Disclaimer: I do not own South Park or these characters, just my kinky imaginations about them.
Rate M for cursing and implied drug use. Later the M rating will be used for the Lemon to come in later chapters.
Chapter One
Dude, You're so Jelly.
Kyle's stomach growled before he grabbed at it. He spent his whole morning studying and finally got onto to Facebook for a quick break. Clicking through picture after picture of the same black haired couple his annoyance only growing more with each sickening image. He sighed aggressively at every dumb comment on how cute they were or how they are meant for each other. Kyle found it funny how perfect they liked to play when they constantly break up and cheat on each other every month. 'Perfect my ass.'
"Heh, yeah they are so meant for each other," the Jew mocked sarcastically. Continuing his actions he heard the ding of the notification from his computer. Kenny was messaging him. Kyle started to ignore it but another ding followed by another and another. "Fuck, Kenny" Kyle swore under his breath finally answering back to his friend.
KyleBroflovski: 'What the fuck do you want, Slutface?'
KenBadInfluenceMcCormick: 'Oh hey babe I was lonely when you weren't responding earlier'
KyleBroflovski: 'I'm not in the playing mood.'
KenBadInfluenceMcCormick: 'And dat y I'm gonna take you out'
KyleBroflovski: 'You know I hate it when you type like that…'
KenBadInfluenceMcCormick: 'Ok let's not get upset about grammar its Facebook'
KyleBroflovski: 'Exactly, it's the internet. You would think that you would at least take the time to spell things right since it's going to be on the internet forever'
Kyle went back to the pictures reading more stupid comments just to piss him off more. "If I see one more comment saying these two are so perfect for each other I'll throw up," the Jew mumbled to himself bitterly. He cringed seeing one stupendously idiotic comment asking when the wedding was. He decided that was enough internet for one day and that he should get off before he kills somebody.
Standing up and stretching dramatically he walked over to his bed only to jump right on top of it all sprawled about. He laid there for a second enjoying his nice sizable bed before hearing the buzzing sound of his cellphone. He checked to see who it was and when he saw the blonde's grinning face on his screen he threw it back on the bed and ignored it. However, he called again.
"The fuck do you want, Kenny?" the green eyed boy inquired annoyed.
"Heyy," just the sound of the other boy's voice annoyed him. He wished it was muffled right now. "Miss having Stan around to smell your farts?"
"Shut up. Me and Stan don't have to be together all the time, you know. I'm totally cool if he wants to hang out with Wendy even though it's Kyle's day."
"Hmm..." Kenny hummed to indicate he was calling bullshit on all of that. "Well I guess you're lonely without your fuck buddy, huh?" Kenny questioned Kyle could hear the smirk on his lips. It was gross.
"Oh yeah, totally my hot Jew ass is just empty without Stan's long steamy rod," Kyle played a long with his friend, rolling his emerald eyes. Although, he failed to notice his mother, who heard everything, bringing in his laundry. Kyle gave her an "HOLY FUCKING SHIT" face. She only held up her hands in defense quietly and backed away. Kyle took a moment to stare after her in awe.
"Shit. My mom totally heard all of that dude!" Kyle wrinkled his nose at the other's obnoxious laughter and hung up on him. Of course the blonde called back two minutes still laughing. "Fuck off Kenny I just want to spend today alone."
"No can do, Kylie~ you see I know you. You're gonna mope about Stan choosing Wendy over you and you're gonna spend the afternoon in sweats, with a bucket of ice cream, and watch a bunch of YouTube videos," Kenny predicted.
"Yeah, so what?" Kyle growled while closing the freezer door with his foot after grabbing a huge tub of vanilla ice cream of course adorn in his baggy pants and holding his laptop.
"As your good friend I refuse to let that happen. Get dressed. I'm coming by to pick you up in ten minutes," Kenny hung up leaving no chance for Kyle to retaliate. Kyle knew once the boy set his forever scheming mind to something nothing could change it. He called back, the phone rang a few times before the dirty blonde picked up the call.
"Give me twenty minutes and don't hang up on me," Kyle then hung up on him and threw his phone on the couch refusing to answer it again. Sadly, he placed the frozen treat back into the freezer. "I'll be thinking about you," he whispered to the container. "Wait for me," again Kyle failed to hear his father in the kitchen grabbing a snack. Gerald only held up his hands and back out of the kitchen slowly mumbling something about Sheila being right. "Great now my parents think I'm some homo-erotic ice cream sexual...crap."
