"Another Brick in the Wall"

By MaturePopcorn

Description: This fanfiction captures the relationship of Stan x Kyle (Style) starting when they were 9 and ending at 18. Each chapter will specify their ages, and give hints to other ships in the fic such as Candy. Kenny and Cartman are more prevalent in future chapters. The fic name comes from what I was listening to when inspiration struck me, as well as the fact that one day is just a brick, and a lifetime is a wall.

WARNING: It's rated M… Really though, proceed with caution! The first several chapters are all fluff, but… It WILL get smutty, trust me lmao ;)

Author's note: Ah, yaoi. The best friend of any Otaku… I couldn't find any good fanfictions about this, so I decided to write my own. It's not too different from what I normally write, seeing as how this is the anime AU where EVERYTHING is the same except the art style lol (Just Google it if you haven't already. You'll be glad you did ^_^).

Much love,

~Kisa Alvarez

Chapter 1; ages 9 and 10

Based on the online non-cannon manga, "Friendship Misanga"

"Hey, Kyle! Wait up!"

Kyle slowed down a bit to let his friend catch up, stopping on the third stair from the bottom in front of their school. "Hurry up, Stan! We're gonna miss the bus… You always were the slowest, after all," Kyle said, playfully cuffing Stan on the back of the head.

Stan, mildly indignant, retorted, "We aren't even taking the bus today, stupid. We're going to the mall, remember?"

Kyle thought for a second. Stan's 10th birthday was coming up soon, and he had promised to take him to the mall… "Was that really today? Shit, today's Friday! I could've sworn it was Thursday…" Kyle mock sighed, "All riiight… You're lucky I tolerate you so much." He gave Stan a joking half smile, eyes closed.

Stan's face lit up, his eyes glowing. "Then what the fuck are we waiting for! Let's hurry up already!" He half yelled, running off ahead. He smiled as Kyle desperately struggled to catch up from his unexpected head start. "So much for slow," he thought happily.

By the time they got to the mall, the sun was beginning to sink behind the hills around them. "God, I hate the winter sun. It's always so fucking dark," Kyle complained as they walked into the rather large, open building. Stan just smiled, happy to be out of the cold and into the bright mall, with all its bright flashy colours and enticing smells coming from various restaurants. He smiled brightly at Kyle. "Come on, let's go get some food! I want burritos!" He raced on ahead, Kyle close behind, as they made their way to a Chipotle.

They ate, talked, explored and had a generally good time with each other for the next two hours until it was time to go home. On the way out, however, they passed a small kiosk that was selling friendship bands. "Come on, Kyle! Let's stop here," Stan said with a big, happy smile plastered onto his face.

"Hello there! Today I'm selling friendship bands for just $3 a pair! We have many colours to choose from…"

Kyle and Stan were only half listening, more interested in two sitting side-by-side in the bottom center of the display case. "Look! This friendship bracelet is exactly the same colour as your hat, Stan!" Stan smiled wide. "The other one's the same colour as yours, Kyle!"

"They're cool, they're right next to each other… We should buy them! They're cheap too."

The clerk took this his cue to really sell the idea to the two boys, adding, "If you'd like, I'll add some letters to them for free~!"

Stan and Kyle looked at each other with happiness. "We can get SBF on them for Super Best Friend!" Kyle added cheerfully.

After paying and walking outside, the two giddy boys couldn't pull them out of the bag fast enough. "Alright! Let's put them on!" Stan exclaimed.

"Matching friendship bracelets…! Which arm should I put it on…?"

Stan suddenly stopped, a sudden look of realisation washing over him. "Stop, this is gay," he said, straight-faced, while Kyle couldn't help but release a trapped, "W-wha-?!"

Stan continued, becoming more animated and upset. "Aaaah, why didn't I notice sooner?! Matching bracelets is utterly fucking gay!" He put his hands above his head as desperation overcame him. "Friendship bracelets! That's the sort of thing that loving couples do together! I want to die!"

Kyle held back a sigh as he watched, somewhat disappointed, at his friend freaked out. "What's wrong with friendship bracelets…? It's not like we're getting engaged…" he said, but secretly he thought, "What a pain in the ass…"

Kyle sighed out loud this time as he took a step towards Stan. "Shit, I guess if it bothers you that much, you might be right. I really wanted to buy it for us, but thinking about it… Two guys wearing matching stuff is pretty gay. There's not much point keeping it, so you can have it.

"Anyway, I gotta go home. Catch you later, Stan!" Kyle turned and started walking home, leaving Stan to stutter, "Ah… W-wait… A se-…"

When Kyle was completely gone, Stan sighed. "Why am I such an idiot…?"

Now home, Kyle sighed deeply and flopped on his bed, turning out the light (Don't sleep in your street clothes!). He lay there for a few seconds, then a minute, then two minutes, thinking about today. He thought about the bracelets, and sighed again. "Why does he have to make everything so difficult…? They're just friendship bracelets… They aren't gay…! Even if I do love him… He doesn't know that! So why should he even care…?" He stopped, blinking against the dark. "I'm going is circles… Thinking like this gets me nowhere. I may as well go to bed; hopefully everything will be better in the morning."

