A/N: Hello there, reader. I'm taking a shot and publishing this here. Each chapter will talk about a day of the boys lives, in the week before the Valentines Day Dance.

Disclaimer: South Park and all its characters are owned by Comedy Central.

MONDAY, FEBRUARY 8TH

Stan was standing there just leaning against his locker and stretching his arms above his head, as he sees his best friend Kyle approaching. They both wore those same outfits since they were in third grade, Kyle's green ushanka and all, and that's something, since they were now in junior year of high school. What had changed was Kyle's auburn locks were now less afroish and better behaved, all though still unruly, and Stan's black hair was longer, bangs now reaching his eyes. Other then that, they were still the same: Kyle, skinny, green eyed and smart; Stan, athletic, blue eyed and easy-going.

Kyle and Stan have been closest friends for the longest time, since they were both toddlers. They both have other friends (most of which they share), like Kenny and Butters... but no-one could ever be as close to Stan as Kyle and vice-versa. One knows everything about the other, and that goes the other way around as well. With the passing of the years, they just really grew closer, and they couldn't possibly imagine their lives without each other.

As Kyle came closer, Stan noticed he looked somewhat disconcerted.

- Hey, Stan."

- Hey, dude. What's up?

- Meh, I just dunno who I should invite to the Valentines Day Dance.

- Why do you have to invite anyone in the first place?

- I dunno, dude... I'm 16 and - and he lowered his voice - well I haven't made out with a girl yet...

- Dude, relax, kissing is really overrated.

- That's easy for you to say! You french kissed Wendy when you were like 11!

- Yeah, well, and look how that turned out, we haven't spoken properly since seventh grade. And trust me, it's the same with other girls, it's not as good as Hollywood makes it to be. - When Kyle didn't answer, Stan continued - Just don't worry about Valentine's, Kyle, you still have me.

- Haha, shut up, fag. I'm going to get a date before Valentine's Day, Sunday, I promise you.

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Kyle was waiting for his friends at the school's driveway, thinking about what he and Stan talked earlier. Unlike Kyle, Stan had kissed his fair share of girls... eleven to be completely honest, all though, if anyone asks Stan, he just increases on that number. The only who knew the true number was Kyle.

Stan had been really honest with what he had said. From his experience, kissing girls was nothing special; there isn't just suddenly music in the background as both of their hearts unite in eternal love or any of that bullshit. It's just some really annoying girl sticking her tongue in your mouth and swirling it around until you're both fed up.

Kyle was so lost in his train of thought he didn't even notice Kenny and Butters coming up. About six months ago, Kenny and Butters had come out as a couple to everyone they knew. They decided they didn't want to live in hideout and just came completely clean. Some people's reactions weren't the best, but most of their friends accepted their choice. Kenny's parents took a while, but came to terms with their son's sexuality. Butters had already accepted that his parents didn't give a shit about him and got emancipated and moved out a year before. He told them about Kenny on a Christmas card, since they were no longer speaking. Ever since then, Kenny and Butters moved in together at Butters' loft.

- K-Kyle, are you awake? - said Butters

- Just leave him, sweetie, he's lost in his own world where he and Stan are fucking each others brains out.

- Shut uuuuup, Kenny - Kyle blushed and grinned as he said it, all though he was trying to be serious

- Ha, you don't have to blush, Kyle, it's pretty obvious to anyone that you're into one another. - Kenny added, with a wide smile

- Kenny, I'm serious - Kyle answered, but his grin widened and his cheeks got redder

- You know you want this, Kyle - Kenny said as he pulled Butters closer and gave him a full fledged french kiss, much to Butters' surprise, which was apparent in the way his cheeks flushed up with color.

- Aw, Kenny, don't be such a perv, dude... - said Stan, as he approached the group.

- Ooooh, Stan, we were just talking about you - Kenny said, as he broke off the kiss.

- Really, and I'm so hot that you two just felt like flying at each other just cause I was mentioned?

- Well, while I would never say no to you, just ask Kyle, he may give you even better feedback. - said Kenny, with a taunting look.

- Come on, guys, let's go. - said Kyle, before Stan could begin to inquire him

- Let's go to the arcade, fellas - said Butters

- Are you fucking nine, Butters? - asked Stan

- I don't think we have ever done it in nine, Stan - Kenny answered – but anyway, we're supposed to meet with Clyde and the guys there

The boys spent the remainder of the day together at the arcade, but Kyle was somewhat distant. He had been immersed in his mind, thinking all day about what Kenny said. Fact is Kenny wasn't completely off with what he said. Kyle had indeed surprised himself occasionally thinking romantically about Stan. Thinking about having his lips touch his best friend's. About embracing him and holding him tightly, feeling his body heat emanating from under his brown jacket. Sometimes about what was under that brown jacket. He even had wet dreamed of Stan on a few occasions. These fantasies had become more and more frequent in the last few months, and Kyle had convinced himself that he'd best not act up on them. "It'll pass when I finally kiss a girl." At the same time, he couldn't help but wonder if he was in denial.

"Kyle, you wanna play Street Fighter?" Stan's voice brought Kyle back to reality. "Kenny and Butters are playing Dance Dance Revolution and you know how gay that is. And the others are trying to play Guitar Hero, though they'll never be as good as us." Kyle smirked and agreed and they went to the machine.

- I wanna be Blanka this time, man, I never figured out how to play with him and I wanna learn. - said Stan, as he pulled out a quarter

- Hey, Stan, I wanna ask you something.

- What is it, dude?

- Well... - Kyle then had an idea on how to approach this subject - when you see Kenny and Butters kissing, how do you feel?

- How do I feel? - Stan was somewhat intrigued with this question - I dunno man, I kinda feel uncomfortable when they're at it like octopuses, but I guess I feel the same when it's a normal couple.

- Ah, thanks.

Kyle dreaded the fact that Stan used the word normal. "Oh come on, Kyle, what were you expecting to hear him say? I love seeing two fags try and suck each others tongues out?" Kyle thought to himself. "Why do I feel bad anyway? I'm not attracted to Stan, for fucks sake, I just feel this way cause I need a girl to snog!" For some reason, this didn't comfort him as much as he wanted.

A/N:I desperately need your feedback. This is my first attempt at fanfic writing, so I can only get better from here. This is just the first chapter, and it works as sort of a prologue, to be honest, as it's the shortest one, and there isn't much plot here. I promise it gets better on the following chapters.
I'd like to know if this whole conversation with - instead of "" is working for you. Personally, I think it gives more fluidity to the text, but maybe I'm wrong.