Author's notes
Hello! So, um, this is the first story I've ever gathered up the nerve to post somewhere... And I'm pretty nervous about it because I don't think my writing's all that good? But I guess it can't possibly be the worst thing ever written, so I decided to go ahead and post it, and just see what people had to say. :)
First off, this is part of a story I've been writing for a few years (not because it's that long, or even that good, I'm just a really bad procrastinator). I started reading it to my best friend as I wrote it, and she said she wanted me to finish it. So I kept writing... But eventually, at some point, I realized that I hated it. Like, really hated the direction it was going. I told my friend I was going to quit writing it, and she got pissed (understandably, I can't stand when authors do that). So I decided that rather than trash the whole thing, I could just rewrite it. And even with just the prologue rewritten, I'm already so much happier about it. I would never post the original draft anywhere, ever... But just trust me, this one is much less jumbled and awful, and even though my writing still isn't great, it's improved a lot since I first started writing this.
So, yeah, this is just the prologue. I know it's really short, but hopefully the next chapters will start getting longer. :)
And kind of as a warning, this will take me a while to write, and I hate that that's the case... But I'm kind of hoping that reviews will help me find the motivation to get off my ass and write.
Okay, pairings, warnings, etc.
Style, Kyman, and Stendy are the main pairings, but I'm pretty dead-set on fitting Bunny in here somewhere too. There'll probably be some background Creek, and a few others, too. Maybe.
I can't really think of any warnings I need to mention? I mean, other than language... but if you're old enough to be watching South Park you should be pretty desensitized to swearing by now. But if anything happens to come up that might be triggering or something, I'll mention it at the beginning of the chapter.
This should stay at a "T" rating... I'm really bad at writing sex scenes, so I try to avoid them. It's for your own good, believe me.
Anyway, for those of you that didn't skip this author's note, thank you so much for taking the time to read the whole thing! You are a diamond in the rough, really. :) And I swear the rest of my author's notes won't be this long.
If you like the prologue, your review would be much appreciated! And even if you didn't like it, maybe you could tell me what I did wrong? It would really help me improve. :)
Oh, and the story will be mostly (if not completely) in third person limited, but it'll switch points of view occasionally. It'll be pretty obvious when I switch though, and I'll try not to do it very often.
All Kyle can seem to think about is Stan. Stan with his stupid beautiful black hair and really fucking stupid deep blue eyes; with his stupid face and sunkissed skin, and especially the three goddamn cute but still dumb freckles on his face that he only has because he's always in the sun. Everything about him is stupid. And fuck him, because he's stupid, too.
Can he honestly not tell that Kyle is in love with him? Honestly? It's true that Kyle does take pride in covering his tracks well in regards to his feelings, but Stan's supposed to be the only one that he can't fool. Apparently, he was just unlucky enough to land the most oblivious and stupid person on earth as a super best friend, and true love, for lack of a better word.
Stan is also apparently just stupid enough not to notice that the smiles Kyle throws on whenever Wendy and how great she is comes up in conversation are completely fake. Couldn't be more so, in fact. They're all he can do to keep himself from crumpling up in a blubbering heap and confessing everything. But, in most cases, they only last until he can get himself alone.
Currently, Kyle is collapsed on his bed, huddled under the blankets, trying not to start crying. Kyle could possibly put up with Stan's constant talking about Wendy. He could possibly put up with seeing them together, being disgustingly lovey-dovey. He could possibly even put up with the unfortunate times when he finds himself stuck hanging out with just them, no Kenny or even Cartman to distract him. But what he can't put up with, what hurts him a lot more than Stan even seems to realize, is when Stan prioritizes Wendy over him. When he forgoes their plans (sometimes even forgetting to inform Kyle) to spend time with Wendy, instead.
He has to remind himself sometimes that Stan actually has no idea how he feels. He shouldn't treat this situation like Stan is cheating on him, because he technically isn't. But, even forgetting that for a second, they are supposed to be super best friends. Even though they stopped openly calling themselves that as soon as they left elementary school, it still applies. And, Kyle thinks, isn't it common knowledge or something that you aren't supposed to let your girlfriend get in the way of your friends? Especially your super best friend?