The next day…

"Heeey, Kyle!"

Kyle turned from his locker to find Stan walking towards him, looking somewhat down.

"Stan?"

"Sorry about yesterday… That was my bad. Getting all worked up about something small like that was pretty uncool."

Kyle, eager to patch things up with his friend, quickly responded, "It's fine, man. I'm not mad or anything."

"O-okay."

A semi-awkward silence fell over the two friends for a few long moments, before Kyle broke through it. "Hey, Stan… I was thinking about it, and… What if we just put the bracelets on our ankles?"

Stan looked at Kyle, confused. "On our ankles?"

"Yeah… I mean, you said people would think we were a couple or something if they were on our wrists, right? If we put them on our ankles, nobody will notice them."

"You're right!" Stan thought for a moment while Kyle patiently waited with an eager smile on his face. Stan said, "Hey! Let's put them on now, then! The friendship bracelets!"

Kyle's eyes grew wide. "Huh? N-now…?"

Stan ducked his head around the corner of the hall, making sure no one was there. "Kyle! Over here!"

"W-wait up, Stan!"

Stan leaned against the wall next to Kyle. "See anyone else around?"

"Nope," Kyle responded, half-nervous.

Stan grinned happily. "Wearing these bracelets will be our secret, Kyle!"

"Yep! Pretty cool, huh?"

"Here, give me your foot, I'll put it on for you."

Kyle took off his right boot, and put his foot down in front of Stan, smiling.

"Done!" Stan exclaimed a few moments later, and Kyle then put Stan's on for him.

"It's proof of our friendship!"

Stan nodded happily, adding, "And that we've made up after fighting!"

They went about their daily activities happily for the rest of the day; even school didn't seem so bad anymore.

The next day…

Kyle happily walked to school, practically skipping, his hat flaps bobbing up and down as he went. He made it all the way to the stairs without any interruption until…

"Hey, Jew! You're lookin' happy with yourself, ain't you?" Eric Cartman interrupted Kyle's happy thought process right outside the main doors.

"Fuck off! Go somewhere else, you fat cunt!"

"What, did I interrupt you when you were thinking about money or something? You greedy Jew!"

Kyle growled under his breath and sighed. While Cartman was their friend… He was kind of an asshole most of the time. Kyle went to walk past him when he saw Stan peeking around the corner of the school building. "Huh? Stan…?"

"Kyle! Kyle, over here!" Stan whispered, impatiently beckoning with his hand for his friend to come over to him. Kyle went up to him, wondering what could be so important. "What is it, Stan?"

Stan stood with a somewhat untrustworthy glare at Kyle. "…What did you do with it…?"

Kyle stood there for a second, confused. "'It'?"

Stan snapped back, "IT! What else would I be talking about?!" He grabbed Kyle's shoulders and slightly shook him as he continued in a louder voice, "The proof of our friendship!"

Kyle realised what Stan was talking about. "Ah… The friendship bracelet… What about it?"

"I'm asking if you're wearing it like you should be," Stan spat back, less than half a meter from Kyle's face.

"HUH?"

"ARE YOU WEARING IT?!"

"I am! I'm wearing it!"

At this, Stan calmed a bit and took a step back, a tired smile on his face. "Oh, that's okay then. Sorry, Kyle. Catch you later." He then continued off towards the school building as the bell rang three times, signaling the start of school.

Kyle just stood there for a moment, wondering what had just happened. "Uhm… Ah… Okay…?"

The rest of the day was filled with similar moments and boughts of awkwardness between the two friends. Like in English class, when Stan passed a note asking, "We're best friends, right?" Or when Kyle was literally peeing at a urinal and Stan came up behind him, asking, "You haven't taken your bracelet off, right?" The gym, the library, the lunchroom… Until, as Kyle finally walked in off campus and back to his house, he let out a pent-up scream of frustration that went something like, "AAAAAH GOD DAMITTTT WHAT THE FUUUUCK!"

As he flopped onto bed (Wearing pajamas this time, but still in his hat), he thought about how crazy the day had been. "Haah… I'm exhausted… Stan's been acting weird, too. This sucks.

"Hopefully he'll forget about it by tomorrow," He thought as he turned out the light and went to bed.

…Or tried to.

It wasn't 2 hours later when a lone figure climbed a ladder and slipped into Kyle's second story bedroom. The figure went to Kyle's bed and pulled back the covers, grabbed Kyle's leg, and shook him awake. Breathing heavily, the shadowed figure spoke hastily yet quietly. "Hey, Kyle… You haven't taken off… The proof of our friendship, right…?"

