A/N: Wow this is the first time that I've written in years. I guess inspiration just kinda came to me suddenly. But anyways, chapter one is a bit short right now since it's kinda like an introduction, but not really one. I dunno. I just hope you enjoy this. I'll try my best to finish this story since I am planning on to. Oh, and please, no flames.
Thanks,
yaminohikari (aka Kouichi_Kimura_4eva)
1.
Super Best Friends
Kyle
'Why?'
I had asked myself this question over and over again. Every fucking day it's the same question. Every time I look at him and her holding hands or kissing I would question myself 'What is it about her that's so much better than me?' I mean we're exactly the same except for the fact that she's a chick and I'm kinda...not.
Like right now. The way Wendy Testaburger is holding onto my best friend's arm and the way he is smiling back and nuzzling against her makes me wonder why I can't be the one in her place right now, holding my best friend the way she is.
I drop my gaze from them and bargain with myself what I would give to have him look at me the same way he does with Wendy. As I try to ignore his chuckling at some comment she made about yesterday's math homework that Mr. Garrison assigned, I pull out my Calculus textbook and 'pretend' to study. I doubt he even know what she's talking about. With the way he's always running to me for homework help I doubt he even knows the difference between a square root and a derivative.
He's such a fake. Doing that just to impress her. At least with me he wouldn't need to put up such a facade to impress me. At least I wished I had that problem.
"...yle? Kyle?"
I look up from my 'reading' to find a pair of familiar blue eyes gazing at me, making me stumble back and hit the wooden bus pole with a dull 'thud' sound.
"Ow. Uh...Sorry I was studying." I fumble while fixing my green ushanka.
He laughs casually. "I can see that." he mumbles as he brushes snow off of my jacket which makes my heart skip a beat. Shit, any kind of contact from him makes my heart jump as dumb as that sounds. Immediately feeling like a school girl I change the subject by clearing my throat to somehow divert his attention away from my reddened face.
"W-where's Wendy?" I question his missing arm accessory.
"She left like fifteen minutes ago, dude." Stan chuckled again with a hint of worry across his face. "Dude, what's the matter with you lately?"
I clench my textbook closer to my chest almost like some sort of security blanket. I guess in some way it is, with the way I bury myself in my studies to ignore what's really going on around me and to pretend that the only world that exists for me is school while the rest is just some kind of retarded world that I don't belong in. Or in better words, a world that I can't be in. See, my world and Stan's world are polar opposites. He's the captain of the football team in our high school, he's popular with everyone and he also has this aura around him makes everyone he meets like him immediately. Whereas with me, I'm just 'around.' Whenever Stan hangs around with me people are surprised as to why the most popular guy in our high school would hang around with such a nerd. Of course they don't say anything directly to him because who would want to risk their friendship with the Stan Marsh. And the only time that anyone ever talks to me is to get close to Stan. Despite how similar we were when we were little, we were bound to go our separate directions sooner or later.
He doesn't belong with me and I don't belong with him.
"Don't worry. I'm just stressed with the midterms that are coming up." I lie as I normally do whenever he asks me the same question. I can sense by the way he's looking at me that he doesn't buy it for a second. But as usual he sighs and gives a nod. Sorry Stan I can't tell you without risking what's left of our relationship.
"So you wanna come hang with me if you're not busy now?"
My face lights up. Whenever we hang out Wendy would always be there because Stan always asks whenever she's around. But this time, for the first time in God knows how long she isn't here!
"Goddammit Stan of course!" I practically shout making Stan flinch back a bit, resulting in him giving me a "he's outta his fucking mind" kind of look. But knowing Stan he'll just smile and shrug it off and think that there's probably some reasonable explanation for my moment of insanity.
Stan chuckles "Dude did you like get good mark back from one of your assignments or something?" he shrugs. Typical Stan.
"No. I'm just happy to be alone with you for once." I reply without thinking and immediately smack myself for saying such a thing out loud. My heart races in my chest as Stan stares at me with surprise. 'Oh no! Now you've done it Broflovski! He's gonna be all weird now!' he inner voice teases me.
Stan focuses on the snow covered pavement as he walks "Same here Kyle." He suddenly says. "I mean I like Wendy and all, but I really miss just the two of us being together." He pulls on the corner of his hat almost as if he's trying to hide his face out of embarrassment. But I'm probably just over thinking. I shouldn't get my hopes up since he probably was just trying to fix his hat because it was crooked or something.
Right?
As we enter Stan's house he suddenly goes quiet. A bit too quiet for Stan. But then he turns around and smiles at me. "Kyle. I'm going to New York University with Wendy! It's all thanks to your tutoring! I was going to tell you later but I'm too happy!" he exclaims excitedly.
Before I can even process the information I was receiving he pulls me into a hug. So that's why Stan came to me in such a panic to tutor him. So that's why he worked so hard.
All for her.
"L-let go of me..." I whimper quietly.
"Huh? Kyle, what's the-"
"I SAID GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!" I shove him off and before I knew it I am dashing down the sidewalk with tears blurring my sight. But I don't care. I don't care where I am running towards, I just wanted to be away from him. My super best friend. For once in my entire life I wanted to be AWAY from my super best friend.
There's definitely something wrong.
TBC
