Second story! Whoot!

WARNINGS: May be sorta graphic later with the anorexia/self harm scenes. I don't have either an eating disorder or depression, so not all of this may be totally accurate. Sorry!

I don't own South Park, Matt Stone and Trey Parker do(lucky bastards!).

Enjoy and no flames please!

Chapter 1

"Stan..." Kyle looked up in horror to find his own super best friend lying unconscious on the cold bathroom tiles, red flowing from two deep slits in his wrists. "No! No! Stan! Stan, you can't do this to me! I LOVED you!""

Kyle woke up screaming. Every night for the past two weeks he'd been having the same kind of dream. He would have a great day at school, but then when he went over to his daily visit to Stan's house he'd always find his raven-haired crush having just killed himself.

I must be nervous about the finals. I mean, I am taking 5 AP classes... Maybe I need to go for a walk and bun a few calories.

Kyle walked the three blocks to Stark's Pond, timing himself.

"Let's see, 3/8 of a mile took 4 minutes, so that's a 10 minute mile. I'm such a failure, I'm so fat... At this rate Stan will never love me!" Tears began to leak out from under a certain green ushanka. "I don't have a chance with him! Why can't I just love girls?!"

Since the boys had started high school Kyle began worrying about his weight. These feeling may have come from anxiety attacks about ballooning to Catman's weight, or maybe even a feeling of competition with girls (mostly Wendy).

Kyle absolutely despised Wendy. Not only was she 5 pounds lighter (and two inches shorter) than Kyle, but she kept Stan on a tight leash, even AFTER they had broken up. Because of his deep hatred for the Testaburger, Kyle had been starving himself to perfection. No one knew about his dirty little secret, but they were starting to suspect it due to the fact that he had one of the lowest BMIs in South Park, and he constantly skipped meals. The one to pick up on this most was probably the redhead's own super best friend, Stan Marsh.

It all started in 9th grade, when Wendy decided to get back together with Stan after breaking up with him in middle school. Stan became so obsessed with his new girlfriend that he had hardly any time to hang out with his super best friend. Kyle decided that it was too painful to watch his best friend (and love interest) sucking on some whore's face, so he started cutting. At first it was only when he was feeling particularly down, or after something especially difficult, but soon it became a regular thing and before he knew it, Kyle was cutting everyday. With all the scars, Kyle had to constantly wear long sleeve shirts and long pants, and it only added to his nerd look, which pushed him even farther down the social pyramid.

One day, Kyle was over at Stan's house as normal and he had momentarily forgotten about his scars and began rough housing with Stan. Stan pinned Kyle down on the couch, but in the process had forced the shorter boy's sleeves up far enough to see the deep scars covering every inch of flesh.

"Dude! What the fuck are these!?" Stan screamed at his best friend.

"..." Kyle looked down. "You weren't supposed to see those..."

"Not supposed to see them?! Jesus Christ, Kyle! You're going to kill yourself!" Stan had gone from scared to angry. "What could possibly hurt you so much that you thought it'd be okay to do this to yourself?!"

"I-i..." Kyle hesitated for a moment. "I don't want to talk about it." The Jewish boy then got up and left Stan's house.

After that Stan and Kyle grew more distant. They still sat together at lunch, and they hung out after school, but Stan always seemed distracted. Taking this as a rejection, Kyle decided he needed to take things a bit further, so he stopped eating. His efforts seemed to finally be paying off because Stan was beginning to pay more attention. And frankly, Kyle didn't care that Stan only looked at him with those gorgeous sapphire eyes because he was worried, it only mattered that Kyle was taking one more Stan moment away from Wendy.

"Hey, dude." Kyle jumped when he heard a voice from behind him. "What're you doing here?"

"Oh, Stan! You scared me..." The taller of the two smiled, brushing a few ebony locks out of his eyes.

"Are you okay? Have you been crying?" Stan leaned down so that his face was inches away from Kyle's and brushed away a stray tear from the redhead's porcelain cheek. Said Jew's face was then twinged with a light pink color as he turned away from the boy in the red poofball hat.

"I-i... I don't know if I can really talk about it..." Kyle didn't want Stan to realize he was doing this, to then stop him, and stop paying him any mind. No, this had to be his own little secret.

Kyle turned away from Stan, looking at his shoes. He didn't want to keep this conversation up, but at the same time was afraid of distancing himself from his raven haired crush.

"Are you sure, dude? We're super best friends, we tell each other everything!" Stan looked unhappy that his friend held information from him, especially something so important he was crying. "Does it have to do with Cartman? I swear, if that bastard ever so much as lays a finger on you, I'll-"

"No, it wasn't Cartman." Kyle cut him off.

"Kenny?"

"No."

"Craig?"

"No."

"Tweek?"

"No!"

"Token?"

"No!"

"Clyde?"

"I'm not going to keep answering you. It's my own business, I'm fine." Kyle stayed facing away from the older boy. "I have to go now. Bye."

The redhead began to run, but someone grabbed his bony wrist.

"Kyle, really. I can't bare to see you like this! You're my best friend, for fuck's sake! Don't I at least get a reason?!" Sapphire orbs burned into Kyle. He felt himself melting as Stan pulled him into a hug, letting more tears stream from his eyes.

"I've not been totally honest... See, my parents' divorce really affected me strongly. I just didn't want to seem weak I guess." It was true that Gerald and Sheila had recently separated, but Kyle couldn't care less.

"You sure that's it, bro?" Stan asked, his head resting comfortably in the crook of Kyle's neck.

"Yeah... I'm fine. I appreciate the concern." Said Kyle, doing his best to put on a fake smile. Pull yourself together, man! Stan can't know the way you feel about him! "I seriously have to go though. I'm at my mom's house this week, so curfew is extremely strict."

And with that the little redhead pulled away from his secret infatuation and began to walk back to his house, savoring the lingering feeling of Stan's breath down his bony back, and Stan's hands on his thin waist.

"Bubbalah!" Sheila called from the kitchen once Kyle got home. "Where were you? You were supposed to be back 10 minutes ago I'll have you know!"

"Mom! It's 7am, I just went for a nice morning stroll. That's good, isn't it?" Kyle honestly didn't understand why his mom was so particular about everything. He sat down at the kitchen table.

"Kyle, you know I want you to tell me before you leave! For all I know you could have been kidnapped!" Sheila complained as she placed a plate of toast and jam on Kyle's plate. The redheaded boy picked idly at his food, then stood up.

"I'm going up to my room." Said Kyle, then he walked up the stairs without looking back at his mother and adopted brother.

End of Chapter 1! DUHN DUHN DUHN!

Review! Otherwise I'll have no motivation for more chapters, and I'll have writer's block and not be able to write anymore... Then people will be angry and they'll come to my house in the middle of the night and kill me! GAH!

Heh... Tweek rant...

I'mma just stop now...