Author's Note: Oh noes, another Style VS Kyman fic?! Eh, whatever. I'm bored and there aren't too many fics with this love triangle as the main thing anyways. I just got home from eating out with my family and I'm fucking exhausted, but I'm determined to write because I'm not THAT tired and still bored as hell. So let's get to the story, shall we? Enjoy!
Full Summary: Wendy has once again broken up with Stan (oh, the cliché-ness!) and it's now up to Kyle to clean up the mess she left behind. But Stan refuses to let him help, blaming him for the breakup and saying some particularly hurtful things that ultimately breaks their friendship. Hurt and miserable, Kyle turns to Cartman for comfort and, surprisingly, receives it. But what happens when Stan begins to feel strong surges of jealousy at their newfound "friendship"?
STAN'S POV
"Look, Wendy, I-"
"I don't wanna hear it, Stan! You obviously value Kyle over me, so why should I stay with you if you're gonna spend most of your time with your 'Super Best Friend'?!"
"But Kyle and I have been friends since Pre-School! You've got to understand-"
"Understand what, Stan? That you can't give me your attention because you're too busy giving it to someone else?! We're over. Have fun with your best friend."
I could only watch helplessly as Wendy walked away angrily. Millions of thoughts whizzed through my head as I tried to think through the pain in my chest.
We're over. Have fun with your best friend.
Best friend.
Super Best Friend.
Kyle.
We're over because of Kyle.
Clenching my fists, I glared at the ground. That goddamn son of a bitch! He's the reason Wendy and I were done. He couldn't just stay out of the way.
Mind teeming with anger, I walked through the hallways of South Park Elementary until I found the one I was looking for getting books from his locker.
The oblivious redhead looked over at me and smiled innocently; a smile that I wasn't sure I could trust anymore. "Hey Stan!" he greeted me cheerfully.
He obviously didn't know what he'd done.
"You couldn't just stay out of the way, could you?" I snapped, cutting to the chase immediately. His smile turned into a confused frown. "Of what?" he asked.
I slammed my fist into the locker next to him, making him flinch with fear. "The reason Wendy and I broke up was because of you!" I practically yelled in his face.
His vibrant emerald eyes widened. "W-Why me?" he stuttered, shrinking down. I gave him some space, still glaring daggers at him.
"She said the reason she was breaking up with me was because I spent time with you instead of her." I growled, "She thinks you're more important to me than she is."
I continued on, "I tried to tell her that wasn't the case! But she didn't believe me, and it's your fault!" but when that confused look in his eyes turned into hurt, I realized I made a mistake.
He began to glare at me even more heatedly than I glared at him. "Is it really my fault, Stan? Or is it because you don't wanna blame yourself?" he told me.
"What the fuck does that mean?" I asked. "It happens all the time. I always comfort you when you're sad, and whenever you have a problem I help you with it." he began.
"But when it comes to my problems and troubles, you never care unless I'm about to die! And I don't think that's even what you care about!" he continued, barely holding back tears.
Seriously, what the fuck did that mean? Of course I cared! He's my Super Best Friend! Why wouldn't I care? But then again, that's what broke Wendy and me up…
"The only reason you cared was because I wouldn't be there to take your pain for you. You can't deal with it yourself, and if I can't do it for you, you get mad at me!"
Tears began to run down his pale face. "Am I really only worth that much to you, Stan? Because if what Wendy said was right, then she must be worth less than a grain of dirt to you!"
I was extremely taken aback by his outburst. Was that really what he thought of me? Was I really as selfish as he thought I was? Was he correct?
Kyle still wasn't done. By now, he was pretty much sobbing his words out. "The only reason I kept going was because I really do care about you. But in truth, you're only a selfish asshole!"
And with that, he turned and ran off. It was like he was deliberately leaving my life forever. The sensation in my chest was a thousand times as painful as when Wendy broke up with me.
It felt like somebody was ripping my ribcage in two and furiously ripping out the insides. It was just like as if Kyle had taken off the burden I placed on him and tossed it back to me.
Kyle.
Super Best Friend.
Best friends since Pre-School.
Always comforted me when I was sad.
Helped me with my problems.
Gone forever.
I had lost everyone who mattered to me. First, Wendy, who shouldn't have mattered to me in the first place. And now, Kyle, my best friend who I should have loved more than anything.
Even Wendy.
Suddenly I realized none of this was his fault in the first place. It was my fault I treasured Wendy so much more than him. It was my fault I leaned on him so much.
I sunk to my knees and began to cry to myself. Kyle wasn't here to take the pain off of my chest anymore. Now I know how he felt. Worthless. Forgotten. Alone.
I wanted to apologize so badly; you have no idea. But my chances to do so were long gone. And for the first time at last, I was completely helpless.
End of Chapter
Author's Note: Wellp, I hope you enjoyed reading about Stan's pain, because next chapter we move onto Kyle's POV! And we get to read about his pain instead. But it'll be short-lived since Daddy Cartman is there to comfort him when we thought he wouldn't. AND SO THE KYMAN BEGINS! See you next chapter!