A/N: Hey you guys! So I thought of this idea a while back and really wanted to start it! So here it goes~I don't own South Park, enjoy!
Chapter 1: Stan (the name of the chapter is who's POV it is)
We haven't been together very long. Counting on my fingers, I think it's been somewhere around month and a half. Although, the fact that we're together now makes my heart flutter and my cheeks blush. It already feels like it's been forever and I'm totally in love with him.
Right now, we're sitting in the lunchroom in our school, South Park High. His hand is holding mine and I literally feel like I'm about to burst. In a good way, of course.
This school year had started less than two weeks ago and everyone is already sick of the ninth grade. Including me.
"Damn it." I heard Craig groan from across the table. He was scrambling to finish his homework before the next period started. "I need a vacation."
"You just had two months off, dumb ass." Next to me, I heard Kyle say that and laugh right after.
Craig snarled back at him, but still chuckled. "Yeah, and now I need two more."
Until recently, the guys and I were never really friends with Craig and his gang. Though, Cartman recently stopped hanging around us. I think he was the one that drove Craig away, because now he welcomed us with open arms to hang out with them.
I heard Kyle sigh next to me and Kenny laugh on the other side of me. I sat with a wide grin as I felt Kyle squeeze my hand. I squeezed back, as he leaned over and kissed my cheek. Oh Jesus, my face is going red, I know it…
"Kyle…" I groaned, as he laughed and shrugged.
"Hey, what's it matter? Everyone knows we're a couple now anyway."
"Plus, it's adorable." Kenny smirked, trying to move his gaze off of the new table Cartman sat at. "Unlike that unsightly asshole."
Kyle and I both looked over. Kyle growled and I sighed.
"Stupid fat ass." He growled, looking away. "I can't believe he's hung out with us since we were born and now he just deserts us!"
"'Cause we're fags…" I groaned, playing with the peanut butter sandwich in front of myself. I didn't intend to eat it anyway.
Kyle sighed and threw an arm around me. "Don't say it like that."
"Yeah." Kenny's face smiled as he cooed. "You're cute little queers."
Kyle laughed. "Right back at ya, Ken."
Kenny blushed, his face turning pink. He had revealed barely a month ago that he liked guys too. To be honest, I was overjoyed. And apparently Kyle had, and I quote, "knew it all along!".
Cartman, at that time, was already on edge with his inability to tolerate homosexuals. When Kenny told us, Cartman had laughed before realizing it wasn't a joke. He then told us he wanted no part of being the only straight one in a group of queers. He'd apparently just be caught up in practice kissing and orgies.
Cartman now sits with all the girls, including his new girlfriend, Wendy. When I found out they were dating, I remember I laughing really hard. I find it extremely funny that they're going out, mostly because I could care less about it. Kyle told me he was relieved when I started to laugh.
"You shouldn't be upset about that anyway, Stan." Kyle sighed, breaking the silence between us.
Kenny chimed in. "Yeah, it's just who you are."
"I guess…" I nodded, sighing. "I just wish he was tolerant…then it wouldn't feel so weird."
"Just forget about him." Kyle sighed, before kissing my forehead. "He's not worth thinking about, the fat ass."
I don't believe Kyle when he says things like that, only because I know he misses Cartman. Anytime he looks at the fat guy he always has this sad, mournful-like look on his face. Like he just lost someone forever. And who knows, it probably is forever.
Kenny, on the other hand, doesn't seem to miss Cartman at all. He's even reverted back to calling him Eric, like all the others who either don't know him or wish they didn't know him. We've asked Kenny plenty of times if he even cares that Cartman's gone and he never seems upset about it. Though, Kenny never seems upset about anything. And he lives in a rat-infested shack with no food.
I soon heard the bell ring. The three of us stood up together and I looked to see Kenny throw his arms around both me and Kyle. The both of us laughed and smiled. I'm always happy around these two.