Kyle sighed closing his laptop and putting it away. Recently, Ike has been getting into all his things lately and looking for dating websites. Well, not so much as dating as in " but that's another story, Kyle sighed. Starting the shower and letting it warm up he laid his clothes out on his bed and proceeded to cleanse his body.
'Ding Dong'
"BUBBAH GET THE DOOR!" Sheila yelled from the kitchen.
"IM NOT FINISHED GETTING READY, MAH! GET THE DOOR, IKE!" Kyle bellowed out from his room.
"WHY SHOULD I?! IT'S JUST KENNY CAN'T HE KEEP HIS POOR ASS OUTSIDE?" Ike questioned.
"WATCH YOUR MOUTH YOUNG MAN!" Kyle mocked. "AND GET THE DOOR."
"NO."
"JUST OPEN THE FREAKING DOOR!" Kyle demanded. Ike complied not wanting to royal piss his brother off any longer. Knowing his douche bag brother wouldn't hesitate to play kick the eight year old again.
"What up, pedo in the making?" Ike asked nonchalantly.
"What a warm welcome," Kenny laughed and ruffled the ravenette's messy short black hair to Ike's dismay.
"Fuck, I'm going to wash my hair now you probably gave me a STD or something," Ike muttered trudging up the stairs. Kenny followed after ignoring the boy to try and open Kyle's bedroom door.
The door open sliding open to an oblivious shirtless Kyle his hair still wet from the shower. Kenny and Ike stared at the lithe body in front of them completely innocent from their hungry gaze. Kyle had a thin, lean body and a pale complexion freckles were scattered across his body.
"Shut the fucking door or leave, McCormick," Kyle snapped his head around frightening both of the boys. Ike ran for the bathroom and Kenny waltzed in like the smooth motherfucker he was. Kyle huffed throwing his dark green button up on over his black skinny jeans. He then continued to straighten himself out and check his hair.
Kenny watched the red head noticing really how different they were since they've entered their sophomore year of high school. Kyle was still the shortest with his ginger features. He eventually grew into his big ears and nose and was quite attractive. Kenny himself was a bit taller he still wore his parka but sometimes actually wore it down. The blonde was very attractive and charming which usually got people of all sexes to sleeping with him. Only Kenny never went for his friends, his own unwritten rule even though Kyle is hot as fuck. Ah, the trials in the life of Kenny McCormick.
Said Jew gave himself a once over and then nod of approval and turned his head to Kenny. "You ready?"
"Yeah, come on" Kenny got out of the chair he was sitting in and followed Kyle out.
"BYE MAH!" Kyle called out to his mom. "I'LL BE BACK LATER!"
"BYE BOYS!" With that both of the boys slipped their boots on and exited the house.
"Are we gonna ride in your car?" Kyle inquired.
Is that a real fucking question?" Kenny sneered as he pulled his keys out. "Of course," the lanky blonde responded ignoring the others groan of annoyance.
Kyle hated that death trap of a truck.
It was some stupid shade of orange. All beaten down and broken. The window had a crack in it and Clyde doodled a penis on it one time when they were drunk. Kenny named the vehicle "Kandi like the stripper". Plus, he sometimes fucks in the back part of the truck in which he calls the "Bed". However, that wasn't the worst part; the heater was broken. Kyle sucked it up and hopped in. Already regretting not bringing a heavier jacket.
"Why is it colder in your car then it is outside?" Kyle questioned amazed. Kenny again did not respond and started his car. Pulling out of the freshly shoveled drive way and beginning their journey down the street quietly. The day was very gloomy and dark it just depressed him further.
"Dude, your car smells like weed," Kyle wrinkled his freckled nose at the scent.
"Really? Maybe it's cause me and Craig may have gotten blazed this morning..." Kenny trailed off.
"You're fucking terrible, dude. If we get pulled over I'm going to say you kidnapped me and threatened to do sick twisted kinky shit to me," Kyle warned his friend.
"Ooo what type of sick twisted kinky shit, Kyle?" Kenny chuckled at his friend's serious tone.
