A.N: Hello everyone, The expressive panda here with a new fanfiction called "And so they collided", The other day I got a review on my Creek oneshot saying something about Stan X Kyle, and they happened to be my second favorite pairing (Creek taking first ) so I decided to write about them.
By the way, I don't mean to offend anyone with my dialogues, whether it'd be race or religion, please know I am open minded and I wouldn't really mean that, it's only for the sake of some of these guy's character.
Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1: Making New Friends
"Man, its freaking cold here" I said while riding in a car with my family.
"You'll get used to it bubby" Responded my mother almost half-heartedly, but I couldn't care less.
I´m Kyle, a smart teenage boy grumpily driving towards my new house in Colorado. I was mad, yes. My parents suddenly announced they needed to move from the deserts of Arizona all the way to Colorado for some "Job" my father, Gerald had received. It mostly sucked because I had to leave all my friends behind. Not to mention adapt to the sudden climate changes. It sure was going to take me a while to "get used to it".
The blizzard was rough at night, my parents assured me that it was normal there in South Park, but I was still unconvinced. The cold here was unbelievable; I don't know how we are going to survive. Then again, I might be exaggerating.
I was never really the pessimist type but this was a strange occasion, I was being a cynical asshole, complaining about everything on the way to our new residence - no one is going to like a Jewish family in a catholic town, we are not going to adjust to the weather, we'll be out of there in less than a month.
"Could you stop complaining?" Gerald hissed while keeping his eyes on the road. My bad attitude apparently was really ruining the family mood as well as the road trip. Not that I care.
"Sure." I finally said, while attempting to take a small nap to make this car drive a little more bearable. After a half an hour, I was abruptly woken up by my little brother Ike to tell me that we were finally there.
My un-amused eyes wandered and inspected the house we would be living in, trying to find a flaw to give my parents a reason for me to not enjoy my time here. I didn´t dislike it. Not that I could admit that though. Regardless, I needed to leave the soonest I can.
"Mom, how long are we staying?" I asked my parents before entering the house. "Forever, your father's new job is really good. I think we can have a comfortable living here."
Forever? Ugh, this couldn't get worst.
"Kyle, we still have a while before dinner, you should say hi to our next door neighbors" Said Gerald while bringing a box into our new house.
"I guess" was all I said before walking towards the lively house next door.
I'd rather get to know some friendly people from the neighborhood than stay at my new boring house, not that my other home back where I used to live was any less dull. Only way I had fun was reading or studying by myself, my 'friend' from my last school was the same, so I never bothered to find more friends.
In less than a minute I was already there, the house looked simple and was probably the same size of my new house. There was a lot of noise and it looked like the family was having fun, I wonder if they have anyone my age? But, even if they did, I wasn't a people-person. They would dislike me the moment they saw how I actually was.
The walk to the door was short, so I took a deep breath before knocking the mahogany door. Slowly but surely, I began to do so, hoping they would be nice people.
"Hello there!" said a man. He was tall and had black hair with an awfully strange mustache; he looked about 30 or so.
"Hi. My name is Kyle Broflovski, my family and I will be your neighbors from now on" I introduced myself politely while flashing a smile, which was rare of me to do since I despise smiling, but for the sake of future friendships, I did so.
"Kyle huh? My name is Randy, Randy Marsh. Come on in so you could meet my family. I have a boy about the same age as you" The man smiled while motioning me to come in. I happily obliged.
Inside I saw a lady with short auburn hair "Oh hi there! Who may you be?" said the woman. She seemed nice, probably a person who would definitely get along with my mother. Not to mention she looked young and fairly beautiful.
"Sharon, he is Kyle Broflovski, son of our new next door neighbors." Randy noted while sitting down on the couch next to a girl that looked a little older than me. Her face showed distaste, maybe she didn't like me?
"Nice to meet you, Kyle! How do you like South Park so far?" Sharon smiled.
I absolutely hate it.
"It seems comfortable" I lied, not wanting to say something offensive "But it's awfully different from where I used to live."
Well that's one way to put it…
"Oh is that so? Where was your family from?" She said while signaling me to sit down on the table with her.
"Arizona" I smiled "Have you lived in South Park all your life?" I decided to continue the conversation, which was easy considering she was eager to hear what I had to say.
"That's nice. Answering your question - yes, yes we have."
"Shelly you should say hi to Kyle over there" I heard a voice say from the living room, it was Mr. Marsh.
"Hell no Dad, I'm busy watching T.V! Don't you see?" The girl yelled while keeping her eyes glued on to the screen, watching the show intently.
Randy sighed; he didn't look very pleased of how rude Shelly was acting. I mean, if she were my daughter, I wouldn't either. She looked about 21 and she is rather immature for her age, that pissed me off more than it should.
"Don't mind Shelly, she is always like that" Sharon assured me. I tried smiling in an understanding way so she wouldn't feel bad. I actually pitied her.
"Oh! I almost forgot. You haven't met our son Stan, haven't you?" Mrs. Marsh said while getting up.
