-REALLY old story, just to let you know. My first SP fic, actually. But I wrote it before I actually SAW South Park, so that's where Britt and Lucky Seven came from. Besides, who would want to take their date to City Wok? Yeah. I didn't think so.

But yeah, so try to enjoy my super repetitive, contradictory, unrealistic crap. For some reason this fic depresses me so much. Dunno why, I write tons of stories like this. But whatever.

And seriously, I hate when people put put OCs in fanfiction, so I kind of a lot super hate this story. So.-

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Flaming red hair flowing out from underneath a tall green hat. Under that are his eyes, strikingly green, and under those is a small frown. This frown tugs at the corners of his mouth, refusing to let him smile. This alone gives him the appearance of depression. It keeps people away, keeps all from coming near.

Except for the boy next to him.

A blue hat covers unkempt dark hair that falls in his eyes. He, at least, looks in a good mood. Unlike the redhead next to him.

"Cheer up, Kyle," he banters, shoving the boy next to him playfully. This fails to lighten his mood. It makes his frown more visible. He opens his mouth.

"Just because you're excited, I don't have to be," he mumbles, barely audible. It's almost painful for him to talk, and he doesn't plan on saying much more. The dark-haired boy's grin fades and is replaced by a look of concern.

"What's wrong, Kyle? I thought you were excited."

The redhead fixes his gaze elsewhere. "Well I'm not."

"Oh." With that, the boy falls silent, his mood dropping. Kyle feels a pang of guilt and turns back to him.

"Look, I'm sorry, Stan. I just-"

"Don't want to meet my girlfriend?" Stan finishes for him, slight anger creeping into his voice. Kyle winces at the last word and quickly shakes his head.

"No, no! Of course I want to meet your girlfriend," he lies.

"Well you sure don't seem like it," Stan grumbles. Kyle, desperate to keep Stan from getting angry, forces a bright, happy smile.

"Well I do." This seems to get Stan. He relaxes, returning the smile.

"Thanks."

Kyle nods, allowing his smile to fade slightly, trying to seem like he's now in a better mood.

Inside him, the depression festers.

Stan met his girlfriend on the internet. They've been talking for half a year, and now she's coming down to stay for a month. Since they met, Stan has been- well, not exactly ignoring Kyle, but he's seemed to have less time for his best friend. It's always, "Hang on, Britt's calling," or, "Sorry, Britt and I are IMing tonight." Nearly every night Kyle spends watching late night movies alone or going out alone. Each time has added just a little more to his resentment for "Britt." Now that she's coming down, he feels that Stan will have no time for him at all.

Cold, isn't it?" Stan remarks.

"Huh?" Kyle is jolted out of his thoughts.

"It's just... cold." Stan shivers and pulls his jacket tighter around himself.

"Oh... yeah." Just like how I feel.

Kyle looks up at the gray sky that promises more snow. It's the last thing they need, he thinks. They've already got four inches of snow. Suddenly Stan stops. Kyle looks at him.

"There's the movie theater..." He points. That's where they're supposed to meet Britt. Kyle's heart sinks.

"Looks like we're early," he comments, trying to keep his voice steady and under control. Stan turns to him, grinning, and Kyle forces a fake smile, trying his best to look happy for his friend. They walk over to the large building. The plan is that once Britt arrives, they'll all see a movie together, then go out for dinner. Kyle has agreed to go, but only to make Stan happy. Besides, it's probably the last he'll see of him for a month.

Just as they reach the theater, a taxi pulls up next to them. A blond girl jumps out, waving excitedly.

"Stan!" she yells, running over.

"Britt!" Stan exclaims, hugging her tightly as she jumps into his arms. Kyle smiles at Stan, trying to look happy for him.

Inside, his heart is breaking.

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"That was a good movie," Britt smiles, her gaze directed toward Stan. He beams back at her and agrees.

Kyle shuffles along beside Stan, head hanging, shoulders drooping. He is the epitome of depression. Stan and Britt don't seem to be noticing.

After Britt had been introduced to Kyle they had decided on what movie to see. Seeing them so happy together makes Kyle's stomach twist in pain and he's considered going home, but then he's thought of the whole month Britt is going to be staying, and, Britt or no Britt, this is the last time he'll be seeing Stan. So he's just decided to make the most of it and stick around.

The whole time Stan and Britt have been laughing together and making loving faces at each other, and it's been making Kyle feel worse. He can't tell them to stop, though because what would be the point in that? It would just bring down the mood and maybe even make Stan mad at him. He couldn't bear that.

So he just keeps quiet, keeps his private rain cloud to himself. That seems fine to Stan and Britt.

"So where do you want to go for dinner?" Stan asks Britt. She smiles and looks down.

"I don't know, what kind of places do you have down here?"

Stan begins naming off restaurants. Kyle stares at the ground in front of him and kicks angrily at the snow. Britt is really starting to tick him off. Sure, she's really nice, he can see why Stan likes her so much. But for some unknown reason he resents her. Probably because she takes up so much of Stan's time. And now that she's actually down here, Stan will have no free time whatsoever.

"I've always liked Chinese," Britts says, smiling shyly. Stan beams.

"I know this great place called Lucky Seven. You'll like it, trust me."

Britt giggles. "Okay."

Stan turns to Kyle. "Sound okay to you?"

"Hmm- what?" Kyle lifts his head and turns his eyes to focus on Stan's face. He stares blankly at him as he repeats the situation.

"Yeah. Okay. Sounds good." Stan gives him a strange look before turning back to Britt- of course.

"Alright, then. Lucky Seven it is." Britt giggles again and wraps her arms around Stan's right arm, leaning her head into his shoulder. Kyle lowers his head and resumes staring at the snow-covered sidewalk before him. He trudges dolefully beside his best friend, wishing he could be anywhere but here. Stan notices.

"Hey, man. Kyle, you okay?"

"Yeah, you don't look too good," Britt agrees. Kyle gives in.

"Yeah, I'm not feeling great. Must be what I ate for lunch."

"You want to go home?" Stan looks... well, not exactly skeptical, but pretty close. Kyle winces and nods.

"Yeah, I think that would be best."

"Well... You want us to walk you home?"

"...No." Kyle turns to leave, painfully aware of the fact that he's probably leaving Stan for a month.

"...Are you sure?" Kyle stops and turns his head back slightly.

"Yeah. I'll... see you later." Probably not.

"See ya."

"Bye, it was nice to meet you," Britt calls after him. "Hope you feel better!"

She really is a nice girl. Stan's lucky. Kyle's not.

It feels like he and Stan have gotten farther apart, somehow. Because of Britt. He resents her for that. Wishes she doesn't exist. So that he could spend every second of the day with Stan. So that they can be together. Like they used to.

Stan and Kyle can have sleep overs practically every night, like they used to. They can spend the whole next day sleeping, like they used to. They can go to the park together, or the forest, or even just Stan's house, like they used to.

Britt has gotten in the way of Stan and Kyle's friendship, and it's breaking Kyle down slowly, surely, utterly and completely.

He wants to cry.