A/N: Okay, so this is my first fanfiction, please no flames. Reviews would be nice. Tell me stuff I need to improve on, or if anyone was out of character, kay? Thanks!

Summary: You know the drill, Kyle is in love with Stan, but Stan doesn't reciprocate those feelings. Or so he theinks... Multichap, there will be more to come

Disclaimer: I don't own South Park. Does anyone on Fanfiction? Don't think so heheheh :3

Before He Wakes : Chapter One : Coming To Terms

I used to think my attraction to him was normal. That everyone could feel this way towards their best friend. The attraction started when I was twelve.

~-~-~ Flashback~-~-~

We were just hanging out in Stan's room, after a long day of sixth grade. I had just got dumped by my girlfriend of three months, Bebe Stevens. She confessed she had been cheating one me with one of my close friends, Eric Cartman. He claimed that " I was a dirty Jew and had what was coming to me". I was shattered. Sobbing into Stan's back, I cried, " How could she do this to me? I loved her so much, dude, and it all went to waste!"

"It's all going to be okay, Ky. She didn't deserve you anyways."

"Thanks, Stan. I don't know what I would do without you." I wiped my eyes and my nose, and sat up, finally releasing Stan from my death grip. He sighed with relief. Nothing else eventful happened for the rest of the night. We watched a couple of scary movies, then went to bed. For some reason I felt kind of awkward when it was time to get into bed with Stan. I had a new respect for him, he was my savior. He had always pulled me through hard times, I guess I just now realised how much he meant to me. "So you're sure you'll be okay, dude?", he questioned me.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," I blushed from this attention. Wait- why did I blush? Stan was like this towards me all the time. I shook my head, hoping Stan didn't see my redness. I got in bed and pulled the covers up towards my torso. "Night Stan," I confirmed that I was tired as shit.

"Night," Yet, I could't fall asleep. All I could think about what Stan. I turned over to him to study his sleeping features. He was very attractive, no one could deny that. His soft black hair swept across his light, but intense, blue eyes in a way that would make any girl swoon. He was very defined and toned from all of those years of different sports. He had a Crest white smile, perfect teeth, and he wasn't afraid to flaunt them wherever he went. His style was great, he wore skinny jeans that clung to him in all of the right places and button-up shirts, sometimes tees. He also has a nice personality. He's very friendly to everyone he meets, and can joke around with just about anyone. I could list a bunch more things about Stan. But why was I listing them? I mean, I couldn't have more-than-friendly feelings for my Super Best Friend, right? But the more I thought about him, the more my heart felt it was right. It was like loving him was easy.

~-~-~End Flashback~-~-~

So that's basically what happened and what my thought process was. Four years later, and that's where I am now, still yearning for my best friend. I got up from my bed. High school time again. I put on some clean clothes for the day, grabbed some toast on my way out, and headed to the bus stop. Finishing my toast quickly before the others arrived. I saw two figures of orange and brown. Kenny and Stan. Currently, Kenny was the only one who new about my man-crush on Stan. That sneaky bastard caught me staring at him one too many times during class and called me out on it. "Hey guys," I greeted when they got close enough.

"Hey Kyle," Kenny smiled.

"Hi dude," Stan said, but it seemed he was thinking about other things. "Say, Kyle, it's your birthday soon right?" Yes, it was,"So like, were you wanting anything special?"

Yeah, Stan, you. But instead I reply, "Not really. Nothing specific, I guess."

"Oh, well I'll come up with something great," he smiled gently at me. He always had that power. To make my day better with just one smile. I loved that about him. Who am I kidding, I love everything about him!

"I bet you will Stan. You always do," I grinned back at him.

"Ahem, if you fags would be so kind as to stop your gay moment long enough to recognize my presence, that would be nice," Cartman sneered while he approached us.

"Oh joy, the local fat ass has arrived," I replied sarcastically right back at him.

"Well at least I'm not a Jew," he says calmly.

"Okay guys, the fighting is getting old. Can't you resolve your differences for once?" Kenny tries to reason with us.

"NO!" Cartman and I answer at the same time. That was creepy.

"Okay then. Stay enemies. Being friends without fighting for once would be much easier though," Kenny sighs in disappointment. The bus pulls up then, and we get on. Cartman sits next to Butters, and I can't help feeling sorry for the blond. He was Cartman's little slave, he always did what he told him to do. I mean, it's not like I didn't do that at one time, but we were nine. So I don't really think that counts. I go to the back to claim my spot next to Stan, like always. I looked down at my Converse.

"So Kyle, are you positive that you don't want anything special for your birthday? You're my best friend, dude, I'll get you anything," he says. At that moment I really wanted to tell him about my feelings. But not on the bus. Not with all these people who could hear anything. If I got rejected, I would most likely cry.

"Yep, I'm sure," I reply. The bus stops and here we are, at South Park High. I used to hate this school with a passion, but now I've come to love it. I grew up in this town, and it would always be a part of me, so I might as well embrace it. We got off of the bus, a long day of school ahead of us. I would tell Stan the truth after school, even if it meant losing him.

To Be Continued!

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