A/N: Because nobody can resist the cuteness of little kid Style Fluff. I wrote this based on a picture I drew when I was home from school with a stomach ache, and just decided to type it up now. If I owned South Park, nobody would watch it and this wouldn't be written.

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I told my super best friend that I'd take him to a magical place. Kyle Blushed as these words slipped out of my mouth. My cheeks were warm, too. I put on my most playful 8-year-old face ever and grabbed his arm.

"Where are we going?" He would ask me. I'd only laugh. "I told you," I said. "A magical place!" Kyle obviously didn't believe me. I'd show him!

We were only eight, but we'd been best friends for a long time. Hell, it seemed like forever! Whenever I saw Kyle look at me with his bright green eyes, I'd smile back as happily as I could, trying to fight away the butterflies that would play in my stomach.

I'm not clueless. I know that feeling means I have a crush on Kyle. Kyle! My super Best friend! I always thought being gay was wrong (seeing as I'm Catholic), but I really couldn't help it. I liked the feeling! It seemed Kyle wasn't the same, but I just had to know.

We reached our destination, behind the school. The Sixth Graders and druggies weren't there for once, thankfully. I smiled. Kyle narrowed his eyes. "Is this it?" he asked. I shook my head, still grinning. "We're only halfway there."

I grasped his wrists, held them up, and looked Kyle right in the eyes. Kyle looked back at me with the same wonder sparking in his green eyes as I had in my blue ones. Our lips parted, we leaned, and our lips touched.

We closed our eyes during the kiss, embracing each other. I was surprised I hadn't thrown up like I did when Wendy tried to kiss me. But I felt warm and fuzzy instead, right until the moment we parted.

"I like this magical place," Kyle said. "Let's go there every day."