We all laughed together, happy as can be. Although, I made the mistake of looking back. My gaze met Cartman's. His arm was around Wendy's waist. When I looked at him I saw he was snarling at us.
I let my smile fall as I turned back around. I hate when people do that. I hate it so much, but I get it a lot. Especially when Kyle tries to unzip my fly in the middle of class to be what he calls 'romantically funny'. I call it embarrassing.
The three of us then turned into our fifth period class together, Kenny and Kyle still smiling and laughing. They seem to enjoy being out a lot more than I do. To be honest, I loathe it. It feels like everyone hates me and disapproves of my so called 'life choice'. Although, if I could've chosen who to fall in love with, it still would've been Kyle. Or maybe that's just my queer side talking.
We sat together at a table in the back of the room. Kyle grabbed my hand and we entwined our fingers. His face had a smile and the freckles on his nose seemed to shine in the florescent lighting. I was sure my face looked bitter and the only thing that shined on my face was the jewelry pierced into my eyebrow.
"What's the matter?" he asked. He must have noticed the melancholy of my face.
I only shook my head trying to avoid his attention, but of course that doesn't work with Kyle. He knows how to get me to talk.
"Oh, really?" he cooed. I looked over and snarled at his look. Oh, I see that evil little smirk on your face! Don't think I don't know what you're about to do!
He then stood and Kenny grabbed my arms before I could run.
"No!" I cried, but it was too late.
Kyle began to tickle my sides and I cringed before laughing out loud.
"S-stop!" I cried as his fingers moved fast. God damn it, I hate I when they do this!
"Why are you upset?" Kenny asked.
"If you tell us, we'll stop!" Kyle kissed my forehead as I tried to push him away.
In between my high pitched chuckles, I told them, "You already know why!"
Kyle slowed his fingers, to my relief, as he sighed and rubbed my stomach. I smirked a little, but pushed him away before he walked and sat back in his seat. He groaned and I mimicked him.
"Stan…" he sighed, grabbing my hands and kissing them.
I raised an eyebrow, but nervously lowered both back down. I know that tone…he'd upset and annoyed. Damn it, I hate when I annoy him. Really though, I hate a lot of things.
"Don't worry about Cartman and don't worry about the homophobic bastards here." His voice was so calming and full of love. It's one of the only things that makes me genuinely happy.
"Yeah, dude. It ain't like they're worth nothin' no how." Kenny's voice makes me happy, too. His sudden Southern twang is so relaxing.
I smiled at the both of them. "I know. I just hate feeling judged every time I even walk into a room."
Kyle leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Hey, you don't need anyone else, love. You've got me, and you've got Kenny."
I nodded and held his hand, before repeating myself. "I know."
It didn't take long for the teacher to go up to the front of the class. She clapped her hands loudly, basically telling us to shut our mouths and sit down.
As she began to prattle on about the Pythagorean Theorem, Kyle and I exchanged glances. He rolled his emerald colored eyes that I enjoy drooling over.
I let a smile widen my face, as I looked down at our hands. I squeezed his and he squeezed back, smiling and leaning down to kiss the top of my hand. Embarrassed, I tried pulling him away but he wouldn't let me.
I sighed, as I watched him pull out his phone. He hit the screen with his thumb a couple times before then turning it off and setting it on the table nonchalantly.
I raised a single eyebrow, confused, until I felt my own phone vibrate in my pocket. Jesus Christ…
I pulled out my phone only to see I had a new message...from Kyle. Wow, what a surprise.
Hey, cutie.
I looked up at him and squinted my eyes, before texting back. You're such a doofus.
Hey, she won't let us talk in class. This is faster than writing dumb little notes, isn't it?
I rolled my eyes and leaned my head on the hand that wasn't holding Kyle's. I turned off my phone until hearing it buzz again in my hand.
I love you, Stan.
I love you, too.
A/N:Kind of short, sorry :/ Anywho~hopefully you guys liked! Please review and follow if you did! Love you guys!
