My head canon is Kyle pulling an Angelica Schylur for either Wendy(so she can get Stan) or Butters(so he can get Kenny). But I want to give Style some spotlight for once, even if it's one-sided. Also, I tried to keep everyone in character, but I don't exactly know how to do that soooooo...yeah. ...Smh I almost wrote 'female girls' instead of 'teenage girls'.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
The sound of the ball hitting against the rim was beginning to frustrate Kyle. Normally, he had been pretty good at basketball. But the past few days had been shit, and he needed to take his frustrations out. Punching the wall hadn't worked, and everyone knew that Kyle Broflovski didn't cry, not for self pity at least. So when his friends asked him if he wanted to play basketball, he gladly accepted the offer. Unfortunately, it wasn't working.
He groaned when the ball bounced back to the other end of the court. It didn't take long for his friends to see how frustrated he was when he started stomping over. Stan stepped foward, "Woah dude, you ok?" Kyle looked at him with an empty smile. He appreciated Stan's concern, he really did. But he couldn't help but think, This is your fault.
But then Kyle thought of Wendy, someone who was like a sister to him. He adored Wendy, even if she could be annoying sometimes. So he was surprised when he took the blame away from Stan and placed it on the wonderful lady.
...No, that was a lie. It was Kyle's fault, and he knew it. He just didn't want to admit it. But at the end of the day, it was him who decided to fall in love and sacrifice his own needs for someone he cared about. If Kyle had been selfish, he wouldn't be here right now. Instead, it would be Wendy that was hiding behind smiles and taking her emotions out on objects. He frowned; he couldn't do that, not to Wendy.
The story is your average love triangle. There was the one who the other two liked(Stan), the childhood friend(Kyle), and the one that joined in last(Wendy). However, there was no fighting over Stan's love. For you see, this triangle had a twist. Instead of frequent cat fights, there were unknown sacrifices made by one person: Kyle.
The whole situation had started when Kyle got a crush on Stan, something that happened long, long ago. At that time, it was only Kyle and his dear Super Best Friend. He couldn't be happier. But then he met Wendy Testaburger; a kind, strong, smart, determined feminist.
It was in the library. Token had recommended a book about some fantasy world where humans were thought to be extinct and the world had been overrun with goblins and elves. "I would tell you everything, but you have to read it for yourself," that was what Token advised.
So Kyle decided to follow Token's advice and look for the novel. After more than thirty minutes browsing through the fantasy section, he was beginning to wonder if the library even had the book. It was then when a girl with a lilac beret made her way over.
"You lookin' for something?" she asked. Kyle sighed as a response.
"Yeah, but I can't find it," he complained, "this is fuckin' ridiculous; how long does it take to find a damn book?" The girl put her finger on the spine of Crushed Souls, making sure it landed on the title. She looked at Kyle.
"What's it called?"
"Diversity, I believe."
She began to move her finger amongst the spine of each book, having what seemed to be an endless search. She began to speak without making eye contact. "Hm, you don't have bad taste. But I personally prefer historical fiction," she commented, the adventure for the novel continuing. Her finger stopped, and she pulled out a book. Sure enough, the book that Token praised was in her hands. She gave it to Kyle, "Here you go."
Kyle smiled, his eyes scanning the front. "Thanks!" He raised his head to meet her eyes, but stopped. She looked so familiar. "Do I know you?" he asked. The girl gave a sheepish shrug.
"Kinda? We don't talk much, but I've seen you around at school. Not sure if you heard of me; Wendy Testaburger?"
His eyes brightened, knowledge flooding his brain. "Of course! You're the valedictorian as of this moment, right?" Wendy gave him a nod of confirmation. She winked.
"Yup! And hey, I'm staying valedictorian. Don't think you can steal my position," she teased. Kyle gave her a grin.
"Well Ms. Testaburger, know that I'm not far behind you," he held out his hand, "Kyle Broflovski, salutatorian." She grabbed his hand and shook it.
"Heard of Kyle, never knew you were him though."
"Yeah well, I don't hang out with girls that much."
"Loser wise or I-prefer-guys wise?"
He couldn't help but laugh a little. He smiled, "I'm not a loser, I just...can't with girls."
