A/N: Hello! This will be a story from multiple personalities (4-6 different people.) The characters do start with fairly different problems and stories which begin to intermingle, mainly revolving around Kyle and Kenny, (Stan and Cartman are equally important though.) It is a slash fiction, you have been warned.

Disclaimer: I do not own, don't claim to own South Park or any of the characters.

Chapter One

Stan's Point of View

I walked to school this morning, it's not uncommon these days, and recently I've found myself itching to escape the house as early as I can. I just can't stand the tension or the arguments anymore, I don't think my parents realise how much what they're doing affects me, in fact I don't think they really notice me at all. They're always too busy arguing, usually saying something along the lines of, "WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU LAST NIGHT RANDY?" or "YOU'RE NEVER HAPPY ARE YOU SHARREN, JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" Mom knows that dad is having an affair, we both do, the woman in question is a nurse at the family planning clinic, what she sees in dad I have no idea. I was very sad when mom and I first found out, I didn't want my parents to split up, but now I wish that it was all out in the open so we can find even a fraction of peace again. I can only guess at the reasons why she didn't leave him the moment she found out, my number one theory is that with the economy as it is she's scared to leave the financial security they both have together.

Walking to school this early means that I have a lot of time to kill before home room; I usually spend it practicing my football skills (as captain of the team I train a lot.) However today I decided to sit in the bleachers and do some reading for my Lit class, we're reading The Great Gatsby currently and I'm really enjoying it! Wendy also loves the book, but she loves just about any classic book, especially if they have meanings and messages in them. I'm so lucky to have her, she's amazingly smart and stunningly beautiful with long straight black hair, which is always silky smooth and smells like papaya due to this very expensive organic conditioner she uses. She has gorgeous brown eyes that sparkle when she gets into a rage or passion about something, which is very frequently; I've noticed that her eyes turn slightly darker when she gets really angry, if that's possible! I'm so happy to have the privilege of calling Wendy my girlfriend, we're both sixteen so we've been together for almost seven years now and I haven't regretted a single day, I've never noticed any other girls because I've already found my perfect one. I have a meal booked for us tonight at the most romantic restaurant South Park has to offer, (which isn't a very romantic one at all but at least it's not fast food!) I've been waiting for this date for ages, I know I'm not the most fun person to be around at the moment and I want to show Wendy how much I appreciate everything she is doing for me.

I look down at my watch and see that it has turned 8:00 am. I must have been daydreaming for over half an hour, that's unlike me. I decide I'm going to go inside as it's becoming very cold out here and the white clouds above suggest that it's going to snow again soon, but let's face it that's not exactly surprising. As I walk inside towards my locker to collect my books for morning lessons I notice that Wendy is leaning against it listening to her mp3 player, it's very odd that she would be in school this early, she usually uses the morning to do her chores around the house so she can study or relax later in the afternoon (which usually involves me in some capacity, whether it be that I do my homework alongside her or something else alongside her...) I make a jokey coughing sound as I walk towards her; she looks up grinning at me, showing all her glistening white teeth. "Good morning beautiful," I say.

"Morning Stanny," says the love of my life.

Wendy's Point of View

Stan looks slightly windswept this morning; his hair is all over the place, I wonder when the last time he brushed it was! I'm not complaining though, really I'm not, my boyfriend is hot. Stan has always had lots of female admirers, he's what you would consider the stereotypical 'jock' with a broad muscular build and a strong sharp defined jaw line; furthermore he has stunning blue eyes which contrast boldly with his raven black scruffy hair. I stretch up to put my hands around his neck and pull his lips close to mine, I know Stan loves it when I take control and initiate a kiss because he enjoys being affectionate much more often than me. Don't get me wrong there's nothing I love more than the time me and Stan spend together, it's just that I'm feeling suffocated at the moment, he's over at my house all the time and I hardly get any alone time. I don't know why I'm feeling like this, I never used to, I think it's because I've had a massive History project that's finally due in today (as a perfectionist I haven't been able to leave it alone, even when I knew it was finished to the best of my ability) I was up really early this morning reading it through again and again. I feel mentally drained. I'm looking forward to going home early and kicking my feet up, plus it's Tuesday which means Stan has football practice after school, I can finally have some alone time.

"How are you doing?" he asks.

"I'm fine, how are you?" I reply, I didn't want to unnecessarily worry him by telling him I was feeling tired.

"I feel all the better for seeing you babe! Are you still alright for our date tonight?"

Oh hell was that today, I completely forgot. I notice that Stan has registered the shocked expression on my face, "I'm sorry I totally forgot about it, don't you have football practice?" I say.

"I told you a couple of weeks ago that coach is away at the moment... you do want to go don't you?"

"Well I'm feeling kind of tired today; I was looking forward to having a rest."

"You weren't tired when I asked you a few moments ago," snaps Stan accusingly.

Here he goes again, I really wish he would understand what strain I'm under at the moment and just give me some time on my own! I understand that he has horrible problems at home and I feel an awful lot of compassion for him, I do, but he can't keep running away from them forever! Just then I notice that Kyle is heading over to us. "Stan we'll talk about this later," I hastily say.

"Hey dudes!" says Kyle as he approaches. I really like Kyle; he's so similar to me: he also has a quick temper and loves studying. I can always have a really interesting conversation with him and sometimes an emotional one. One day when we were alone together in the library at a little table tucked privately between two bookcases he started crying, he then proceeded to confess the fact that he was gay and had a crush on Kenny. I was sworn to secrecy and to this day I'm still the only person that knows his sexual preference.

"Hey Kyle," Stan and I both reply simultaneously.

Kyle looks at me and grins then turns to Stan and says, "I think it's time we were heading over to chemistry, its experiment day and I want to make sure we get the best equipment."

Stan turns to me bends down and gives me a half hearted kiss before walking off down the corridor with Kyle, leaving me feeling strangely rejected.