Hey guys ^_^

First ever South Park fanfic. I hope you like it.

Style pairing.

Enjoy.

I will never let you fall
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all
Even if saving you sends me to heaven

-The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

It was raining when I woke up at 3 am. There was a knock on my window.

"Whaaa...what the hell?"

I jumped out of bed and stumbled to the window.

"Stan..I-I'm sorry to wake you up..but there's something I need to tell you," A familiar voice whispered.

Of course I knew who it was, Kyle Broflovskii. My super best friend. My safe harbor. But what was he doing here..at my window 3 A.M. on a Thursday? He knew I had football practice early. The coaches hate is if were tired. And for some reason he hates 13 year olds, so that just ruins my day.

"Kyle? What are you doing here?" I muttered as I pulled him in, out of the rain.

"Um...I couldn't sleep and well...I have something important I need to tell you,"

I sighed and got comfortable. "Go on," I said.

He bit his lip.

"Stan..I-I love-"

The door swung open and my mom ran in.

"Kyle?! What the hell are you doing here?" She yelled quietly careful not to wake up anyone else.

Kyle blushed a deep shade of red and mutter something that sounded like "I'm sorry.." and walked out the door.

I shrugged and went back to bed.

The next morning I couldn't stop think about what Kyle was going to say..'Stan I love...?' Who does he love? Wendy, my girlfriend since 4th grade? Me? Me...?! What the hell Stan? Have you lost your mind?

I tried to find Kyle the whole day at school but I guess he stayed home.

After school I went by his house to look for him.

His mom let me in and I went upstairs to talk to him. When I opened the door I was shocked. There he was, curled up in the bed, tear stains on his face.

"Ky-Kyle?! What the fuck happened?!" I yelled.

He jumped, and then turned over in his bed.

"Stan? What are you doing here? Go home," he groaned.

I bent down next to him and hugged him. His eyes got wide but I didn't give a shit. Something was wrong and he was going to tell me.

He tears soaked into my shirt. "I'm moving." he murmured ever so sadly.

I just about collapsed. I started hyperventilating and I though for sure I was going to breakdown.

"No. No, no, no, no! Kyle please don't go!" I cried.

He sat up and hugged me till my sobs stopped. "I'm so sorry Stan. I don't want to go either. My dad found a great job and he's making lots of mon-"

But I wasn't listening anymore. I was in a whole in world were knifes fell from the ceiling and stabbed you in the heart.

Kyle is my best friend. He can't leave me. Not now, not ever. I don't know what I was going to do without him.

He was my life. I know I sound like a fag but I don't care.

D;

Poor Stan. Things will get better in the next chapter. ^.^ Review.

Sorry It was so sort D; Its like a introduction.