Title: Wild Eyed Joker

Disclaimer: Not mine, I don't own any of it

Rating: M

Pairing: Stan/Kyle

Summary: How did Kyle get so bad? The story of his downward spiral, and the prequel to 'It's Cartman's Fault'.

A/N: This first chapter is short, and i'm sorry for that. I don't have as much time for it as I would like, and I don't know when I will be able to update but I will try my hardest for it to be soon! XD This is dedicated to digiluva, HeartlessMaiden, and love.me.or.leave.me for inspiring me and writing such great reviews to the sister story. Thanks guys!! XD

A/N 2: This deals with a relationship between two men - if you don't like, don't read.

"Mom, I don't care what you want, this is about me for once in my life and I want Stan there! He's my best friend and he's going to be there whether you like it or not!" Kyle's eyes narrowed as he spoke to his mom, his tone making clear that that was how things were going to be.

She floundered, anger and disappointment welling in her. The only times her son ever seemed to be remotely...well...normal now was when Stan was involved. It was as if her Kyle wasn't her baby boy any more and that was something Sheila found very hard to live with.

" Kyle! This is a family matter!" Kyle interrupted her

"Yes it is and Stan is my family, so fucking live with it!!" He screamed, throwing himself into Stan's arms and hiding his head in his shoulder, going off into one of his monologues that were becoming more and more common and were one of the reasons for Kyle's psychological evaluation. Stan had been the one who had come up with the idea, and gotten Kyle the appointment two weeks before - that day held the appointment with the doctor to discover the results. Sheila had been against it to begin with, she didn't want a 'mental son', but when she realised how bad it would look if she didn't support Kyle, she had become the pushy mom once more. She didn't want Stan going with them to the appointment though, that had been made more than clear.

"Doesn't understand...get's in the way...never...need" That was all Stan caught of Kyle's nonsensical rambling due to the muffling of his shoulder. He sighed slightly and ran one of his hands through Kyle's longish black hair. He'd put the hat away long ago, as had Stan, at the age of 10- they'd been too old for them.

Sheila's face darkened further, that was something else she hated, the affection between the two. Stan had figured out months before that she disliked it, but he knew that often it was the only way to get through to Kyle. He wasn't about to leave Kyle alone just because his mom didn't like it.

Two hours later Kyle, Stan and Sheila were sat in the Doctor's office, waiting for him to return with Kyle's results. The tension between the three hadn't abated, and Kyle's mom continued to glare at Stan. Rather than glaring back and starting another argument, he just tried to ignore her and focus on the boy sat next to him who was rocking forwards and backwards on his chair, muttering under his breath as he held onto Stan's hand tightly, as if it was his only lifeline. That had given Sheila more ammunition to dislike Stan -when they had entered the office, she'd wanted Kyle to come over and sit on her lap, like he was some kind of baby. That was when Stan had spoken up; he wasn't going to have his best mate treated like an infant when he was 16. He was mentally ill, not an idiot. In a lucid moment, Kyle had smiled gratefully at him, before sitting down next to him, where the lucidity slowly melted away.

When the doctor walked in, his sombre face said pretty much everything. He sat down in his chair, before taking off his glasses and looking up at the three other occupants of the room.

"Kyle's tests have shown conclusively that he does indeed have schizophrenia. The psychologist has done an evaluation and concurs with me on this." Involuntarily Stan's eyes closed just for a moment. He was no fool and had done reading, and he'd been expecting this if he was honest with himself, but to be faced with the reality was very different. He glanced sideways to see how the news had affected Kyle. A small smile graced his lips when he saw that Kyle had simply shrugged and then his attention had been diverted to Stan's hand. He seemed to be analysing it- stroking it as if it were something of utmost value to him.

After a moment, Stan risked a look at Sheila, and her expression was almost enough to make him wince. Her eyes looked wild and desperate, and she clutched at the chair arms.

"No!" she spoke eventually "My son cannot be a freaking nutcase!" I scowled at her, but I wasn't given the opportunity to do anything else because Kyle stood up and bolted from the room.