This is my first fanfiction, so I hope you all enjoy! And don't discriminate me!
Date Started: October 7, 2004 Disclaimer: I don't own South Park. If I did, I'd be the happiest girl in the world! But I do own the plot. So no stealing plot idea! It's mine!

"What...?" Stan couldn't believe it... his girlfriend was dumping him for Token. "What...?" was all he could say, even though Bebe was long from gone and the other boys were laughing at him. Well, except Kyle.

"But, Wendy... I love you! Don't leave me for that bastard Token! Wendy!"

"Wendy!"

"Stanley!"

Stan was immediately awoken from his reaccurring nightmare. He was having it waaay too often now. I thought I was over this... I guess not. Stan though sadly, before turning his attention to Mr. Garrison. The balding teacher simply shook his head, but judging from all the kids laughing... Stan realized he had been talking in his sleep again. Now Wendy and Token looked pissed, making Stan feel even worse than he had 15 seconds ago. To make it even worse, Mr. Garrison began picking on him.

"Alright little lovebird," Mr. Garrison was addressing Stan, "Come up to the board and finish this problem."

He had no choice, Stan left the safety of his seat to face the class and have paper balls hit him. Looking up at the board Stan attempted to complete the problem. But it didn't make sense. Or maybe he was just getting stupid. I wonder how long I've been up here? he thought, as he was still thinking about the problem.

"Mr. Garrison, this problem can't be solved." Stan finally spoke up.

Mr. Garrison rolled his eyes, "Now our little lovebird is a smartypants. Every problem can be solved." Kyle raised his hand as Mr. Garrison stood up, "Yes Kyle?"

"Mr. Garrison, Stan's right. It says so right here in our math books that there are only two ways to figure out these kinds of problems. The associative property and the commu-"

"Kyle, stop being a know-it-all Jew!" Cartman yelled from behind him.

Kyle turned to face him, "Just shut up, fat boy!"

"Ay! Don't call me fat you son-of-a-biotch Jewish kike!" he shouted.

"Don't belittle my people you fucking fatass!"

Mr. Garrison broke it up, "Alright you two, settle down or it's the principle's office for you. Okay now Stanley, the problem goes like-"

The school bell rang indicating that class was over. Stan raced out of the room, not even bothering to pick up his backpack and books. He just needed to get the hell out of here. Far far away from everyone! he thought as he sprinted down the halls and out the door.

"Why would Stan just leave his books and stuff behind?" Kyle asked no one in particular, he was holding Stan's stuff, "It's not like him to be so careless."

Cartman scoffed at the boy in the green hat, "C'mon Kyle, we both know that Stan's a whiny little hippie pussy. He was just embarressed to be sen in the same room as his boyfriend. Because you're Jewish Kyle!"

"Goddammit Cartman! What does that have to do with anything?! Besides, he's not a hippie since he broke up with Wendy The Bitch."

"He's still a pussy." Cartman laughed. Kenny joined in too, "Yeah!" His voice was muffled by his hood, but both boys could understand him.

Kyle shook his head, "I'll just drop this off with Stan. See you later Kenny."

"Bye Kyle!" he waved back as he continued on his way, leaving Cartman standing there dumbfounded, "Ay! What about me!"

"See you too, fatass!" Kyle replied, ringing Stan's doorbell.

Cartman scowled and shuffled away from Kyle, who turned back to face the door as it opened. It was Stan's mom, who looked relieved to see Kyle with Stan's books.

"Hello Mrs. Marsh," Kyle greeted pleasantly, "Is Stan here?"

She nodded, "Yes he is Kyle. He went up to his room. I'm sure he'll be glad to see you. Oh, and thank you for bringing his books home."

"No problem. Thank you Mrs. Marsh." Kyle told her as he headed for Stan's room.

...What is wrong with me? Why am I thinking about her more and more? Why can't I just move on and be a normal, happy kid? I'm constantly being made fun of more and more, too. I mean, I'm the whiny kid who's girlfriend dumped him for Token. I'm the kid who barfs on the girls he likes. I'm the fucked up kid who fucked up his relationship with Wendy!

Stan sighed, his face pressed into a pillow. He was trying to surpress his tears since boys aren't supposed to cry or anything. That just makes look weak and they automatically become a pussy. Suddenly, Stan thought of the time nearly became one, literally! He had a small laugh out of that one. All for some little baby cows... well, he had to admit that they were cute. Wait, if the guys heard him say he thought some baby cows were cute, they'd never stop laughing! Like in class today. Oh god, here come the bad feelings again. Stan thought sadly, bringing his face up from the pillow.

"Knock knock."

Kyle. Stan sighed and got off his bed. He walked over to his door and unlocked it, opening it to reaveal his best friend standing there with his books. He handed them to Stan, who took them and gave him a small smile of thanks then set them on his desk. Kyle followed him.

"What's up, dude?" he asked, concerned for his behavior earlier in school.

Stan shook his head, now seated on his bed, "Nothing Kyle, I'm fine. Perfectly fine."

"Stan, I'm your best friend." Kyle stated, "I know when something's bothering you and I want to help you. You can tell me anything, I swear!"

He scowled, "No Kyle. You wouldn't understand! Besides I'm fine okay?! I'm fine! I'm over Wendy! I'm over it! Stop accusing me for something that I don't even feel! I'm fine!"

Kyle looked down, feeling hurt from Stan's words although they weren't directed at him. He was hurt because his best friend didn't trust him with his feelings or how he was coping with something that had such a strong impact on him. Stan was trying to calm down, trying to apologize, but all that came out was more hurt.

"Just leave me and my fucked up self alone Kyle. I don't deserve you as a best friend, or even a normal friend. Just like I don't deserve Wendy..."

"Stan now you shut up!" Kyle shouted, "Stop saying these things! Ever since you and Wendy broke up you've just been feeling sorry for yourself and not appreciating anything! All you feel is guilt and remorse when you didn't do anything! Okay?!"

Stan gulped, "Okay..." it was meek and hollow.

The two boys sat in silence for a while, Stan staring down at his hands and Kyle staring at him. Finally, after what seemed hours, Stan smirked and looked up.

"It was funny when you and Cartman got in that fight." he laughed lightly.

Kyle chuckled, "It wasn't that funny, but fatass got what he deserved."

"Lets go blow up Jennifer Lopez and Brittany Spears using firecrackers and my sister's Barbies!" Stan grinned, jumping up from his bed, "And my race cars!"

"Yeah!" Kyle joined in, relieved that Stan was back to normal.

Both boys grabbed what was needed for one of their favorite games, then raced outside where it would be safe to light the firecrackers. As they prepared the death of Jennifer Lopez, they were blissfully unaware of the shadow watching them, glaring at them. Then turning away angrily and leaving them to their games.

Okay... a little sappy in the beginning... I'll admit that. Oh and for you people with sick minds (just kidding mind you) this is not, I reapeat, NOT slash. Kyle is just concerned for his best friend. Well, it may get a little more sappy with some Stan and Kyle moments... but hugging is all it will extent to! Stan and Kyle are not gay.

Well, please rate and review! If it gets good reviews, I'll start up the second chapter! I open to constructive criticism, so say whatever's on your mind. Unless it's really mean and makes me cry... heh, just kidding.