Hey guys this is my second Style fanfic! Its actually my second story all together. I hope you guys like it! It took me a lot of time! Anyway please review if you read this! Thank you :D

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I was sitting at the bus stop. The cold air brushed against my face. It didn't bother my anymore, since it was like this everyday. My hands were stuffed in my pockets, and my green gloves kept me even more warm. I gazed at my best friend who was at least 5 feet away from me. He was leaning against the stop sign, staring down at his phone. He was texting, probably Wendy. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. My name is Kyle Broflovski, I'm 14 years old, and I don't know when it was that I started liking my best friend, Stan Marsh. I think it was sometimes around 3rd or 4th grade, when he started dating Wendy. I grew jealous over time, and began to hate Wendy. I honestly don't know why because she was usually nice to me. Love can have that sort of affect on a person though. But I swear sometimes I really felt like I wanted to slap her across the face because it seemed like she was flirting with Stan in front of me just to piss me off. Stan didn't know I liked him. He didn't even know I was gay. No one did, not even my parents. I knew if I told Stan he'd think I was an idiot and never want to be my friend again. If I told my parents, I'd have to put up with my mom's bitch fit for the rest of my life. So for now, I'm keeping it to myself. I guess I'd be fine, even though it killed me inside.

"Hey Stan!" Wendy ran up behind him, wrapped her thin arms around him and kissed his cheek gently. I froze, watching the act. I looked away and down the street looking for the bus, ignoring them. Or at least trying. I sighed. Finally, the bus arrived. Stan and Wendy stopped talking and got on the bus after me. Kenny and Cartman after them. I'd somehow managed to block the from my mind most of the time.

"Would you sit down and shutup?!" screamed the bus driver, . She was yelling at Cartman who took the longest time to get on the bus. I don't know why she screamed at him to shutup. He wasn't even talking. I guess that was just what was used to saying all the time. Stan ignored Wendy and sat down next to me. At first she had a somewhat disappointed look on her face. Wendy seemed fine 2 seconds later when she sat down next to Heidi and began running her mouth again about who knows what. I was happy that Stan chose me over her… for once. I stayed silent for a while, not knowing what to say. I clenched my jaw, not having the nerve to talk.

"How was your weekend?" Lame question yeah, but that's all that came out when I opened my mouth.

"Fine." He answered. "Wendy wouldn't leave me alone all weekend though." He said rolling his eyes to stare back down blankly at his wallpaper on his phone. It was him and Wendy. Wendy with her arms rapped around his neck kissing him on the cheek and Stan with a sort of half smile that showed he didn't want to be there. Stan loved Wendy, but sometimes Wendy could be really annoying.

"That sucks." I said. He closed his phone and finally looked up at me. "So what are you doing after school?" I asked, leaned back in my seat and wandering my eyes around everywhere but at him.

"Nothing. Wendy's going to the mall with Bebe later so I'm free. You wanna hang out?" he asked. I was just going to ask the same question. I nodded.

"My house?" I suggested.

"Sure." He said nodding and smiling. I looked at him and smiled back. I thought of out conversation. He seemed really annoyed by Wendy today. Not as much as usual. I let the thought escape my mind as I listened to my i-pod for the rest of the bus ride. Anxiously, I waited all day for that bell to rang. Sitting in class, I counted down the minutes before it would ring and I could leave and go see Stan. 3 minutes left, two minutes, one. It rang and I was the first was out of my seat dropping some scrap papers behind me and rushing out the door. I ran to my locker, placing my books on the ground and kneeling down to put in my combination. I got it wrong the first time because I was going so quickly but the second time was right. I took out my bookbag and put my math binder and math folder inside because math was the only subject I had homework in.

"Kyle!" The sound of name forced me to turn back where I saw Stan running down the hallway towards me. His back pack over his right shoulder, and him holding onto his head because his hat looked like it was about to fall off. The only time he wore his blue hat with the red poofball on top was when we were outside, no constantly everywhere he went anymore. "You wanna walk to your house with me?" he asked catching his breath and fixing his hat to go over his messy black hair.

