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It's the only thing I can hear as I walk in the halls.
Stan and Kyle are
really good friends!
I heard neither of them has a girlfriend! I
wonder why that is?
You can barely separate the two! You almost
never see one without the other!
But it's exactly that that triggers this emotion inside of me. Jealousy?—hate?—both? In my suppressed world I always leap in joy when I hear his name, only to be dampened once more with the sound of the accompanying name. Stan Marsh and Kyle Broflovski. Never just "Kyle" or just "Stan." Always both.
And then there's me, stuck in the middle of such a popular friendship. Who even thinks about me? "Stan Marsh and Kyle Broflovski!"—but how about Kenny McKormick? No, I'm just an invisible friend that tags along for the ride.
I do want him to notice me, but he's so oblivious. Hell, he can't even see his best friend drooling all over him when they're having wrestling matches in his living room floor. He doesn't see how he looks at him absentmindedly when he's not looking. He doesn't notice the subtle moments of contact he gives him. No, he doesn't notice any of that.
What makes this even sadder is that he likes him back—and neither boy notices anything. What am I but a poor boy to merely watch their ignorant selves miss each other's attempts for the other to notice him?
"He so likes you, dude," I decide to point out one day out of pure annoyance. "Just get the fuck together and stop making this longer than it needs to be."
"You think he likes me?" he asks me, but all I can do is repeat myself. Not only that, but he's oblivious to my own feelings. "What do I do?"
"Tell him you like him," is all I can say. "Don't make it longer than it needs to be. "He loves you, you love him. There's nothing else to it."
"Thanks, dude."—and I'm being hugged. Ah, screw the fact that I've criticized the both of them for their subtle moments of contact; I'm enjoying mine quite well.
But it hurts to convince him to like someone else, yet what can I do? I have no chance. I'm overtaking the opinions of so many others merely by liking him. Everyone thinks they were meant to be together. I'm the only one on my side.
Of course, I'm there to watch it all happen. I'm there when he confesses his inner feelings. I'm there when the two finally embrace in a hug I'm sure both were dying to have. I'm there when he kisses him on the forehead, progressing down his body. I'm there for all of it, and the whole time I can only think of how much more annoying those comments in the hall will be.
I guess it'll always be just Stan Marsh and Kyle Broflovski. Never me and him.
So does Kenny like Stan or Kyle? I'll let you decide.