"FUAH?! UWAAAAAWHATTHEFUUUCK!" (Or something like that…)

Flipping on the light, Kyle breathlessly said, "…Stan?! What are you doing? How'd you even get here…?"

Stan's response came quickly, as if afraid of being interrupted. "I was just worried… That the thing that binds us together would be gone…" He grabbed Kyle's right leg and pulled back the pajama pant leg to find the bracelet. "Thank God… It's still here… The proof of our friendship…"

Kyle sat, dumbfounded. "W-wha…?" Until then, it hit him like a train. "S-so you have to keep checking that I'm still wearing it? Don't you trust me at all?!" He lept off his bed and grabbed a pair of scissors in his desk drawer. "Is our friendship nothing more than a pair of matching bracelets?! You've been acting like a shithead ever since I put this thing on! I'm cutting it off right now; you can just sit there and watch!"

Stan began to panic. "Stop it Kyle! Don't move!"

But Kyle had already made up his mind and ran the scissor blades in-between his leg and the bracelet and cut, breaking it into two pieces.

Stan stood there, shocked and beginning to have a panic attack. "A-aah… H-how could you…!"

"Stan… I did it because we're best friends."

But Stan wasn't listening anymore. "Uwaaaaah! Now we're not SBF's anymore! We've lost our SBF statu-"

"Listen to me!"

Stan sat on Kyles bed, looking up to avoid Kyle's gaze with a single tear in his eye. "Kyle… Kiss me."

"What the fuck?!"

"If you really like me and consider me your best friend, you should be able to kiss me, right?!" Stan was practically shouting, with tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

Kyle just looked at Stan, trying to deny the obvious, trying to get out of it somehow to avoid any awkwardness… Secretly, he really wanted to kiss Stan, but he didn't want his secret getting out just yet. "W-wha… Did you hit your head or something?"

Stan didn't say anything, but stood there and sniffled quietly. Kyle sighed, accepting his fate. He sat down on the bed and leaned over towards Stan, closing his eyes like Stan, and pressed his lips softly against Stan's. They stayed like this for several seconds, until Kyle broke away, asking softly, "Is that better?"

Stan quietly sat, looking down for a few seconds, before saying, "There wasn't enough love in it…"

Kyle, at a loss for words, just glared at Stan, mouth hanging open in disbelief. Then, "Y'now, Stan, I have no idea what you're talking about. What kind of 'love' do you want? What is it you want me to do? If you're gonna be so picky, just show me already!"

After a moment of silence and not moving, he added, "This is totally unfair," with a deep blush forming across his face, before closing his eyes to let Stan make the next move.

"The kiss that I want…" Stan thought, looking at Kyle with thoughtful eyes. "What do I want?" He grabbed Kyle's shoulders softly and blushed. He leaned in, thinking the whole time, "Do I want Kyle to love me…?"

The two boys embraced; their lips pressed against each others for a moment before they opened slightly and began making out, their tongues sliding around each others'.

"Love…? Do I want Kyle to think about me more than anything else…?"

The two boys pulled apart, making no sound save a small "Haah…" from Kyle.

"Does that mean that I've been thinking about him enough…?"

Kyle broke the silence then. "That's what you meant by a kiss with love in it…? It just made it hard to breathe…" he said, with a deep tomato-coloured blush across his face.

"S-sorry… But, um, Kyle… Why did you go along with what I asked for just then?"

Kyle looked at Stan with a straight, almost emotionless face, save a lingering look of love in his eyes. "Because I love you, Stan. Duh."

Stan blushed harder than he knew possible and fell into Kyle's pajama covered chest, crying a few tears. "I'm sorry, Kyle! I-I've been really stupid…!"

Kyle smiled tiredly. "Stan… It's good to see you back to normal."

"Kyle…! I'll think about your feelings from now on! I'm so embarrassed, I was only thinking about myself… I'm sorry for acting weird all day, and for making a fuss in the middle of the night… I'll go back home now."

He turned to leave, but was stopped by Kyle's voice. "W-wait…! You… Do you wanna spend the night here?"

Stan smiled ecstatically at Kyle. "Y-yeah! But I didn't bring a sleeping bag or anything."

Kyle smiled, with his eyes half closed in amazement at Stan's denseness. "M-my bed's big enough for both of us… You've slept in it before…"

Stan blinked, his blush coming back. "O-oh. Okay." He smiled, took off his shoes and got under the covers after Kyle. Once Kyle turned off the light and turned towards the wall, Stan put his arms around Kyle, cuddling closer to him. "Does this mean we're boyfriends now?"

Kyle sighed heavily. "You really are dense, huh stupid? Of course we are."

Stan smiled and buried his face into Kyle's hat, saying one last, "I love you, goodnight," before falling into the darkness of sleep.

WOAH.

That's a lot of words. Also, I listened to a lot of music while writing this, and… I'm tired. Anyway, enjoy, and look forward to chapter two (Whenever that happens…) ^_^

Tous Les Mêmes,

~Kisa Alvarez~