The redneck town of South Park was point blank strange,weird, not normal whatever way you want to put it. I mean come on what town has mutant cloned turkeys, mecha Streisand, and the antics of Eric Cartman. But something I've noticed about something about this town was everyone was incredibly good looking. For most people it came naturally but some had to work at it. *Ehem Cartman* But that's not the point, take me for example. Stan Marsh quarterback of the South Park cows. As of course everyone expects the jock to have good looks as well as playing skills. Well thanks to South Park's uncanny abilities I'm just that. Ebony shaggy hair that stopped at the bottom of my neck while my bangs swept to the right side of my face barely touching my eyelashes. Deep gray blue ocean like eyes, and the way I was built I could make any girl swoon and any guy jealous. Muscular arms, and a six-pack that most people would kill for and I'm only 6"4'. Like I said the point was I was hot,and a mind blowing fuck from what people have told me. But there was someone more beautiful than me. The person I love, and want more than anything. The person I know I can never have. Kyle Broflovski.
It's so unfair, why did a boy so beautiful have to be my best friend. I'd give anything for Kyle to just be mine. It's like I was desperate for air and Kyle was ventilation but I could never breathe. I'll explain how Kyle is the most beautiful person in South Park, and I'm not just saying that because I love him. Everyone knows it, and everyone wants Kyle's hot jew ass. He's absolute perfection, God took precious time to create such a beautiful being. I'll start off with my one of my favorite part of Kyle. His hair. No one else in the town had hair like Kyle's. It was curly and straight if that makes any sense. But he always tries to keep it short so he can hide it under that damn green hat. The thing was though he never lets anyone see his hair. But being super best friends has its benefits. It makes me feel significant that he'll let me see it. Hell, sometimes I get to run my fingers through it and I relish the feel of it. You haven't felt soft hair until you touch Kyle's. I could go on and on about his hair but I digress.
His adorable pink lips that were full and behind them were perfect white teeth that were straight. Kyle's body was lanky yet toned and while he didn't have the strongest muscles he was able to put up a fight. His eyes were absolutely gorgeous. They were the deepest green that even a world class emerald couldn't compare to. Now that I've explained to you about my Kyle you're probably thinking Stan you sound like a real fag and you need to grow some balls. Well, then shut the hell up and go kill yourself. I don't give a damn what people think. But I know Kyle would, he was always self-conscious part of the reason I haven't told him I love him. The other part of me knew the number one best friend rule is to never EVER fall in love with your best friend.
I absolutely couldn't give a rats ass about that rule. I want Kyle and I'm absolutely going to have Kyle. No one is getting in my way even if I have to lose everything in the process. I love Kyle Broflovski and he will be MINE.
Hiyah this is my first fanfiction ever! Stanny there is a little possessive and will be the whole damn story! Please negative and positive reviews are welcome. I'll have chapter 2 up as quickly as possible. Also I just want you to know there will be more stories with Stan and Kyle they're my favorite couple evarrrr!