"Where the hell are we going anyway?" Kyle ignore the blonde teen wiggling his eyebrows and focused on the real question at hand. Kenny could be taking him anywhere.
"Don't worry; relax." now was the time for him to panicking. Anytime Kenny said those words Kyle always ended up in some gay bar or strip joint waiting outside the car listening to Kenny give some random people orgasms. It's fucking disgusting.
"I just want to know where we are going."
"You're like a chick ya know? Question this, question that, just enjoy the ride!" Kenny was aggravated with his good friend. Kyle was never this prude but he seems to want to be inside all day.
"I'm not in the mood today, Kenny let's just stay home and eat some ice cream and watch a movie or something…." Kyle realized that, that sentence he just uttered might have been the most feminine thing he has ever said. "Never mind, you're right, keep driving."
"Listen, you don't have to get jealous every time he actually spends time with his girlfriend," Kenny smirked over to the Jew's adorable blush.
"I'm not jealous ok. This has nothing to do with Stan. We don't have to be joined at the fucking hip."
"Well, I was talking about Clyde I thought you missed Bebe? I see, so you're actually jealous of Wendy!" Kenny chuckled coyly. Kyle huffed thinking his so called good friend was being a slick bastard.
"Fuck you," Kyle retorted turning away from the blonde and once again they were in silence.
Until Kyle heard Kenny's phone ring. Kenny didn't have an all that special phone but since he, his brother, and his mother all work he has been able to buy more things mostly for Karen but, he spoils himself also. Kenny picked up the phone and greeted cheerfully. The way his voice changed signaled to Kyle that Kenny wasn't just talking to any old random person he was talking to someone he really liked. Kyle grinned as he faced the dirty blonde in mid conversation.
"Who's that?" Kenny pause and then gave the phone to Kyle. The short jersey boy listened in and heard a faint southern accent with a lot of stuttering and he swore he could practically hear the blush through the phone.
Butters!
Kyle's grinned grew wider then he pursed his lips as he handed the phone back Butters still blabbing away about something irrelevant. Kenny told Butters bye and that he's on his way before hanging up. The taller male avoided the hard stare of the other next to him.
"Oh no, now that it's your turn you are going to know how it feels," Kyle informed. "Ok. 'Mr. I Never Get Embarrassed' How long have you liked my angel?" Kyle questioned. Over the years as they entered middle school Kyle grew a sort of soft spot for Butters and even Pip and Tweek. The most hated and bullied kids, save Tweek, in elementary school. However he can't help but be a bit over protective of his new found friends.
"Ya' know that Stan and I are going to have to stomp your dick out if you so much as think to corrupt innocent ol' Butters, right?" Kyle promised. Butters was unnaturally innocent complete opposite of Kenny so the red head took it upon himself to protect that sweetness the other blonde had.
"It's not like that, MamaBroflovski," Kenny teased throwing his hands up in mock surrender. "I would never corrupt yours and PapaMarsh's little sweet baby," Kenny gagged at his Jew friend.
"I'm not MamaBroflovski! Also why does Stan get to be the man?" Kyle growled furiously. Of course he only receive condescending glares from the driver. As if his eyes were saying 'now you know why you're the woman' Kyle huffed and stared straight ahead. This time the silence was short as they finally made their destination.
Pulling into the desolate parking lot of City Wok. Kyle smiled wildly. "The Shitty Wok?" he quizzed. "Well. I guess its fine since I'm starving like Marvin here."
"Great because, there's a butt-fuck ton of food in there," Kenny warned as they exited from the car. They were parked right in front of the door. Kenny opened it stepping aside for Kyle to enter first. He is always the gentleman. Kyle punched him in the chest as he slipped through the door.
Kenny checked out the skinny Jew's ass. He looked up thanking God and Mrs. Broflovski for that ass and them jeans that hugged him in all the right places. "Great choice of jeans, Kyle. They hug that nice Jew ass perfectly," Kenny gestured to the shorter boy's lower half.
"Stop checking my ass out and let's go. Where are they?" Kyle looked around the restaurant and was violently greeted by the owner, Mr. Kim.
"WELCOM TA SHITTY WOK!" the old Chinese man screamed. He was much older with his hair now visibly grey and his skin wrinkled but, he and his new much younger wife, Ling, still operate the franchise.