Wendy put her hand on her hip. She puffed, "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Kyle rolled his eyes.
"Dude, I didn't mean it like that. Calm the fuck down. I just...look, you're one of the two teenage girls I get along with. And even then, you don't count since we just met."
That sentence seemed to satisfy Wendy. She backed off, her expression relaxing. "Oh, sorry. I may be a bit of a feminist."
"A bit?"
"Ok I am one," she admitted. She brushed a stray hair behind her ear. She continued, "But that's only because people can be dicks. Like, you know Eric Cartman? He is so sexist, racist, and rude!"
Kyle gave her a sympathetic smile, "Trust me, that's only the beginning."
This event was the start of a beautiful friendship. Kyle and Wendy began to hung out frequently. It got to the point where Wendy became Kyle's third best friend, only behind Kenny and Stan. Kyle was the brother Wendy never had and Wendy was the sister Kyle never had. Stan and Kenny noticed this new beauty their friend was hanging out with and decided to ask about her.
"She's my friend, we met at the library," he explained when they asked. Kenny cocked his brow.
"You sure about that Ky? I mean, you seem kinda' int' each other," he questioned. Kyle rolled his eyes.
"Nah, I consider Wendy a sister if anything. The way I love my family, that's the way I love Wendy. It's nothing more than that." Stan took a sip of his soda.
"Whatever you say dude." Kyle leaned against the table, his bright, green eyes widening.
"No it's true! Look, how about I introduce you guys to each other? I'm sure you'll like her." Kenny and Stan mumbled a pathetic 'sure'. Kyle noticed their unenthusiasm, but he arranged the meeting anyway. He'll never forget how the three of them hit it off immediately. However, throughout the event, the red head noticed some odd behavior from Wendy.
She was very shy and reserved the whole time, nothing like her usual self. She also was very blushy and fidgety, similar to how Kyle used to act around Stan. She did nothing but pick at her food, only responding to yes or no questions. After dinner, he approached her in private.
"Not so fast!" he said as he grabbed her arm and pulled her back. She cocked her brow.
"Did I do something?"
"No, of course not," he assured her. Wendy breathed a sigh of relief. Kyle continued, "What was up with you back there? You were acting...weird." The girl's face burst into flames. She looked away embarrassed. Kyle leaned to the side in an attempt to meet her eyes. "Wendy, what's going on? You know you can tell me anything."
She began to play with her fingers. "I...I'll tell you when I'm ready." Kyle nodded.
"That's completely fine."
And so, weeks and weeks went by with Wendy acting strange around Kyle and his friends. The red head had to admit, it was infuriating not knowing what was wrong with her. But she didn't want to tell him as of now, so he had to be patient. To rush someone was wrong, after all.
A month had passed, and Kyle still didn't know why Wendy was acting such a way. But later that day, they sat on a bench quietly. And without a single word, she blurt it out, "I love Stan." Kyle laughed nervously. She what?
"I-I'm sorry, what?"
"I love Stan!" she cried out. Kyle was appalled to see tears forming in her eyes. She continued, a bit more calmly this time, "I love Stan, ok? It was love at first sight, something I'm not ashamed of believing in. So yeah. That was why I was acting so weird."
Kyle had to take a moment to process all of that. Wendy? In love with Stan? The one he loved? If it was Cartman, he would take the raven for himself without a second thought. A stranger as well. But Wendy, his non-sister? No, he couldn't hurt her like that. She had worked so hard in her life, supporting great causes and staying down the right path. She deserves Stan a hell of a lot more than me, he thought sadly.
So he said three words: "I'll help you." The new look on Wendy's face made him smile a little, but his heart was still shattered.
It started off with small conversations between our future lovers. Then Kyle invited Wendy to most of their hang outs, his reasoning being "she's one of the guys". Next, Stan and Wendy started to hang out on their own. Finally, Wendy asked the boy out. And much to Kyle's unknown dismay, he accepted.
Now they were here, Kenny, Stan, and Cartman giving Kyle weird looks. But the words 'I'm fine' were enough to make them back off. They turned around and continued to make various shots. Kyle picked up the ball and let out a heavy sigh. He smiled sadly.
At least Wendy's happy.