A/N: Hey, umm, this is like, or was supposed to be a one-shot, now its just going to be a 2 chapter-ed story haha..
Know why? ITS 4:00 AM! i need sleep! xD so i'll finish it tomorrow or something. Reveiw? :D? Not much improvement of my writing lolz.
DISCLAIMER: no, i dont own south park XP
~Stan's point of view~
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Promise you won't leave?
Promise…
*tap*
I love You Kyle
I..
*tap*
I slowly raise my head from my almost-wonderful dream. I look at the school clock, which tells me its 9:30. 15 minutes till the end of 6th hour (French Class). I brush the my Raven black hair out of my eyes, and look down to see 2 small pencils on my lap. No wonder my head hurt; someone had been throwing pencils at the right side of my head. How nice. I look over at Kyle, who looks at me and sighs. He whispers "You're a heavy sleeper!" he smiles, and I return his smile, but notice a small twitch his hand keeps doing. Something's under there… a paper? He looks over at the teacher, who's in a lesson and telling the class how to conjugate verbs, and then looks back at me and throws the paper that was in his hand to me. I'm fully awake now, but a little confused by the note. Kyle was usually up front, and not the type of guy who throws notes. I open the note, and I'm surprised when it's in French. I give him a confused look, but he just smiles. But not his usual smile. It's got a tweak of nervousness and uncertainty. I open my mouth to say something, but the bell rings, and I watch as Kyle shoots out of the room. I blink, but go out to the hall to read the note by my locker. It says:
Cher Stan,
Je ne sais pas comment le dire, mais je vous aime.
Plus qu'Un Ami
Je ne me soucie pas si vous sentez la même voie, Mais je devais le recevoir de ma caisse.
ainsi si vous le traduisez aujourd'hui, rencontrez-moi après l'école. 'kay ?
(si u veulent à)
Holy Crap. I had zero concept of what this said.
I quickly searched for Kenny.
Why am I searching for Kenny you ask? He has like, a 110 percent in French. He claims he has the hottest teacher though, and he always pays attention in class…on her boobs But Nevertheless, he's really good at it, unlike me who sleeps all the time during class. That or I zone out and stare at Kyle and his perfect face.
I finally find him talking (flirting more like it) with this really tall, pretty blue eyed blonde girl. I shout his name, running towards him. I can tell he sees me out of the corner of his eye, because he winks at the girl and tells her something that makes her blush and walk away to her friends. He turns to me, leaning on his locker.
"Kyle-"
"Your Boyfriend." He says playfully, smiling knowing that when he says it, it ticks me off. I mean, he doesn't even know I like him, or care for the matter. Only Kenny knows.
I sigh and roll my eyes. "Kyle gave me this letter. It's in French, so I don't understand a word of it. Can you ike, decode the thing?"
He takes the note from my and stuffs it in his orange parka. "Yea, sure dude." The bell rings, and we say our good-bye's before going off to our next hour.
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I swear I was shaking so bad during the end of class. I wanted to know what that note said! When the bell finally rang, I shot out of the room, and went to Kenny's locker. I waited there for about a minute or so, when I saw him walk towards me, with that type of grin on his face that has "OHEMGEE-i-know-something-that-you-don't" written all over it.
He hands me the same paper, but looks me straight in the eyes. "I translated it correctly. No joke, and meet him, or I'll kill you." He smiles and walks off leaving me alone, a little dazed and confused. I shrug it off and go into my next hour, note in my hand and feeling a little heavy.
I sit down, setting my stuff aside and I read through it slowly, my heart beating a little faster.
Dear Stan,
I do not know how to say it, but I love you.
More than A Friend
I don't care if you feel the same way, But i needed to get this off my chest.
so if you translate this today, meet me after the school. ' kay?
(if u want to)
I must have been gawking at the note for about half the class, smiling like crazy when the teacher suddenly decided to whack her ruler against my desk.
"STAN! LISTEN UP!" she yelled, trying to grab the note. If she did, I'd be dead. She always reads the notes passed during class aloud to the class. I quickly did the stupidest thing I'd ever d in my life.
I ate it.
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I'd earned myself a spot on Saturday detention, but that didn't matter.
It was 7th hour.
I'd be in a load of trouble when my parents found out, but that didn't matter. Nothing matters when your Super Best Friend/ The person you've had a deep crush on says "I Love You" and its 7th hour…
2 minutes till the end of school, and 2 minutes till you get to see them.
A/N: Nite Nite!