I am a major Style fan girl, so I decided I HAD to write a fanfiction~! This isn't a one-shot, by the way, and in the story they are around 13/14. Anyway, who went to Connecticon 09!? It was the best con ever!!! I made so many friends, and it was just awesome XD. I even saw South Park cosplayers (who I attacked for hugs every time I saw them XD).
I'm also going to be cosplaying as Kyle soon ^_^
I slapped my alarm clock until I smacked the off button, and sat up in my bed. I stretched, rubbed my eyes, and all those other waking-up-shit rituals. My hair was insane this morning, due to me tossing and turning so much in my sleep. I got up, cracking my fingers while I trudged over to my bathroom. I stripped out of my boxers, stepping into the tub for a shower. I relaxed once I felt the hot water hitting my back, and massaged shampoo into my red hair. I thank the years for letting my Jewfro change into silky curls; it's straight at the root and curls at the ends. I also have bangs, which my mom hates because she wants to let everyone see my green eyes. Apparently, my eyes are neon green with silver flecks in them, as people tell me, but I don't see them. I also have a few very light freckles sprinkled across my nose thanks to the sun.
I rubbed the soap along my pale skin, and sighed.
Today's the first day of eighth grade.
I guess I'm pretty excited, I mean, it's my last year of middle school, and there's going to be a trip to New York in May for all the eighth graders. And starting this year, I've been friends with my best friend in the entire world, Stan Marsh, for ten years. And… he's been dating Wendy Testicle- I mean Testaburger for like… six years. But it was always an on-off thing, and at least I can say I was Stan's first kiss.
Yeah, I know, gay.
But it was in kindergarten, and I saw it on T.V., so I ran up to Stan and kissed him. No biggie. Except I sort of think Stan's hot. But I'm going through puberty… it's totally normal… right?
I shook my head, stepping out of the bath and drying myself off quickly. I admired my naked self in the mirror, and I know it sounds creepy but I want to see how I'm doing. Well, I still have baby fat (I have the cute boyish charm on my face), and I'm skinny, but I have a little belly. I also don't have any acne, and thank God none on my back like boys my age are supposed to have. Ew, that's so gross.
I walked into my room, opening my drawer and finding some clothes to wear. It's usually cold here in Colorado, but during the summer it warms up to be about in the seventies, so I don't have to worry about the weather being cold until Mid-October. I put on some boxers, forest green skinny jeans, and a green sleeveless shirt with a zip-up white sweater over it. I also put my hat on, it just sort of… completed my outfit, I should say. And plus, Stan likes my hat. And I like his hat.
I slung my back-pack over my shoulder, running down the stairs two steps at a time.
"Hey mom," I greeted my mother.
"Hey sweetie, good luck on your first day of school!" She gives me some lunch money and I'm out the door, running down the street to my bus stop. I felt my heart skip a beat. Stan was there.
When exactly did I start liking Stan? About… two years ago on my twelfth birthday.
.:Flashback:.
Kyle Broflovski regretted inviting Eric Cartman, because of course, the guy brought alcohol. To Kyle's TWELFTH birthday. He was barely a teenager, and he thanked God that his parents decided to go on a vacation the week of his birthday, so he was home alone. His Super Best Friend Stan's fruit punch was spiked by none other than the lard-ass himself, and Stan was really tipsy.
Kyle watched his Super Best Friend stumble through the crowd. "Aw shit,"
Kyle ran over to Stan, supporting the raven haired male. "Alright Stan…"
He lead Stan up the stairs to his bedroom, the poor boy had thrown up on himself downstairs. He started stripping the raven, and before he knew what was going on, he was pinned down to the floor by the raven himself.
"Kyyyyle… you look so preeeeettyyy…" Stan giggled in drunken bliss.
Kyle blushed, his blush reaching his ears. "S-Stan!! Y-you're drunk and you have a girlfriend!"
"I don't give a flying horse-fuck about her," Stan slurred, his face moving dangerously close to Kyle's.
Kyle the noticed how blue Stan's eyes were, and how silky his hair was, and how his lips were pink and the shape was perfect to fit his own mouth. Before he knew what he was doing, he craned his neck up and planted a sloppy, wet kiss on the drunken Stan's lips.
.:Flashback over:.
I blushed furiously. We didn't go all the way, and really, we kissed a few times. But the rest of the night was me giving Stan a bath, falling asleep next to him, and waking up to him puking in the toilet, and bitching that he was going to kill Cartman. He didn't remember the kissing or any of the stuff he said at all.
