This marks the beginning of a rewrite of this story because I felt like I rushed it. Existing chapters have a few things changed or added (the first three have basically doubled in length) and there will be more chapters added to better flesh out the story.

A minor thing about the characters, I only know three birthdays. This won't factor much into the plot of the story but the birthdays are : Butters 11th September, Stan 19th October, Cartman 30th November, Kenny 22nd March and Kyle 26th May. These have more to do with the oneshots.

Dysfunctional

Chapter 1: Stan and Kyle

"Have you renewed your prescription yet?"

Stan Marsh glanced at his Super Best Friend-turned-boyfriend who sat in the front seat of his black Volkswagen Golf and frowned, "No I haven't and I don't want to."

"Dude, you can't just not get them!" Kyle Broflovski replied, slightly louder than he had planned.

Stan huffed and made a U-turn that made Kyle nearly fly into the door before replying, "Because I don't want to rely on fucking happy pills!" Stan shouted, Kyle flinched and Stan felt immediately guilty.

They sat in silence, Kyle chewed on his lip and Stan bit his cheek, "Look, I'm sorry," Stan sighed, "I'm sorry you've had to deal with my shit for three years."

The years had done both of them well, Stan had grown to 5'11' and was the South Park High School's star quarterback. As such he had built up a lot of muscle that had girls drooling, he hadn't changed his hairstyle at all because he still preferred to wear his blue and red poofball hat over his jet black hair. That didn't change the general opinion that he was one of the most attractive members of the South Park High School male population, luckily for Kyle. What most girls seemed to like about him was his eyes, a deep blue colour. Stan was typically a sensitive person and he showed his emotions with his eyes, no one knew how to read him as well as Kyle did. Stan had a habit of being lazy when it came to school work (except Biology, where he was AP, this was the only class he and Kyle shared) and Kyle usually was the one who kicked him into gear. Whilst he wasn't an animal rights activist, Stan loved animals and volunteered at the animal shelter whenever Kyle was at an extra-curricular activity. Stan preferred to talk people down instead of resorting to violence and wore his heart on his sleeve, he had once cried before a dissection in Biology, much to the amusement of everyone else in the class minus Kyle, who had taken him to the toilet to calm him down.

Kyle was one of, if not the shortest at the school, standing at 5'4''. When he was thirteen and around the time he started his relationship with Stan, freckles had become visible on his cheeks (counting them was one of Stan's favourite pass times) and there were a very small amount of barely visible freckles on his chest. Kyle was quite skinny due to his type 1 diabetes and frequent illness, but everybody (even guys) said that he had one the nicest arses in the school or the whole town. Kyle was like Stan in that he showed all his emotions through his forest green eyes. As much as he hated his red hair and his Jew-fro, he didn't bother changing it or dealing with it because his hair was as stubborn as he was, he instead chose to hide it in his trusty lime-green ushanka. He still had his temper as fiery as his hair and he was known as being one of the best fighters in the school, he had a right hook that was infamous or famous depending on who you talked to, either way, you didn't want to be on the receiving end of it. Despite his short stature, he was the star basketball player at South Park High School and he was also incredibly smart, taking all AP classes and taking part in many after school activities.

Stan and Kyle had decided to test out a relationship when they were thirteen, three years later and they were still going strong. Not long after they got together, Stan's parents divorced and Randy moved to Denver, sending Stan into a downward spiral that culminated in depression and therapy. He didn't want to be on anti-depressants but his therapist lacked any sort of confidence to take him off them, most likely because of his alcoholism when he was ten and before the therapy.

Unlike the first time, Kyle stuck by Stan completely. He dragged him out of bed if he had to, bailed him out when he didn't do his homework because of his depression and was always there for him to vent to, even if that meant he was listening on the phone or dropping everything to go and see him. Kyle was the reason Stan took his meds semi-regularly, he used to remind Stan every day and that caused a rift in their relationship for a while. They were able to fight through it and had stayed together, even during really bad arguments.

They had told Cartman and Kenny six months after their relationship started, and they had both kept it a secret. Stan and Kyle had taken advantage of the opportunity and didn't hesitate to show affection to each other if they were around, it had initially made Cartman slightly uncomfortable but not because they were gay, it would have been the same if one of them was a girl. Kenny would just get turned on.