"We're looking for three adorable blonde boys" Kenny explained to the owner who pointed them to the table in the back. The two men sauntered over to the three at first only noticed by Butters.
"Hiya fellas!" the cheery disposition in his voice caused Kyle to smile indefinably opening his arms to Butters' soft hug. Once it was over the light blonde wrapped his arms around Kenny's neck standing on his tippy toes and when the space still wasn't filled the taller boy leaned down to accommodate the embrace. They stood like that for a good minute before Kyle cleared his throat. Butters blushed deeply and removed all contact with Kenny and waddled back to his seat. Kenny gave a low whine and growled at Kyle who in return grinned happily.
"'Ello, mates," another cheery blonde acknowledged them. Kenny sat down next to Butters as Kyle settled across from him. The ginger made sure Kenny knew that he was being watched.
"H-h-EY!" Tweek chimed in nervously. He never knew when to speak up so his greeting came out a bit awkward. Kyle smiled anyway and hugged the shaky boy next to him anyway.
At first Kyle didn't notice as they walked in and greeted everyone but there really is a shit ton of food on the table. Plates on top of plates stacked high. "What type of shit is this?" Kyle asked for clarification. There's no way Butters, Tweek, and Pip could finish all this food not even with the help of Kenny and himself.
"Well, see I won the Shitty Wok special contest an' they gu-gave me a bunch of food for free but the catch is that I have to finish it all or else I have to pay an' since I'm grounded I don't have any money at the moment…." Butters explained.
"Where is Mr. Kim? I'll kick his ass that conniving bastard!" Kyle made a ruckus. "I demand to see the owner!" Kyle was now loud as shit as Butter tried to calm him down. The noise caught the attention of the old Asian man. He pointed to his harpoon set on the wall.
"Do we 'ave a probrem gentermen?" Mr. Kim asked. Kyle sat back down quietly. Even though Mr. Kim was an old bastard he still had enough fight in him to easily take down a skinny Jew boy.
Well into the meal Kyle was already extremely full. He tapped out the same way the three blondes before him had. Compared to Kyle and Butters, Pip and Tweek had barely touch their food.
"Fuck," Kyle swore while rubbing his belly chub. "I can't eat anymore."
"I quite agree with you," the tiny Brit said trying not to fall asleep.
"I knew it…it's not enough for us to finish all this food…." Butters sighed sadly. He pulled out his light blue wallet with Hello Kitty on it and whimpered at the five dollars he had. He would never ask anyone else to help him pay the bill but, what could he do? 'Well' he thought as he pulled the next thing in his pocket: his Hello Kitty phone. "Guess I'll call my parents and ask for some money...I'm already grounded anyway."
"Geh-Kenny is still at it!" Tweek pointed out pulling at his disheveled hair in amazement.
"I have a better idea, Butters" Kyle stated telling him to wait and pulling out his phone to text someone.
'Hey, FatFuck get your fat ass to City Wok'- Kyle
'Y dafuq shud I JEW'- Cartman
'Because we have a buttfuck ton of free food'- Kyle
Cartman didn't text back for a while. Kyle was worried until he received this text:
'On my way'- Cartman
"Ok it's all taken care of you guys," Kyle smiled triumphantly as he put his phone away. The rest stared at him confused until Cartman bustled his way through the door. How he made it there so fast? Even the author of this story has no clue.
"Aww you didn' tell me I had to eat with the three gayest fags in the world and the town's whore! Isn't it enough that I have to be here with your dirty Joorat ass," Cartman ranted. He had slimmed down a bit since he grew taller but he was still a fat bastard none-the-less.
"Whatever, just eat the food fat ass," Kyle dismissed him.
"Stop calling me fat! I'm not fat I'm big boned! BIG BONED!" Cartman yelled his point across. Sadly it fell on deaf ears. He pouted and then sat down to eat. He devoured everything under ten minutes. Kyle felt like throwing up watching him eat. Trying to distract himself from the scene in front of him, Kyle checked his phone and saw he had eleven miss calls and six messages. All from Stan.
