Disclaimer: I do not own South Park in any form. Although I wish to give Kenny a hug.
Stan and Kyle: A Shared Dream.
Stan followed Kyle home for the next few blocks. His thoughts as usual on what he would say if Kyle figured out he was following him. "Er, Sorry? I felt like it." or "Dude, I was just going for a walk, you just so happened to be going in the same direction.". "Oh Fuck it!" Stan mummbeled. He knew Kyle was his best friend and that was one thing he never wanted to change. But it was one of the big reasons why he was following Kyle in the first place. Things had become really weird as of late.
--------------------------------As of Late, past over the last few days, er and nights.
"Kyle?" the boy looked up at him from where he sat on his bed in his room. "What's wrong?" Stan moved closer to the redhead, sitting on the bed he got a weird reaction from Kyle, no reaction. After all, Kyle seemed to always try to talk to him,or come up with something funny to say. The room stayed silent. "Kyle?" Stan breathed his friend's name again. This time Kyle very slowly turned around and faced Stan. His emerald eyes were lost and confused. They also spoke to Stan where Kyle himself failed. It made him want to jump up from the bed, but Kyle's hand clasped around his stopped him. He very slowly sat back down and looked at Kyle with his dark blue eyes expectantly.
"Stan...Please...Stay..." Stan tried to swallow but he felt like something was caught in his throat. Kyle was definatly not acting like himself. It frightened Stan so much, he missed the old Kyle. The Kyle he could joke around with, stare off into space with,
sleep next to when they had sleepovers and not feel awkward. The Kyle now made him want to run out the door and not look back. But Kyle had asked him to stay. Asked him for his patience. His company. His help. That was what he was for, right? That's what a best friend was for. So Stan stayed. Stan nodded to Kyle and tried to relax on the bed, when Kyle leaned up against him, his heart began racing oddly.
"Kyle?"
"C-C-cold." Kyle shivered. Stan didn't know wether to believe him or not, Kyle had become a very good liar. He had often enough begun telling his mother more foolish lies, so he could sneak off and do things she wouldn't want him too. But no one could really blame him, after all she was the bitch of the century.
"Oh yeah?" Stan said, but all the same awkwardly leaned back against him.
"Stan." Kyle sounded huskily and then suddenly Stan's body moved without his permission.
He pushed Kyle down on the bed and pushed his legs on either side of Kyle's thighs. He leaned forward and brushed his forehead against Kyle's, thier eyes mere inches away from each other, but both of them misty with lust.
"Kyle..."
"Stan...I need you to"
"Yeah?"
"I need-" BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Stan flew forward in his bed and then looked around is room. Then he heard someone stir on the floor beside him. "Fuckin shit. Can't you be quiet when your at least sleeping?
Fucker." Cartman glared up at him from within his sleeping bag on the floor.
God, what was Cartman doing at his house again? Oh. That's right. They had had a sleepover because of the exams today and neither really wanted to study but pretend they were. Kyle and Kenny really had wanted to study so they partied while they didn't. It all came back to him now. Thier first year at High school, Freshmen was nearly over. Piece of shit. Wait? He had talked in his sleep. Fuck.
"What do you mean I talked in my sleep?" Stan's mother peeked her head into the room and smiled to see both Cartman and Stan awake.
"Ready you boys? You'll be late if you don't hurry up." Stan's mother smiled at both of them and then closed the door allowing them to hurry and get dressed and then head off to school. Stopping to meet up with KYle and Christophe of course.
"Where have you been bitches"
"Yeah. We've been waiting for hours, Dudes." Stan stopped to talk to them but Cartman just kept walking past them as if they weren't there.
"Why the fuck do I associate myself with such fags."
"You are one, Bitch." sneered Christophe.
"Oh don't pull me into your fucking circle, Fag." snapped Cartman.
"I have a memory of proof quite clearly." Kenny said meekly as if just thinking about it made him sick.
"I told you! I was drunk for fucks sake Kenny! I don't like you!"
There was silence amongst all of them.
"Oh My God! You fucked Kenny!" Stan said in amazement.
"You BASTARD!" snarled Christophe who tackled Cartman and began beating him up.
"Will you two just shut up." Kenny pleaded. "Let's not think about it. It never happened."
"Yeah. Shut up!" Stan said backing Kenny up because clearly it bothered him. But then again if Cartman molested him he might just have nightmares about it too. Which is probably true for anyone...except Wendy.
"God! Fuck! I wish I had been able to tell you to shut up last night! Ugh. Last thing I want to know is going on between you and Kyl-" Stan glowered back at him.
Review please! I Have this story finished. But I want to know what you think so far. 3.