Author's Note: This is my first drabble (and, consequently, my first story on here!) for the LiveJournal community Drabbles100 (they haven't actually approved my request to do this yet, but.. shh..). I decided to to begin with, you know, 'Beginnings'! The characters in this are, as you may have gathered, Stan and Kyle from South Park. It is about their romantic relationship, so this first drabble, along with, presumably, the vast majority of the others that I will write, involves slash/guy on guy/et cetera. Eventually, the content will reach an M-rated range, so I will rate it as such, though this chapter is probably about a K, or T if you're nit-picky. So, without further ado- my first submission to this website!
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters; they belong to their creators. (Naw, really?)
Stan had to say it; in his mind, with nearly any given situation, the beginning was the best part. It may sound unfounded and vague, but because Stan considered himself a rational, lucid, logical kind of guy, he indeed had a rational, lucid, logical claim behind what might've come off as an outlandish statement. Here it is:
The ending is the ending. (Off to a rational, lucid, logical enough start, no?) It's when loose pieces are tied up (or, in some cases, left irritatingly untied and fraying), conclusions are made, everything comes to a pointed end and abruptly just stops being. No more plot twists, because there is no more plot. Everything is just over and done with, and nothing exists. And God smite all the inferior beings of the world if that wasn't the damned most dismal, depressing, and miserable thing Stan had ever heard. The concept of something turning into straight up nothing just seemed plain melancholy.
Now, middles were an entirely different story. They weren't drably upsetting like endings were. But what they were in Stan's mind could be summed up with one adjective: tiresome. They're like being lead blindly through a labyrinth, being given strange directions that you haven't a clue what the significance of and meaning behind is. Nothing but confusion, and too many things happening at once.
But, beginnings… beginnings were radiant. They were hopeful, and mysterious, and naïve, but wise. And nervous, very nervous, yet excited, too. They were full of so much potential energy, because they were like peering out onto a road; one that held a voyage, and a story. And when Stan felt Kyle's hand squeeze his own, when their lips pressed together for the first time, he knew they were taking those first steps onto the brink of that incredible, winding pathway of a journey, and the best part was, it was only the beginning.