I stopped when I neared Stan. He turned to give me his stunning smile. His hair is as straight, silky, and black as it was when we were eight. His neon blue eyes are one of my favorite things about him. He still has a cute boyish charm, we both have a baby face. He was a few inches taller than me, I'm about 5'3 and he's 5'8. I sort of have to look up to talk to him, but that's okay. Stan was wearing his skinny jeans (skinny jeans are really popular right now), and a blue t-shirt with 'Fuck Off' written on it in Japanese. He also had fishnet arm socks, and a blue bandana around his neck, very much like a 'scene kid'. He also had his hat on, my favorite one with the red cotton ball at the top. He looked gorgeous.
"Hey, we have band practice later, right?" He asked, throwing his arm around my shoulders. I felt my ears turn red. He smelled like Axe Chocolate, or whatever.
"U-um, yeah!" I responded. I wish I could wrap my arm around his waist, but he'd laugh and say something like, 'dude, gay'.
I didn't mention that we're in a band, did I? Well, we're in a band called After December. I'm the lead singer, I sing really well, and I also play guitar. Stan's also a singer, he sings a few songs and he sings in the background, he also plays guitar. Kenny's our drummer, and Token is our bassist. Cartman said he had better things to do than fag out in a band, and over the years we became pretty close with Token. We mostly played covers, but we had a few songs of our own, too. Our last show was last week at a bowling alley.
"Cool," He smiled. "Do you know if you're going to go on the trip to New York in April? The school's already sending out the payment sheets, what a bunch of cheap fags."
I chuckled. "Yeah, right. I'm going. My mom was like '450 dollars to send my buhbee to New York for a week!? That's a deal!'. I swear she's a stereotypical Jew, looking for dollars and pennies."
Stan laughed. His laugh sounded like a peal of bells to me, and it was perfect, just like him. He suddenly stopped, and looked at me.
"Dude, I love you." I felt my stomach do a back flip. He, of course, meant he loved me like a brother since we're Super Best Friends, but I pretend he means he's in love with me.
"I love you too." I meant it.
He grinned at me, and I couldn't help but grin back. The bus was just coming down the street, and he let go of me. I decided to drop a hint, and subtly let my hand brush his thigh. I was looking the other way, but I could feel him staring at me. I blushed a little, and glanced at him. He was giving me a confused look.
"Hey the bus is here." I said, climbing on with Stan behind me. We were headed towards the back before a felt some one smack my ass. I yelped, blushing.
"Nice ass, Broflovski!" I heard Bebe yell, and I glared at her quickly. She had the biggest crush on me, and I had to double date with Stan and Wendy a few times with Bebe, 'cause Wendy's parents didn't want her out alone with a boy.
I sat down in one of the last back seats, and scooted over for Stan. He was about to sit down when an arm yanked him down in the seat in front and across from me. That fucking bitch Wendy, his girlfriend for like, years, pulled him down so he would sit with her.
Honestly, there is no reason for me to hate her so much. Wendy's really nice to me, and everyone (except Cartman), but I'm so jealous of her that I grew to hate her, because she has Stan, the one thing I want the most. I crossed my arms, staring out the window, being forced to listen to their 'I love you's and kissing sounds. I wanted to punch her and freaking strangle the bitch, but most of all, I wanted to cry. I sometimes wonder why I can't be a normal guy and like girls like Rebecca or Bebe (God FORBID if I were straight that I'd like Bebe). But dude… I'm gay for my Super Best Friend.
I sighed, and felt something plop next to me.
"Dude are you okay?" I heard Stan's voice and my heart skipped a beat.
I turned to look at his cute face, and it took all my might not to kiss him right then and there. But I didn't.
"Yeah, I'm just dandy." My voice cracked.
Stan sighed, and hugged me. "You sure?"
"Yeah, positive." I hugged him, smiled to myself.
I loved when he hugged me. I don't know, it's just… I love it. I wanted him to hold me forever and kiss my lips and tell me he loves me. But that's not going to happen anytime soon.
He pulled away and smiled at me. "Hey, want to go on a double date Friday?"
I sighed. "Why n-"
Cartman cut me off. "Yeah, the date will be you and Stan and Wendy and Bebe! I know Kahl will loooove that!"
I blushed. "Shuttup fatass!"
"HA! I knew it!" Cartman laughed menacingly. "The stupid Jew's face is all red!"
"Shuttup Cartman!" Stan punched Cartman in the nose, and Cartman started swearing at him, but eventually calmed down and moved up a few seats to sit with Butters.
I smiled, brushing my hand against his thigh again.
"Dude, gay." Stan laughed, and I played along, laughing.
Stan just broke my heart a little.
How did you like the first chapter? I hope it was good! And the next chapter will probably be them at school ^_^