"Yeah dude let's go." I said picking up my bookbag and shutting the door to my locker. Stan put out his hand to help me off the ground which was nice. He thought of it as a friend thing to do, I wished it was more. The two of us started down the hallway. We walked outside into cold air, which wasn't nearly as cold as this morning. There was a light layer of snow on the ground, covering the snow from last week, and leaving a soft sheet in the parking lot. I shoved my hands into my coat pockets and looked forward to notice it had began snowing again. It was a light snow and not nearly enough for them to cancel school. We walked the whole way talking about nothing but school, and how boring Mr. Garrison was. Finally we arrived at my house.

"Home." I announced loudly as we walked through the door. My mother came running down the stairs with my eight year old brother Ike trotting behind her slowly.

"Welcome home bubbula!" She exclaimed rapping her arms around me like she hadn't seen me in weeks. "And hello Stanley." She greeted soon stepping out of my path leading to the stairs.

"Were gonna go hang out in my room mom." I said placing my back pack near the door. Stan did the same.

"Behave you too." She said walking into the kitchen, Ike still following at a steady pace.

We walked up to my room and my door was already open. I noticed the carpet had been vacuumed and there was a clean pile of clothes on my bed. I walked over and put them in my drawer sitting on the bed. I felt like this was the perfect moment. The perfect one too tell Stan how I really felt about him, that… I loved him. But no. It would ruin our friendship forever. I was taking off my mittens and my jacket and placing them on the chair to my desk.

"So whadya wanna do?" Stan asked innocently sitting down next to me.

"I don't know. TV?" I suggested.

"Maybe later. How about we just talk?" I was a little surprised because I didn't think he would rather talk then watch TV.

I looked at him. "About what?" I wondered, this time keeping my emerald green eyes on his dark brown ones.

"Well." He said, hesitantly, "I'm kinda pissed at Wendy. She never leaves me alone. I know were dating and all but she's become a little obsessive and possessive with me. Like I'm all hers and she never wants me outta her sight. I love her a lot but she just pisses me of so much sometimes." He finished, grasping his hat in his hand and running his other hand slowly through his dark black hair.

"Then tell her to leave you alone." I stated, not caring at all by his story. He gave me a confused face.

"I can't just do that dude. She'll have a serious bitch fit and tell her she thinks I mean nothing to her. She already noticed I'm getting somewhat annoyed by her and asked about it. I can't have her be mad at me for something else now too." He let go of his hat, letting in drop to the ground, then kicking it across my room. I watched it hit the door and fall back on the ground.

"I don't know what to say then." I think Stan completely ignored me because he continued talking.

"I mean she's the most…" he paused, "One of the most important things to me."

"What's the most important?" I asked wondering his sudden change in mind.

"Not to sound gay…" he started, "But we've been friends for a while and I always considered you the most.." He looked away from me.

I smiled and placed my hand on his back. I could feel his heart beating a littlie bit faster than normal as I tried to comfort him. "Its ok dude. You mean a lot to me too." Damn that just sounded really gay. I thought of the two things we'd said. I said that he meant a lot to me and Stan said I was the most important thing in his life. They were both pretty equal. He looked at me and pulled me into a hug.

"Thanks dude." I knew he felt a little weird. I just didn't know if he regretted saying it to me or not.

"I love you." Shit. I slipped. The bad thing was that it didn't sound like an 'I love you' that friends say to each other but like I really meant it… and I did. It didn't take Stan long to just give me a blank stare and open his lips just a little as if he was going to say something. My hands were over my mouth and the expression on my face made me look like I was scared to death. My wide eyes stared blankly into his and he leaned over and kissed me on the lips. I felt my face blush red and my heart was racing. The kiss was soft, innocent, short. But I loved every second of it. The first few seconds felt like forever, and I felt like I was dreaming. In fact, I thought any second I was going to wake up and hit myself over the head for being an idiot to dream about Stan, which I had done before. But no, I felt his warm lips pressed up again mine, I felt his breathing on my face and his hand on my shoulder. My eyes had been closed the whole time and when I opened them, his eyes were shut too. He finally opened his too as he parted from the kiss.

