"Kyle, I'm in love with-"

"I think we should break up."

Kenny felt his heart shatter as he stared at Kyle. "W-what?" Kenny asked. "It's not like you did anything wrong, it's just that... maybe we should end our fake relationship so you can have a real one." Kyle said, fiddling with one of his loose curls. "Why are you bringing this up all of a sudden?" Kenny asked and Kyle sighed. "I saw how you were looking at Butter's when we were at the milkshake bar. It's obvious that you both love each other and I shouldn't be in the way of that."

"I should've never dragged you into my mess. I'm sorry." Kyle said and Kenny quickly shook his head. "But Kyle, I'm the one who asked you to fake date me." Kenny said, grabbing Kyle's hand. "I know... and that's why I have to end things. Because I know you love butters. Not me. The way you both were looking at each other and blushing. I have no right to take that away from you... Especially when I know he loves you too." Kyle said, taking his hands away from Kenny so he could hug himself instead. Kenny stared at Kyle in disbelief, this couldn't be happening. Not when he just figured out his feelings. Kenny wanted to cry, wanted to scream, wanted to pull Kyle into a kiss and tell him how stupid he sounded. But he didn't. No Kenny just stared at Kyle for a while before pulling him into a hug. "Thank you for the best 3 months of my life." Kenny whispered and Kyle nodded.

"Is it bad that I want one last kiss...?" Kyle asked. All Kenny could do was let out a broken chuckle before pressing his lips gently to Kyle's, never wanting the kiss to end. Kenny wanted to pull Kyle closer to show how much he loved him, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Finally they pulled away and Kyle had as sad smile etched across his face. "Kyle, bubbie, are you all packed to leave next week?" Shelia asked, bursting into the room scaring the two teens. "Mom, yes! I already told you I did! Please, Kenny and I are talking about something important." Kyle groaned, a blush on his face. "That's nice Kyle, now make sure you have your room spick and span clean. I mean I do not want a single glass, sock, paper, to be left around in this room." Shelia said, picking up one of her glasses in Kyle's room. "Mom, please, get out." Kyle said, subconsciously hiding his face into Kenny's chest. "Oh you boys are so cute together, I need to get my camera and take a picture!" Shelia exclaimed as Kyle quickly removed himself from Kenny's chest. "Actually mom, Kenny and I broke up."

"WHAT WHAT WHAT?!"

"Yes mom, that why I need you to get out of my room so we can finish talking about all of this." Kyle said and his mother turned around dramatically. "Gerald! You'll never believe it! Our babies heart is broken again!" Shelia cried as she went down the hall to her husband. "Mom no- UGH!" Kyle growled, "I'm sorry about all that." Kyle apologized, but Kenny simply shook his head. "It's fine, but, where are you going next week?" Kenny asked, watching as Kyle's face contorted into an annoyed scowl. "New Jersey for the whole summer. Like I don't even get a say in it. It's such bullshit." Kyle groaned sitting onto his bed. "But thats besides the point, what did you want to tell me?" Kyle asked and Kenny froze. "Huh..? Oh, no, it's not important. I completely forgot anyways." Kenny said, downing the rest of his water bottle soon as he finished his sentence. Kyle hummed, just kind of staring at the floor. "You should probably go, I have some cleaning to do apparently. "Kyle sighed and Kenny nodded. "I'll throw this away on my way out." Kenny said, gently shaking his empty water bottle. Kyle nodded as a small thank you. It felt so awkward now.

"One more kiss?"

"Of course, Kyle."

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"Do you know what Stan thought about the new Thor movie? Clyde wants his opinion on it." Bebe asked one night while Wendy modeled a dress for her. "Um, no... Why would Stan know?" Wendy asked, looking down at Bebe suspiciously. "Because he went to go see it with Kyle." Bebe responded, not paying attention to what she was saying. "WHAT?!" Wendy screeched causing Bebe to stick herself with her sewing pin. "Ow!" Bebe whined, checking to make sure she didn't draw blood. "Bebe, what do you mean Stan went to see the new Thor movie with Kyle?" Wendy asked and Bebe immediately realized that she fucked up. "Did I say Kyle,,,? I meant Craig!" Bebe hurriedly corrected herself, watching as Wendy crossed her arms. "Really? Because last time I checked Craig and Stan can't stand each other."

"Yeah, well it was more Tweek and Craig just happened to be there." Bebe said. "I don't believe you." Wendy scoffed and Bebe frowned. "Well you should." Bebe said sitting down her sewing supplies. "Bebe, I swear on all thing sparkle if you don't tell me what you know I will rip this dress." "What the hell?! I've been working on this dress for fucking months!" Bebe growled. "Exactly. It would be a shame if I actually did rip it, so I suggest you start talking." Wendy had this look on her face, one she hadn't seen since the whole Miss Ellen situation. "So what if I saw them at the movies. Wendy he's allowed to hang out with his friends!" Bebe said standing up. "True, he can hang out with his other friends, just not Kyle." Wendy said. "That's such a bitch thing to do. They've been best friends since they were in diapers! Kyle is dating Kenny and Stan's dating you, they don't want each other." Bebe said.

"Wrong. The only reason Stan and I are dating is because I got in his head. I did it for him, Kyle will just hold him back. I don't need anyone doing that so Kyle has to go." Wendy said. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you realize how much of a bitch ass manipulator you sound like right now? You sound like Cartman for fuck sakes! Why would you ever do that?! You ruined a healthy relationship for what?" Bebe yelled as Wendy glared at her. "Because I wanted too. I thought you be by my side as my best friend." Wendy huffed. "Just like Kyle should be by Stan's side because they're best friends!"

"No he shouldn't! Kyle is destined to fail! He needs to stay fucking hurting until next year so I can get valedictorian!" Wendy screamed. "Wait, so you're telling me you did all of this so you can become valedictorian?!" Bebe asked. "Yep and the moment I do I'm leaving Stan and going to yale. I'm going to marry some 100x better than him. Then he and Kyle can be together, but until then, things need to go my way!" Wendy said before a pain filled her right cheek. "Did you just fucking slap me?!" Wendy cried. "Yes I did, I needed to make sure you still had some fucking sense left in that stupid ass head of yours! You're being possessive of Stan and possibly ruining someones life and for what?! You to possibly become valedictorian?! You do realize you still have to complete against Tolkien and Butters right?" Bebe asked, completely done with this bullshit. "They weren't as big of a threat as Kyle is, or, was." Bebe quickly slapped the ravinett again. "You need to get out." Bebe frowned and Wendy frowned. "Are you really making me leave? I'm not the one in the wrong here!"

"Yes you are!" Bebe yelled back. Wendy let out an annoyed huff and took off the dress Bebe had been working on, purposefully ripping in the process. She put her regular outfit back on and stomped out the house. "That bitch has some issues." Bebe mumbled, quickly texting Tweek to come over and that she had news.