"No, I have not. Is he nice?" I said to her, trying to look as if actually cared.
"In that case…" she cleared her throat "STANLEY! COME DOWN STAIRS" Sharon yelled hoping he would hear.
"OKAY I'll GO IN A SEC" Yelled a voice. Strangely enough, I liked it. And it's the first thing I've genuinely liked after coming here.
I've interrupted my thought. That was so gay of me.
In a matter of seconds, a teenage boy ran down the stairs. He had dark black hair and a black beanie on. He was wearing a blue jacket with a black scarf and some jeans. I found him seemingly attractive.
"What did you need me for m-"the noirette stopped in his tracts."Oh, hi"
"Stanley, I want you to meet Kyle Broflovski" Sharon said.
"H-Hello there." I greeted him while I smiled faintly.
"Um, hi. Nice to meet you Kyle, I'm Stanley Marsh, please call me Stan" Stan winked before turning to his mom. "I'm leaving now; I'll be back later okay?"
"Where're you going Stanley?" Said Randy while walking towards us.
"Token Black invited me to this sick party everyone is going to. Don't wait up! Oh and bye Kyle." He waved before walking towards the main door of the Marsh residence.
"Stan, why don't you invite Kyle to go with you? Maybe he can find some friends there." Randy suggested.
"Uh, no it's fine Mr. Marsh, I don't want to be a bother" I admitted. I'm not really sociable, I'd rather read a good book than go party with people my age. Besides, I was in a terrible mood and I don't think he would like to hang out with a downer like me.
"Uh… well sure I guess. Its fine you can come if you want" Stan told me with a big grin. How could I refuse? Did he actually want me to go?
"You sure?"
"Positive. But let's get going now; we'll miss a lot of stuff." He said while pulling me. I mentally sighed, knowing this would be a long night.
"B-But what about my parents?" I panicked; I would get in trouble if I left without telling them. They would be happy to know that I actually made friends with the neighbors, but still nonetheless angry I would leave without permission.
"I'll tell them, you go on and have fun. Don't miss your curfew Stanley, also take care of Kyle" Stan's mom said sternly, saying farewell to us both. I grimaced at the fact she said take care as if I were a little child.
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And that's how I found myself walking with a total stranger.
"So Kyle, how old are you?" Stan tried brewing up a conversation, I mentally sighed because I was already uncomfortable enough.
"17, almost 18, how about you?" I said indifferently, that was pretty rude of me but I just can't seem to enjoy anything right now.
"You're younger than me, I am already 18" he smiled not really caring about my tone. Which surprised me, if he were some other guy; he probably would have punched my face. I guess Marsh is filled with surprises.
The night was chilly; it was something I wasn't used to. And since my body was somewhat weak, I already started with a cough. I wasn't wearing anything too warm maybe because I didn't have time to actually put on a thicker jacket, I thought I was coming back home as soon as I said hi.
"Kyle, you ok man?" Stan asked, mildly concerned of my wellbeing. I tend to always worry the people who are around me. And man do I hate when I do that. May it be my family, or friends- er, friend. It happens more than to my liking.
"I'm fine; it's just freezing out here." I said while I shivered slightly.
Stan was nodded. He knew I was uncomfortable, cold, and moody, almost like a girl on her period. But he tried not to say anything to offend me. But it was nice that I felt that he actually understood me.
"Did you have a lot of friends back in your old home?"
"Not really, I only had one and he wasn't even that good of a friend. I'm a loner." I told him with a forced chuckle, he looked rather confused, gazing at me with his questioning beautiful blue eyes.
"Is that so? Well, maybe you never tried to find friends. You seem like a really nice guy. I'm not flattering you or anything like that; I'm being Stan Marsh, an honest and straightforward person." The black-haired teen said with a small smile.
My face got hot, was I blushing? Before I could answer that he began "Hey look, we're here! This Token's house, a friend of mine"
"Do you have a lot of friends?" I asked, already knowing the answer. He is a friendly guy; there is no way he wouldn't have tons already. I'd be more surprised if he had only a couple.
"I have a lot of friends but few best friends; I don't open myself completely to just any friend. But I still value them."
It made me wonder… Have I ever had a best friend before? I don't recall ever being so close to a person who wasn't my family, whom I can tell all my secrets or hang out without being annoyed. The idea seems sort of impossible to me, although it being as easy as first grade math to everyone one else, did I have the wrong idea? This was the first time anyone has made me think about my concept of friendship, which I find quite fascinating.
I know for a fact that Stan is special.
"Dude, c'mere, I want you to meet my best friends and this fatass that hangs out with us" Marsh said while pulling me into the entrance of the huge white mansion.
Once I was inside, I appreciated how big and elegant the inner part of this manor was. Not only that, there were loads of people inside already enjoying the party, by my calculations… at least the whole school was there, if not, more. I was pretty amazed.
"Woah, there is a lot of people." I commented, looking at the crowds with awe. There was a high chance that Stan wouldn't hear anything I said to him while we were in the center of the whole party.
