says.

"Aw, you must love us." I say.

Kyle rolls him eyes.

"Obviously," he says.

I nod, continuing to watch him draw. It's calming, really.