'I'm done with Wendy. I'm gonna come over to hang out ok?'- Stan
'You're at home right?'- Stan
'Kyle stop being pissed off at me already! I told you I had to go and have brunch with Wendy's parents I know it was a Kyle day but she promised to give you a Wendy day'- Stan
'Where are you?'- Stan
'Dude, come on I said sorry a million times I'll do anything you want I just wanna hang out with you I wish you would stop being a bitch'- Stan
'Sorry for calling you a bitch, Kyle can't we hang out?'- Stan
Kyle rolled his eyes at all Stan pathetic attempts to hang out. I mean how can he hang out with Wendy then come to Kyle? Kyle didn't want Wendy's sloppy seconds. Kyle was going to take two Wendy days to make up for his absences today. He had planned out a perfect day and he was genuinely excited until Stan called to tell the redhead he was blowing him off for Wendy and her fucking parents. I mean why does he have to meet her parents? It's not like they're getting married or some bull shit like that...right? Kyle knew full well that they couldn't be together like they use to be. The older they got the more the gap widened and even if Kyle didn't want that it was going to happen.
His phone buzzed and he checked it. Another text from Stan.
'Kenny told me where you guys are at. On my way over'- Stan
Kyle widen his eyes in terror. How long was he day dreaming? The text was ten minutes ago. I takes less than fifteen minutes to get anywhere in South Park. Curse this tiny red neck town. He glared at Kenny who only grinned like a fool. That shit eating grin of his was pissing Kyle off more. Before Kyle could say anything Kenny pointed behind him. Kyle's breath caught in his throat as he turned around in his chair slowly. Standing over him was one tall football quarter back noirette and he didn't look happy at all. Kyle swallowed thickly and smiled.
"Hey there," he simply greeted.
"'Hey there?' Kyle I called and text you and apologized over and over and all you can say is 'hey there'?" it was very clear Stan was pissed. He grabbed Kyle by his bicep and pulled him to the front and out the door.
"DUDE! It's fr-freezing out here! I want my jacket at least!" Kyle shouted regardless of who was out on the streets.
"Here," Stan placed his jacket on Kyle's shoulders. He was use to the cold yet, every winter Kyle became more and more sensitive to the weather. "Listen, I'm sorry for ditching you on our day but, you're my super best friend, Kyle no matter how much time I spend with anyone else you of all people should know we will always be together," Stan promised.
"No we won't you'll marry some girl and have kids and I'll do the same and we'll forget each other like how my dad forgot all his old friends..." Kyle began to shake a little this time not from the cold. Stan frowned.
"We're only in our sophomore year I'm not getting married anytime soon don't worry," Stan tried to calm him down but it obviously wasn't working. He sighed. "You know you're gonna get me in trouble with my girlfriend," Stan pulled Kyle into a tight embrace similar to how Kenny and Butters' were hugging and now he felt bad for interrupting them from this warm fuzzy feeling. He would probably let them continue if given the chance. Stan wasn't being fair he knew if he hugged Kyle so securely like this the boy couldn't help but melt in his arms. "Kyle you're not just my best friend or my super best friend you're my soul mate I promise we'll never separate and I won't dare forget you," Stan talked lowly into the shorter boy's ear.
Kyle blushed and buried his head into the tan boys shoulder. "Pfft we're 'soul mates'? You're so gay, dude" his voice muffled by the football player's broad shoulders. Stan was just glad he got Kyle to smile again. They strolled back in holding hands. What? You don't hold hands with your best friend? So what if they're guys? Anyway, they made it back to the table and Stan apologized for his rudeness earlier. He then properly greeted everyone.
"Heya cuteys," now Kenny had his way with both men and women and could get anyone to swoon but no one could resist the charm of all-American boy, Stan. He gave them his signature smile and caused all three of them to blush lightly. Kyle and Kenny both gave him a high five for his amazing feat. Stan gave Kenny a bro hug and thanked him for the tip off. "Hey, Cartman" Stan acknowledged the fat boy munching away at the Chinese food in front of him.
"What up, gay wad?" Cartman responded. Stan scowled at him. Cartman was still a good friend of his but he was still a bastard as always. Stan sat down at the table and watched Cartman polish off the rest of the food.
