DisclaimerObviously I don't own South Park

Rating: G… for now only! It's gonna get pretty M rated in the next couple chapters.

Pairing: Not obvious yet but it will be StanxKyle

Author: KuroxFye

Okay, this is my first south park fic. Sorry for the long history over view but I decided you should know what happened to understand what's GOING to happen. I'm putting this under Teen rating for now because I know where it's going and trust me, eventually it'll be rated M for mature with good reason! 3

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Four years, almost four whole years since the four of us stood together as friends at the bus stop, now we just stand as strangers being picked up on a transit bus to South Park High. We were always tight, out personalities challenged each others is a healthy way and still I guess we weren't meant to last. I looked side to side flipping my black bangs away from my eyes and watching over the semi covered snowy terrain. We were in grade 12 now and I not sure why but this year seems like it should be more significant then any other. I notice Kenny has become quite tall, 6.2 would be my fair guess. We always expected him to be a shorty but time changed people. He also gave up that pylon orange hood back in grade seven and now has some old jean vest he probably pulled out of his dad's closet. His shaggy hair was blond as ever, he was actually the first reason out little group began to break.

When we were in the middle of grade eight Kenny started hanging around people who couldn't be anything but bad news. By the end of the year he was doing god knows what sort of drugs in such a light hearted state. I tried to stop him, I came with him a couple times… thought if I kept him close enough as a friend I might be able to pull him out. However once I finally realized he was to enjoying himself and there was nothing I could do. I had been tagging along with Kenny for a year, it was grade 9 and it was too late to even turn back to Kyle or Cartman because they assumed I had moved on without them. Obviously without me being there to referee them bother Kyle and the fat ass split their ways fast.

To this day Kenny's scene hasn't changed. Same people same problems, I stayed as well. I never did the drugs, smoked or drank like any of them did but they are the people I hang out with at the smoker doors and some are pretty decent. It's a shame that even with my efforts Kenny was dug in so far we were friends with similar people but not with each other any more.

The ugly city bus came to a halt at out stop and we walked on dropping improper amounts of change into the bus fair box and taking separate seats, all equally disgusting. I pulled out my MP3 player and stuck the buds in my ear turning on some Stone sour and tuned out the world for a bit. Kyle was sitting a few rows directly in front of me, god I miss being his friend. After him and Cartman officially stopped talking to each other he went on his own way, calling him an over achiever would be an understatement. He was probably the only one out of us who is pulling off the whole high school thing with ease. To know that you just have to look at him, he also became tall though not so much as Kenny. During the break between grade 9 and 10 he obviously discovered the magic of hair product because when he came back after break his unreasonable red frizz had turned into a decent collection of messily falling curls, didn't look half bad. He had his friends, closest things to jocks you're going to find here in South Park. He didn't play any sports but his friends did. He was the brain… I guess every group needs at least one. I tried to make up with him once back in grade 9, it obviously didn't go so well. He was convinced I had ditched him and was in no way going to be forgiving me.

I guess that brings me to Cartman. I don't even have to loot at the sorry slob to know what he's doing right now. He's sitting in the back of the bus with Butters and Tweak planning more ways to terminate homosexuals. It wasn't hard to keep up with his life; the loud mouth advertised his ideas so freely and periodically. He gave up on the Jewish one Kyle moved on, I suppose that's probably when it lost it's fun. He's gone threw a variety of different things to hate since but seems to have settled on Homosexuality ever since he saw the movie RENT. I myself haven't seen it but according to him gays are the leading cause of AIDS, I seriously doubt that… no, not doubt, I know it's wrong but whatever, retards will be retards. I have difficulty believing Butters and Tweak have stayed with him this entire time considering how apparent he makes it to them that he hates them. Out of us all I guess Cartman's the only one who hasn't changed one bit. He's still the loud mouth bastard we knew him as in grade 7.

The bus came to a stop and we all walked off our separate ways. Spite our obvious different interests we all managed to end up with the same first period class 'psychology'. I took it because it actually interests me, I can't see myself with a future in it but as far as school goes I may as well load up on information while it's free. I can guess how the rest ended up here. Kyle is probably hear for the same reason I am, Cartman would take any coarse that gave him insight on the human mind and ways to work against it, Kenny was probably put here by default when he didn't register with enough courses to graduate.

After being here for half a semester already the mourning routine was pretty much down I noticed. First I'd go to my locker and grab my shit, drop it off in the second floor class room where Kyle would already be sitting with a couple of his friends then go down to the smoker doors and hang out for about 15 minuets before showing up just a moment to late to not be marked absent. Kenny only ever came to this class maybe 3 times a week so it didn't surprise me when he wasn't there today. Then there's Cartman right up front listening intently. I've got to hand it to him, for someone so messed up when he tries he takes it to a whole new level. I myself sit close to the back, right hand corner which also happens to be where the Goth kids all sit. I guess they're sort of my friends by extension and the only ones I'd consider such in this class at least. Kenny sits on the same side normally but closer to the front and Kyle's center left with a bunch of prep bitches who all took this class probably just to be near him more.

A couple seconds later the class began. "Good morning class." Mrs. Weaver began in her shaky high pitched voice. "Bright and early Monday morning, the best time of the week!" I hate her, she's a morning person. I am not.

The class responded to her with a general groan that flatly told her they didn't want to be there.

"Hmm, well wake up. I've got a special project for the likes of you."

