Craig and his three friends sat at the far right corner of the bleechers at the Cow's game.

But Craig really was the only one paying attention in the group. Tweek was twitching and looking down (he became a tad calmer since the 6th grade). And Clyde and Token were making out passionatly.

"Well, I'm going to have a smoke, any one want to join?" Craig offered. "N-no thank you Craig!" Tweek blirted still looking down and twiching.

Token pulled himself away from Clyde and looked at Craig, "Nah, unlike you, I don't want to end up like Kyle's da-"

"TOKEN!" Clyde interupted, "Don't talk about Kyle's father!" he added. Token had a sorryful smile on his face and kissed Clyde's forehead, "Sorry babe!" he said.

Craig didn't want to look into Broflovski's family life. He didn't care about him... that much that is.

So with that, the raven haired boy stood up and headed down the bleechers.

When he got to the bottom, he went to the side and lit up a cigarette. But he was first welcomed by premature smoke blowing into his face. When he looked to the left, he saw Kyle Broflovski smoking.

Kyle's back was against the brick wall of the bleechers, his right arm was wrapped around his chest as he puffed and sucked on the cig. He had his hat off revieling wavey crimson and orange hair rather than curls. His jew-fro was gone, the only thing lift was a visually atractive set of hair.

Kyle's hair was now short behind the ears and long infront. Craig found his hair sexy. He wished he could do that with his hair.

Kyle noticed Craig to his side and looked at him, "What? Is this your private smoking area? I can leave...!" He said with a straight face.

"Nah, I'll be fine." He said pulling a cigarette out and walking towards him. But instead of pulling out his lighter or any matches, he stuck it into Kyle's burning cigarette. After a playful smirk he stuck the burning cigarette into his mouth and started to smoke it.

"You could have asked dick head." Kyle said raising an eyebrow and smiling at Craig.

"Yeah, but, I didn't want to waist your precious smoking time, even though it's bad for you." Craig replied with a smirk.

"Mkay," Kyle added to Craig's sentance. He acually did a preatty damn good impression of Macky. It made Craig laugh so hard his cigarette fell out of his hand and on the ground. With him fallowing it.

"Don't make me preform CPR on you chullo boy." Kyle said with a smile.

"Shut the hell up!" Craig said with some giggles, "Now help me up jew-fro...!" he demanded.

"Hey, don't call me jew-fro or I'll just leave you there on the ground!" Kyle teased.

"I'm sorry... please?" Craig said with large puppy eyes and bull crap sad faced expression. "Your such a kidder." Kyle said pulling his hand out to help him up.

"See ya next fall!" Craig puned befor he pulled Kyle down ontop of him. Both him and Kyle were laughing about it. But then Craig remembered something.

"Hey, aren't you seeing that boy-toy known as Marsh?" Craig joked in his monotoned voice. "Who says?" Kyle said getting himself back up and pulling Craig back to his feet. "And Stan isn't a boy-toy." He currected Craig soon after.

"Whatever." Craig said getting a new cigarette out and lighting it on his own this time.

"So, why is the perfect child smoking out here all of the sudden?" Craig asked. Kyle looked down and breathed in a deep sigh.

"My dad has lung cancer... My mom thinks my grades are nose-diving and is taking all her anger and greif on me and Ike... and Ike says he's going to comit suicide every night... why wouldn't I?" Kyle said with a frown. Craig frowned too, that was one of the most sadest things he ever heard.

"Well, I guess to add on to this happy vibe, my parents always beat the living shit out of each other and ignore me and Ruby all the time." Craig said, then sucked in more from his cigarette before he unlighted it and flicked the butt of it away. "But it's nothing compaired to you...!" Craig admitted, Kyle then finished his cigarette and sighed and he just droped it on the ground and used the soul of his shoe to unlight it.

Craig watched as Kyle relaxed a tad more on the brick wall that supported the bleechers. Craig then got the temptation to kiss Kyle on the lips when he saw that they were gaped and they looked so soft and tender.

Craig then fought with himself in his mind, he had no idea what to do... but then he made a flash disition.

Kyle felt hands go around his wrists and pin them to the brick wall at the sides of his head. When he opened his eyes in that flash, he saw it was Craig infront of him. "Cra-" Kyle said, but was intruppted when Craig pushed his lips on to Kyle's.

Kyle's eyes went wide while the raven kissed his lips so lightly but so passionatly. Then Kyle began to slowly close his eyes and alow Craig to kiss him. Kyle even began to turn his head to the side to intensify the kiss.

Craig was having a hell of a time. And honestly, so was Kyle.

Kyle then felt Craig's tounge slither on to his lips and he amediutly opened his mouth and allowed it insinde.

Craig and Kyle made out for a while. But then Kyle winced in pain and grabbed his side sharply.

Craig realised Kyle was in pain, so he quikly let go of him and cought Kyle before he fell to the ground in pain.

"KYLE!?" Craig shouted. Kyle had tears of pain in his eyes as he screamed in pain. Everyone in the bleachers went dead silent and looked over to them with bug eyes.

Craig moved his hand and lifted his shirt, and there sitting and staining his fair skin, was a large burn mark that began to scar itself up. Craig's eyes turned small.

"Who... who did that to you Kyle...?!" He asked in a shaking voice.

Then Stan ran out of the feild and over to Kyle and Craig's side his eyes where wide as well.

"My... mom...!"

Everything and everyone was silent, exept for the sirons of an abulance...!