"So who wants to go Bowling?" Stan offered eying Kyle. He knew Kyle had a hate/love relationship with bowling and always enjoyed himself anyway. Just what he needed. "Red and Bebe texted me saying they are already there, reserving our lane," their lane referred to the last lane in the back. It held so many memories for the South Park gang. Everyone has bowled there and everyone has a few special stories there. It's just like Stark's pond. Kyle and Stan played guitar hero there and everywhere their names were edged into the table or the wall. They just claimed it as South park kid's territory. Once everyone agreed to go, they set off.
"I'm gonna ride with Stan," Kyle informed Kenny as he got into the passenger seat of Stan's dark blue car which his father handed down to him. Tweek and Pip walked after him getting into the back.
"I guess I'll ride with you, Ken." Butters smiled innocently as he hopped into the car. He tried to hide his blush, but to no avail. Kenny was in bliss knowing he would be riding around with an angel. Until a certain brunette crushed his dreams.
"Don't get the wrong idea I don't like you blonde fags but I hate that Joo fag and his boyfriend more," Cartman stated and made Butters get in the back while he rode shot gun. Kenny groaned knowing it was going to be a long ass ride over there.
When they all got to Mick's Bowling alley Kyle ran straight to their lane leaving Stan and Kenny to buy to shoes because Eric left his wallet at home. Stan chuckled at Kyle's childlike attitude.
"I bet you're thinking he is really cute huh?" Kenny teased.
"No, I wasn't….Ok, yes I was." Stan admitted smiling like an idiot. It made Kenny wanna laugh and throw up.
"I like it when you're honest, anyway I don't have any money so I'll let you finish paying for everything I'll get you back later," The poor male smirked and left Stan to pay for everyone's shoes. Stan growled wanting to run after the slick bastard but let his anger simmer down a bit when the lady came back. He hauled everyone's shoes over to the lane pissed that it had to be the back lane. The reason it's the last lane was because it was convenient with both the concession stand, the bathroom, and the arcade area right next to it.
"Hey guys!" Bebe hugged everyone happily.
"Shouldn't you be working, pretty lady?" Kenny observed while squeezing her huge tits. Bebe didn't even flinch instead she grabbed at his crotch to retaliate. This is why Kenny loved her. He knew Clyde would want to kick his ass later.
"Yeah, but right now I declare myself on break," she laughed at the pain on his face. Their conversation stopped when Red poked Bebe and Kenny to divert their attention to Stan and Kyle.
"Hey, did you get the right size?" Kyle questioned his best friend.
"Yes, dude what do you take me for that I wouldn't know what size shoe you wear?" Stan pouted.
"Whatever dude, hey can you put them on for me?" Kyle asked and Stan almost said hell no but then he gave into those emerald eyes. Stan was always weak to Kyle's advances plus he knew he had to make it up to him for skipping out and all that.
"Fine, princess" Stan teased taking one of the shoes and untying it. He grabbed one of Kyle's sock cladded feet and slipped the shoes on amazed by how easily it slipped on.
"Correct yourself, I am a sexy princess," Kyle replied with a smirk. Stan couldn't help but laugh at his friend's silliness. Stan quickly slipped the other shoe on informing Kyle of his dainty feet.
"Such a cute couple eh?" Kenny asked in which both girls agreed.
They all started to play. It got a bit competitive when Kyle and Cartman made a bet that whoever loses has to drink the Mick's special. It was the nastiest drink in the place. It was composed of kiwi smoothies a bunch of nuts and vegetables thrown in some type of hot sauce and a special surprise that was probably Mick's jizz or something equally gross.
They game was getting good as Cartman and Kyle were neck and neck the next roll would determine the winner.
"Watch me win, Joorat," Cartman commanded as he made his way to the bowling alley lining up everyone held their breath he rolled hitting all nine pins. He then rolled again but missed the last pin. He cursed loudly. "That's ok there's no way you're gonna beat me anyway, Joo boy."
Kyle scoffed and stood up pushing Cartman out of the way as he lined up to the alley. He had already got two strikes in a row which was a miracle for him because he sucks balls at bowling because he thinks it is a stupid sport. The short Jew made his place at the start of the bowling alley he took the green ball in his hand and prayed it would go in. Kyle rolled and the ball seemed to take forever. Everyone watched, saved for a confident Cartman who dug into Bebe's wings. Kyle squeezed his eyes shut and got another strike.