It's frustrating. And if Kyle had a boyfriend, or hell, even a girlfriend, they would sure as hell take a back seat to Stan. Then again, maybe that's exactly why he doesn't have one. But he thinks he'd rather have a best friend, anyway, especially if that best friend is Stan (even if he doesn't think the same way).
Kyle looks at his phone for the millionth time that night, easily remembering word-for-word what Stan's text said, atrocious spelling mistakes and all.
'nt coming ovr tonight man sry wends said she wants to see me'
He sent it exactly forty-three minutes after he was supposed to have shown up at Kyle's house. Among other things Kyle could infer from that, he realizes that Stan really made it look like texting him was an afterthought, and that as soon as Wendy came up he immediately forgot he had any plans with Kyle. This especially makes Kyle feel like an idiot, because he had realized Stan was running late, but decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. His mistake.
Not only was the whole thing insulting, but cleaning up everything he'd set up specifically to make the night fantastic was nothing short of completely depressing.
You see, as if male sleepovers in junior year weren't gay enough already, Kyle and Stan had to take it a few steps further. Kyle, ever the organization freak, always sets up a specific spot for the games to go, a specific spot for the voted upon ice cream flavor (sugar free, of course) and other snacks, and pillow pallets on the floor to sleep on. Stan is only a little less neat, but with basically the same setup.
Having to clean all of that up is pretty humiliating, somehow. It only seems to bring to light how stupid the whole thing is, and that he only really does it because Stan enjoys it (right?). And Stan didn't even show up. All of this crap was for nothing.
After having put all the food back, Kyle decided at some point to leave the ice cream in his room. It doesn't exactly help that it's Stan's favorite flavor, but whatever, Kyle will take whatever comfort he can get right now.
The thing Stan likes most about Wendy is her eyes. They're a kind of grayish-blue (that's how he would describe it), not a color you honestly see every day. They look kind of like a stormy sky.
The two of them are currently sitting on a park bench at Stark's Pond, admittedly freezing to death, but warm enough in each other's arms to be okay with it.
They're back together, Stan realizes with a sigh. She regrets cheating on him. He knows he shouldn't be okay with that, and definitely shouldn't take her back, but he just so happens to be completely head-over-heels for this girl. He can't seem to forget about her, ever. And so what if she breaks his heart occasionally? He can tell that she really loves him, too, so he'll take what he can get.
Her arms slide away after a minute, and she pulls back a couple inches so she can look at him. She appears to be thinking about something for a moment, before putting her hand gently over Stan's cheek and leaning in until their lips are touching.
She doesn't waste any time deepening the kiss until Stan becomes responsive, moving his own lips against hers and bringing his hands up to encircle her back.
Stan has always liked kissing Wendy, which only has a little to do with the strawberry chap stick she always wears. He likes everything about it: holding her, running his hands through her silky hair, feeling her soft lips molding around his. It feels almost too good; almost like something he shouldn't be lucky enough for. But by the grace of whatever God is out there, he still gets her.
She pulls back eventually, smiling at him like she's never been this happy.
"Thanks for coming, Stan," she says. He smiles back.
"Any time," he replies, pulling her in for another kiss before she can notice his smile dim just the slightest bit. He ditched Kyle to come here. He's pretty sure that makes him a bad friend, but Kyle will forgive him. He always does.
He realizes that it probably isn't fair to do things like this just because he knows he can get away with it. In fact, he knows it isn't. But Wendy is, and always has been, a huge part of his life, and for whatever reason he can't stop himself from running back to her as soon as she wants him again. He thinks it's love, though. Not just teen romance movie kind of love, but, real love. The kind of love that brings you back to the same person after years of separation.
Kyle knows how much Wendy means to Stan, so he'll be happy for him. He'll understand. And when Stan calls him tonight to beg for forgiveness, he'll be okay with it, and they can both celebrate how Stan's got the love of his life back again.