"Do you really?" he asked.

I nodded. "For a while." I admitted, feeling my face still flushed with red.

"How long is that?" he questioned. I didn't know if I wanted to tell him. But considering this could be the only opportunity, I might as well.

"Since 4th grade."

"Are you serious dude?"

"Yeah… I just started getting jealous of Wendy. I don't know what came over me but…" He interrupted me with a kiss.

"Don't make up lies Broflovski." He laughed. "I've liked you too."

"But you've been going out with Wendy since then. If you liked me then why were you?" I asked. He was making no sense to me.

"At first when she asked me out, I said yes, to make you jealous." He grinned deviously at me.

"Really so you've been trying to make me jealous for the past 5 years?" I said sarcastically.

"I guess I started to like her a little. But I've loved you all the years, a lot more than I loved her. I wanted to you, I would do anything to get away from her if I could be with you." I couldn't believe what he was saying. Stan Marsh, the one I've loved, admits to loving me back. Its just unreal, yet so real at the same time.

Stan got up and locked my door. I wondered what he was about to do. I watched as he came and sat down back next to me. "What's going on?" I asked unsurely.

Stan smiled a little and laughed. I'd then realized how close he was to me. His chocolate brown eyes were so close to my eyes. Our bodies were almost touching. I could feel his breathing although I couldn't hear it. His breath, smelled like mint. He'd probably been chewing gum. I'd remembered getting a piece from him earlier that day in homeroom. Stan got closer to my face. The scent of mint became stronger and more delightful. I'd taken in a deep breath before Stan pressed his lips against mine again. One of his arms was placed on my shoulder, the other on my back, so I did the same. As the innocent kiss turned into a little bit more, I could feel Stan putting a little bit of pressure on me to lay down. I was pushed against my bed as he moves his leg over me and I was now pinned down. It wasn't forceful, gentle and sweet. I felt his mouth open and our tongues met for the first time. It was a good feeling. I was making out with my best friend. I took my hand off of his back and started moving my hand through his hair. My other hand which was on his shoulder was now slightly going back and forth against his neck. I know he enjoyed it because he was slightly moaning, not loud but I could hear them. Now he was running his fingers thorough my red curls. I hadn't wore my heat much anymore, except when I went outside, like Stan. I didn't have so much of a "jewfro" anymore but more silky, soft, short curls. I liked them better than the jewfro anyway. I loved when Stan touched them too. I could feel myself blushing again, and Stan's eyes were opened completely locked on mine. I could see him staring at me and noticing my now red face. He stared passionately into my eyes. Then he closed them to continue his work. He was such a great kisser. Lots of practice I suppose. He backed away from me.

"You're great." He smiled breathing heavily.

"So are you." I caught my breath easily. Stan took his phone out of his front pocket. It was ringing.

"Sorry I gotta take this." He said opening his phone and putting it on speaker. I didn't really mind. "Hey Wendy." Ugh. The sound of her voice made me roll my eyes and lean back on my pillow. "Yeah sorry. No I forgot. Ok. I'll be there." He shut his phone.

"What was that all about?" I asked feeling that Stan was going to leave me.

"Bebe was sick today so Wendy needed someone to go to the mall with her. I said yes when Wendy asked me about halfway through the day, not even thinking about me and you hanging out." I sighed.

"So you're gonna leave me." I asked sounding depressed.

"You can come." Stan suggested.

He knew how much I hated the mall.

"I hate that place. It's so stupid!" I complained.

"Its not my favorite place to be either," he reassured, "But if we don't go, I'll never be able to break the news to Wendy." I sighed.

"Well I guess it would be a great way to start of her week." I laughed, Stan placed his hand on my shoulder and laughed along with me.

It may not end up being the best day for Wendy, but I knew it would be for me. At least that's what I thought…

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