Three. That's three strikes in a row, it was dead quiet. Then, suddenly like a strike of lightning everyone cheered "Turkey!" Kyle laughed and ran into Stan's arms and Stan picked him up off the ground. They spun around happily chanting the word "Turkey!" over and over victoriously.
"FUCK! YOU CHEATED, YOU CHEATING JOO!" Cartman yelled in defeat now he had to drink that nasty shit.
"These lil' shits are so cute," Red commented while they all watch Cartman chug the special commanding over and over to "Drink dat shit!" After he finished the downing disturbing drink he then ran to the bathroom. The drink tended to give anyone who dared to even smell it explosive diarrhea and make you vomit at the same time. Poor bastard. Kyle giggled in glee and Stan joined in high fiving his best friend.
"Well, they're only like that when Wendy isn't involved," Kenny explained.
"What do you mean?" Bebe inquired confused.
"I mean when Bebe is around Kyle becomes some pissy jelly girlfriend but when he has Stan to himself he is the cutest thing ever. He is just so easy to read," Kenny made clear to them both.
"Ah I see but what does Stan think?" Bebe was Wendy's best friend so she needed to know if Stan loved her or Kyle and the way it looks now it seems it was the latter. He never acted like this with Wendy.
"Both of them are oblivious idiots they don't even know their own true feelings for each other so it's hard to say right now," Kenny continued and he began to eat some of Red's fries.
They played another few rounds until it was getting late and Butters had to go home. Kenny drove Butters and Cartman home since they were going his way. Bebe took Red, Pip, and Tweek home leaving Stan to take Kyle home since their houses where close to each other. They rode in the car talking about how much Kyle sucked at bowling, how Tweek was so afraid of the ball he almost had a nervous breakdown, their delicious feat of making Cartman miserable and his promise for revenge.
"Hopefully he doesn't make us eat our parents," Kyle commented shivering at that sick bastard's twisted methods.
They raved how Bebe and Red were dominating the game and Kenny was being a bum and eating everyone's stuff. Kyle told Stan about Butters and Kenny and how close they were when Kenny showed Butters how to bowl. Then how hilarious it was when Pip slipped down the alley way and got points anyway, the Brit was so flustered. Stan was enjoying their conversation and Kyle was happy and that was all he need.
Finally making it to Kyle's door they both exited the car and Stan walked his best friend to his door. "I had fun today, thanks" Kyle smiled.
"Glad you did."
"Are you going to stay the night?" Kyle unlocked the door.
"As much as I would love to I have practice tomorrow and football season is going to start soon. I'll pick you up Monday ok?"
"Ok…." Kyle's smile fell causing Stan's to do the same.
"Didn't you hear me earlier, Kyle? We're going to be together forever so don't worry I will come and visit you whenever we're not going to end up like our dads," Stan insured the other. The football player grabbed Kyle's freckled chin lifting it up to catch his gaze. Kyle was uncertain of what Stan was doing. He furrowed his brow upward parting and dampening his lips slightly.
Stan gulped leaning in, alarming Kyle who pulled back a bit while Stan's breath bounced off his top lip. Mesmerized by Stan's deep blue eyes Kyle finally gave in, leaning in and lightly touch their lips. It was like a spark was set off between them. They were only interrupted by Kyle's breath hitching bringing them both out of their stupor.
"Oh my God," Stan stumbled back muttering apologies. Kyle was thoroughly confused at whatever compelled him to even allow that to happen. He was going to kiss his best friend for Christ sakes! He mumbled his goodbye before disappearing behind the door. He wanted to hide his dark blush deep enough to match his dark red hair.
"Fuck," he swore noticing his little problem.
Author's Notes: Fuck this is a long ass chapter I know I write a lot and it's all unnecessary! Hopefully I kept it interesting enough and maybe people will be inclined to keep on reading. I know I made a lot of characters OOC and even put Pip in this but…..Thanks if you even finished this chapter. I will try to upload every few days so if you actually liked it favorite and write a review telling me how bad of a job I did this lets me know if I should continue the series or not! Sorry for any grammar mistakes I read it like twenty times so hopefully I already fixed them all.
((Don't drive like Kenny he is an irresponsible bastard)).
((Cartman, the poor bastard)).