This is my first upload, so, please, don't be a total douche in the reviews and only point out things I did wrong without offering any sort of advice as to how I could do better.
Also, this is boy-on-boy stuff. It's Stan Marsh x Kyle Broflovski (of South Park, which I do NOT claim the copyright to). No Likey yaoi, no ready yaoi.
Every time I see him with her, my heart breaks into a thousand pieces. Then, I plaster on a fake smile and go on as normal.
I can't stand her. She doesn't deserve him. She's broken his heart so many times, and then, he just goes back to her. Why? What does he see in her?
I sighed, staring out my window, watching the snow fall lightly, swirling in the wind. I traced a pattern on the fog on my window. SM + KB. I stared at it for a second before bringing up a fist to wipe it away. I wrote it again, though, smaller, off to the side, then drew a heart around it, sighing.
Then, I heard it. That obnoxious, high-pitched laugh of hers. I cringed. Why? Why do they have to be outside of my house? My head fell forward, my forehead pressed against the cool glass of my window, I found myself watching the two walk past. His arm was around her waist, and she was giggling girlishly. A low, disgusted growl grew in the back of my throat as I watched Stan pull Wendy closer to him, turn to face her, press his lips against hers.
"Ugh," I fell back on my bed, staring at the ceiling. My old, green hat fell to the floor, unruly red curls falling into my eyes. My chest rose and fell slowly with my breath as my ears strained to try and catch parts of their conversation. My eyes squeezed shut. I heard nothing.
"What?" Wendy's shriek startled me. It was the last thing I had expected.
My eyes flung open. I waiting, trying to hear what happened next. Nothing.
My phone went off. A notification told me I had a new text. A new text from Stan. "Broke up with Wendy… mind if I come over?" I quickly punched out the word, "sure," and, next thing I knew, the doorbell rang.
"Kyle, bubby! Stan's here for you!" My mom called from downstairs.
"Thanks, ma!" I grabbed my hat off the floor and pulled it back onto my head. Hurried footsteps were coming up the stairs.
Stan walked into my room and sat next to me, facing my window, "Hey," he muttered.
"Hey," I replied. I watched him, trying to read his face. His eyes were scanning my window. I remembered our initials in the corner, and suddenly my heart leapt. Don't see it, don't see it… I mentally willed him to look away, to look at me, to look at anything but the window. His eyes found the corner of my window, and, with it, our initials, encircled by a small heart. His face changed rapidly. Confusion. His brows furrowed and he seemed to double back. Then… relief? The corners of his lips twitched upwards as his brows relaxed.
"Why'd you and Wendy break up?" His head snapped around and his steely blue eyes locked on mine.
He shrugged, "I just didn't feel right being with her. I kinda… like someone else." He smiled. His face was flushed a deep scarlet color, and I could almost hear his heart beating.
My heart caught in my throat, what is he doing? He was leaning towards me, his lips pursed slightly, his eyes closing slowly. Oh my god…
I lunged forward, my lips catching his. Stan's eyes sprung open as he fell back onto my bed, me on top of him, my hands entangled in his raven-black hair, my lips pressed hard against his. He soon relaxed, allowing his hands to travel over my back and rest on my waist. He kissed me back with the same hunger that I kissed him with.
We both broke away at the same time. I rolled over to lie beside Stan. His hand found mine and our fingers became entwined.
He smiled, "It's good to see that he feels the same way."