Surprisingly enough, he did. Maybe he was used to parties like these.
"You think so? I believe that there are fewer people than the last party" He said smiling, while pulling me even more inside of the maze.
I nodded while following Stan further. After a few minutes of walking and getting stopped by people who wanted to say "hi" to Stan, we finally got to what it seemed like a bedroom.
It was rather big with a plasma T.V and its own Jacuzzi, which after I had saw, didn't surprise me much. The walls were red, and on the ceiling hanged an elegant chandelier that illuminated the entire room.
We approached the 6 teenagers that were all talking and playing videogames. No one else was in there, so I could assume this room was VIP or something.
"Hey Stan, who's that behind you?" said a brunet, while pointing at me. His expression showed distaste. I frowned at that.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and began staring at me. I couldn't find the courage to look at them, instead I decided to find refugee behind Stan's back.
This was uncomfortable. People always feel the need to look at me funny as if I wasn't human. I don't look any different from a simple guy. On the surface, I really am just normal. It sucks that no one bothers to get to know me before judging. Then again, that's what I do… I never make friends with anyone because they are annoying, loud, etc. I know very well that I'm judging and if I keep doing this, I'll never have a genuine friend.
"This is Kyle, my new neighbor. I decided to bring him along so he could get some friends here" Stan chuckled while rubbing the back of his head embarrassedly. Everyone gazed at me a while before attacking me with "Hi's, hello's, and how are you's"
"Hi…" I said weakly while slightly raising my arm to wave.
One of the guys, the fattest one, stared at me. If I remember correctly, Stan said there was a 'fatass' that hung out with them, meaning that he wasn't that good of a friend or maybe not a friend at all. He came over and analyzed my body as if he were in a crime scene, keeping his thumb on his chin while humming slightly. He stopped at my face and said "Kahl, what religion are you?"
"I don't really think that matters…" I grimaced, feeling slightly offended by the offhanded question. I don't like mentioning that I'm a Jew. I've been bullied by something I don't entirely agree with in the first place, and believe me – it sucks.
"Oh but it does. Our 'Friendship' depends on it." The obese teenager said in an annoying tone that made me want to punch him. While he spelt out the word friendship, I felt no one actually enjoyed his presence. Besides, I wouldn't even want to be friends with a person who bases his friendships on religion.
"I'm a Jew, do you got a problem with that?" I spat out, almost knowing his reaction.
"Ewww! We can't be friends, that's disgusting!" The fatass said in a revolting tone. Somehow I knew this would happen, I knew this all from the beginning.
"That's great, I didn't want to be friends with an annoying turd like you anyways" I said calmly, not bothering to look him into the eye. That was enough for most of the boys to start laughing. Was it even that funny? I was surprised even Stan was amused by my answer. The boy looked at me with rage but that didn't really intimidate me.
"Wow, I already like you more than Cartman" said one of the blonde boys; he was wearing a worn out orange hoodie and ripped pants, not one of the best choice of clothing, somehow it seems he has a reason to dress like that. Regardless, he actually seemed like a nice guy.
"Cartman?"I asked while blinking my eyes a few times. By the way he said that sentence; I immediately assumed it was the retard that was talking to me moments ago.
"Oh that's right! I haven't introduced them to you, my bad" Stan said apologetically. I couldn't help but smile "its fine"
"Okay, this is Token Black, Clyde Donovan, Craig Tucker, Kenny McCormick, Tweek Tweak, and the fatass Eric Cartman" He explained while motioning the boys in their respective order.
"Big boned" Cartman corrected. I couldn't help but snicker at that.
"Nice to meet you all" I smiled. They all grinned back in response, well everyone besides the person named Craig and obviously Cartman.
The feeling was strange. Never have I ever liked being near people. Sure, there were guys like Clyde or Cartman that really didn't do it for me, but it was nonetheless enjoyable to be there. A part of me was glad I ever agreed to come with Stan in the first place.
The rest of that night was awesome. We all decided to play, eat and just have fun; we spoke about our experiences and good times we had when we were younger. They even promised me they would be my friends when we entered school the next Monday. I was genuinely happy. For the first time, I actually wanted to have more and more fun with people besides myself and my family.
And it's all thanks to Stan, if he would have acted different or maybe even refused to have brought me here. I wouldn't have known such interesting people. Well, besides Eric that is. Regardless, I was happy to know all of them. Stan has showed me that life isn't all that dull or tedious. He showed me that there is more to living than just school. And damn, do I feel grateful for that.
It was strange; I didn't ever think that someone nice and popular as Stan would ever be friends with me, Kyle Broflovski, the moody nerd that no one wanted to be around. I'd have to thank destiny for making us, two completely different individuals, collide like so. I'm sure it's going to change my life, hopefully for the good.
Maybe South Park isn't as bad as I thought it would be.
That was chapter 1 of "And so they collided", I hope you all enjoyed it, please be sure to not miss the update for chapter 2 that is coming soon. Don't forget to review, and Thank you for Reading!