:D I've decided to write a Style! Woo!

Stan chanced a sidelong glance at the person sitting the desk next to him. His face twisted in want and sadness just a little before he turned away. Mrs. Garrison was babbling on about how awful men were and Stan's doleful expression turned into a bitter smirk. Men aren't so bad… He thought wistfully. His head turned to look at Kyle again and smiled. Stan had been in love with his best friend since the fourth grade. God he's so fucking beautiful. Whispered the voice in Stan's mind. He was admiring the soft read curls that peeked out from under Kyle's hat, the bright green eyes that had little bits of brown and gold in them that were currently staring at a chalkboard…

Then something hit him in the head. Turning around in his seat he saw a little folded piece of paper on the floor. Looking at Mrs. Garrison quickly, he picked it up and unfolded it to read under his desk.

I love you Stannie. – xoxo Wendy

Stan looked over his shoulder at his girlfriend and watched her blow a kiss. A smile formed on his lips for her sake and then he turned around, the grin turning raw. He didn't really care that Wendy loved him, she was just his cover.

I love you too, baby. -Stan

Stan had thought about writing his full name, Stanley, because he knew Wendy liked to call him that, but he didn't like it. He didn't want anyone saying his full name except for his parents and Kyle. Tossing the note behind him, he thought about how he felt when Kyle said his name. When he heard Kyle say his name it sent shivers through his body, he wanted Kyle to moan his name though. Stan needed him to gasp his name needily. He was concentrating so hard he could almost hear Kyle whispering his name, softly.

"Stan… STAN!" He felt a sharp jab in his arm from a pencil. Almost falling out of his chair from being startled he saw that Kyle had been trying to tell him something.

"What?" He hissed back.

"Wanna hang out after school?" His green eyes were so bright, Stan sighed.

"Yea, your house or mine?" Stan whispered.

"Yours." He said, then he smiled that wonderful smile that made Stan melt inside.

"Okay, but I need to tell you something really important when we get there." He had decided this morning that he was going to tell Kyle. Right after he broke up with Wendy… Stomach churning he picked up the note that had just hit him in the back of the head again.

Is something wrong? You look weird… -Wendy

Stan sighed again. Might as well do it now. He thought grimly. He scribbled his answer and turned all the way around to set it on her desk instead of throw it, making sure to look into her eyes. Her eyes were a flat blue. It wasn't even what you might call pretty, just like blue paint. Yet all the guys raved about how beautiful they were. Stan didn't get it, He thought Kyle's eyes were bet by a million times. Bright emerald with toffee, framed by thick black lashes, god just thinking about him made Stan dazed. Kyle's eyes were his best feature.

I think we should break up Wendy. I'm sorry.

Wendy didn't reply back. After reading the note she was outraged and she didn't want to say something stupid that might cost her reputation. Clenching her fists she glared at the back of Stan's head. How could he do this to me? I was the perfect girlfriend! I've always been good to him. There must be someone else… She deduced after a few moments deliberation. But what girl could he possibly like more than me?

Stan sat obliviously watching Kyle out of the corner of his eye and thinking. I wonder how he'll react? I hope he doesn't hate me, I don't know if I could take that. I would be so heartbroken… hey why hasn't Wendy replied yet? It's been almost ten minutes, class is almost …

The bell rang and everyone jumped out of their seat except for Stan. He had turned his gaze to the clock and was watching it intently. He didn't want to go to lunch with everyone and sit with Kyle and his friends and pretend that he wasn't madly in love. It was so heartbreaking to be with the most important person to you and know they only think of you as their best friend.

"Hey man, come on." Kyle said tugging on his arm.

"Mphmp hmph mmaph?" Kenny asserted.

"Nothing is wrong Kenny, I just feel a little out of it today." Stan said looking away from the ticking and getting up with a fake smile plastered on his face. Kenny could be too observant sometimes.

"Hah, he's probably worrying about his little bitchy girlfriend and how 'unsatisfied' she is." Cartman sneered.

Stan growled. He hated it when Cartman brought up his sex life with Wendy. It didn't matter that Stan was only seventeen; he and Wendy had had sex every Friday night for the past two years. And every Friday she complained that he wasn't good, that he didn't make her feel it. He couldn't help it, he just wasn't attracted to her that much. When he tried to 'make love' to her it didn't work. Probably because he didn't love her. Recently it had gotten worse, the more she came on to him the less he liked her and the more he wanted Kyle instead. When last Friday she couldn't even get him to have a boner she had a fit and had told all her friends.

"You shut up fatass! FYI I just broke up with Wendy!" Stan half-shouted.

"Y-you what?" Yelled Kyle and Cartman.

"Mphma?" Kenny said.

"Yeah really. I broke up with her…" Stan whispered, unsure.

"Hey, it's cool man. That's your decision." Kyle maintained. "Let's go get something to eat, I'm starved."

Stan followed after him and wondered if that was how he would take it when he told him later this afternoon why he had broken up with Wendy. Well here's hoping, not. His mind provided sarcastically.

Reveiws make me very happy and encourage me to write faster!

This is completely irrelevant to the story but if picture a hot Kenny it really reminds me of the song "Break Your Heart" by Taio Cruz. Just thought i'd mention that...

OH AND I WON A GIANT KENNY AT THE FAIR! XD