They had given each other their virginity on their first anniversary when they were fourteen during the summer before they started high school and naturally spent their time with less clothes on whenever possible. A week later they had come out to Butters, who had become a part of their group.

Two years into their relationship, they had decided to come out to everyone. Randy and Sharon agreed on something for the first time in two years and accepted their relationship as did Gerald, Ike and Shelly, saying that they should have expected it with how much time they spent together.

Sheila however…

She didn't take it well, she slapped Kyle around the face and this prompted him to leave home after a heated argument. He was originally going to rent a motel room but he stopped off at Stan's first to tell him what happened, Stan had made him stay at the Marsh household. Gerald came round the following morning to make sure Kyle was okay and to apologise for Sheila's actions. Sharon had allowed Kyle to move in with the Marshes and he was still staying there nearly a year later.

"Don't apologise," Kyle gave Stan a sad smile, "I can understand what you mean."

Stan pulled into the car park by the pharmacist and sighed, "Can you stay here? I know that you love me and won't judge me, but I'm still embarrassed."

Kyle nodded and kissed his cheek, "I get it, it's something you have to do."

Five minutes later and they were once again on their way home when Stan's phone buzzed from in the coin tray between the seats.

"Can you check that?"

Kyle read the text that appeared on the screen, "Keep Kyle away, the beehive is here."

"Aww Shit," Stan pinched the bridge of his nose, he turned to the ushanka-wearing Jew, "What do you want to do?"

"I would say go to Kenny's, but he's probably playing with an old man's balls," Both of them paused to shudder, "Let's just go to Stark's."

"We really need to go home and pack."

The Marshes were going to San Diego for a month for a reunion with their extended family, Kyle was going with them because Gerald wouldn't let him near Sheila and Stan wouldn't trust Kenny or Cartman with looking after him.

"I have to warn you," Stan said, his voice suddenly taking a serious tone, "A lot of my family up there are homophobic."

"We'll deal with that when we get there," Kyle said uncaringly, "You're family, they'll leave you be."

"That doesn't stop me from apologising in advance."

Stan stopped the car as he pulled over next to Stark's Pond. Kyle looked over to him.

"Did we bring the 3DSs?"

Stan shook his head, Kyle frowned and shook his head before getting out of the car and leaning against the now closed door. As soon as Stan got out as well he got into the backseat.

"Dude what are you…?" Stan had begun to ask as he got in with him, but was stopped by Kyle's lips on his, his tongue in his mouth and the zip on his jacket slowly descending in Kyle's fingers.

"Dude," Stan pulled back from the kiss, "People could see us."

Kyle chuckled, "That's part of the fun."

The pair had decided to go home two hours later after cuddling for a while under a stray blanket in the car and they could see the red beehive through the window and decided to make their way quietly up to Stan's room, which they now shared. Kyle now had Stan's jacket draped over his shoulders whilst Stan carried Kyle's over his arm.

"Hello boys."

That didn't go too well.

Sheila turned her head to see them trying to get to the stairs before they were noticed, Sharon gave Stan a 'what the fuck?' face and he shrugged in response.

"What are you doing here?" Stan glared. Kyle held a hand up to stop him continuing.

"Hello Mrs. Broflovski," He said with clearly fake cheerfulness, if Stan didn't know Kyle as well as he did, he wouldn't have caught the slight shake in his voice.

"Mrs. Broflovski?" Sheila rose an eyebrow, "Is that how you refer to your mother Stanley?"

"He doesn't," Kyle answered, "But you lost the right to call me your son when you ran me out the house."

Stan was astonished that Kyle could keep his voice so even, especially when he had his extremely short temper, the slightest thing could set him off. His astonishment faded when he saw Kyle's right hand ball into a fist.

Sheila was taken aback by Kyle's remark and her brow furrowed, "Kyle Isaiah Broflovski I raised you and you will show me some respect."

"You raised me only to let me fall when you found out I was a fag."

Stan looked over to his boyfriend, "Kyle, don't use that word. You know that I hate it."

"I wouldn't but it's the only way she'll understand."

Stan wrapped his arm around the shorter boy's waist and pulled him close. Kyle smirked, they both knew that would piss her off.

Kyle held eye contact with his mother for another minute in complete silence. He eventually gave up, turned to kiss Stan on the cheek and lead him upstairs.

"Tell Ike and Dad I said hi!" He called down the stairs.