More moaning was whining was faint but present.

"Don't worry, you've got till Friday and you'll have a partner." She said matter of factly.

Damn, bad start to a Monday morning. I dislike partner projects in this class because there is no one I'd be able to pick as a partner every time. It always changes and every so often I'll get paired with a leftover. Like this kid Dustin, he's a lot like how Timmy used to be before he started using other words aside from 'Timmy'. Dustin is obviously thinking straight most of the time however he has some disorder that prevents him from using the correct words, he'll spit out complete nonsense without meaning to, he also can't write much that can be put together either… though it is better then his talking.

"But since this is such a big part of your grade I'm going to have to be fair with the partners." She changed her tone. Great, she's picking the partners… no problems here.

She looked around at all the protecting faces with her tired blue eyes then continued. "This mark will replace all test scours you have this semester. First you will do this project and lets say you get an 80 on it, then once we're back into the testing your average only comes to 70. This means your over all mark under tests will be 80 and the 70 will disappear. Do you all understand?" She finished the explanation.

The little blond girl Ashlee raised her hand and continued when the teacher gave her a nod. "What happened if your test marks end up being higher then the project?"

"Good question, I will be taking the higher of the two. If you're better on the tests then that mark will stay." She looked around for any more hands and found none. "Alright, you'll be working on this for the next week every class starting today so I've listed down the partners" She paused. "Just so you know, the partners are grade relevant. If you're getting a 90 average then so is your partner. I did this so that everyone get a fair chance based on the effort they've put forward so far."

That's totally okay with me. This is actually the only class I'm doing well in, on my progress report I was sporting a solid 95 and proud. I guess that means I'll be paired with a genius… awesome; I won't have to study for the tests in this class anymore!

"Alright here are the partners…"

She began listing off pairs in no particular order, probably trying not to reveal who's grades were higher then another. Spite the Goth kids protesting under their breath to pre picked partnering they all ended up with one of their own anyways. That makes sense because I think Henrietta is the only one that does work and the rest copy so they'd all have roughly the same mark. I noticed when Cartman got paired with Dustin and laughed a lot in my head, I knew he was stupid but that's a giant blow right out to his pride being paired with a cripple.

Then it hit me, one of the most awkward things that could have happened, that bitch doesn't know what she's just done with her pairing ways.

"Kyle Broflovski and Stan Marsh…" she continued on her listing. Damn, I should have suspected that. For a split second I wished that my mark in this class wasn't as good. I looked over at Kyle to see if I could read his face and to my horror he was staring right back at me with disbelief in his emerald green eyes. I'm almost offended, it's like he never expected me to have a grade that matched his. He averted his eyes quickly but continued to stare at his desk with a confused look on his face. I can't say I was holding myself any better, dude, he was my super best friend and I totally ruined it. We haven't spoken a word to each other in a little over 3 years. Screw the project, I'd rather get a zero then have to do this. I wonder if Kyle would just do the work himself if I told I wasn't going to. As I contemplated this possibility the teacher ruined my idea.

"I hear some of you would like to work alone." She frowned but I perked up "Well that's not possible. For this assignment, with the information you have I want you to spend a week close to your partner and analyze them this includes time outside school." I looked at her, trying to drill holed in her head with my eyes. "Then at the end of your week with all the information collected the two of you will have the weekend to come up with an interesting and original way to present the work." She paused for the mumble of complaints. "Remember this is worth as much as all of your tests. It has to be high quality, the best work you've ever done, quantity AND quality." She though on that for a second "Actaully for this project you will have no maximum presenting time limit, only a minimum which will be 20 min."

20 minuets! She's got to be kidding me, sure it doesn't sound that bad but that a whole lot of talking to fill all that time. And to top it off I have to analyze Kyle, and he has to analyze me, that has bad news written all over it. By the end my conclusion will be 'Kyle is an angry person, I believe the cause of his anger roots back to having to spend time with me.' And something tells me that, that's not an expectable answer.

I noticed Kyle watching me again, probably thinking the same things. I actually am not angry about this; just scared as fuck in a way… something tells me we're going to butt heads quite a bit.

"Now…" she started again "please move so that you and your partner as sitting next to one another." People started to stand, I did not. "That will be your seat for the next week and a half so get used to it."

Kyle and I had another mini moment while staring at each other, both cursing the teacher in our minds. Eventually his concentration was broken when Wendy asked him to move so she could take the seat next to Clyde. Reluctantly he stood and slowly made his way over to my area of the class room; it was generally empty, Goths aside. He took the seat to my left without looking at me or saying anything, dropped his backpack to the ground in an official sort of way declaring that it was his seat.

The class was ending and people began to pour out the doors when Cartman walked by, looked at us and started laughing his ass off, just as he cleared the door I heard his say "sweet".

I couldn't think of anything to contribute that wouldn't still the air so I started heading for the door. Just then I heard from behind me. "Come to my house after school and we can start working." He was quiet and low but at least he didn't sound pissed off.

"Alright, see ya." I said and left the class. Those wee the first words in forever. We really did split on the worst, it was totally my fault but I wasn't meaning to cause him any problems. Maybe I'm reacting like a pussy to this whole thing… I mean it's been years since but still, he was the best friend I ever had.

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If you're going to read chapter two when I post it please have the heart to at least comment on chapter one. If it's horrible please tell me how I could improve it in your own way. If you like it then I like you.

- KuroxFye