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South Park High decided to make a contest for the school's best friends to prove how strong their friendship really is. They need to pass a number of (often silly and dumb) trials to see how much they know each other, earning points with every right answer and losing a few for every wrong one. And as a prize, they will receive a trip to a randomly chosen destiny. Relying on their scored points, the rooms, the beds and the service will be chosen. Our Super-Best-Friends Stan Marsh and Kyle Broflovski decided to give it a try.

Writer's comment:

Lots of oblivious Stan, lovey-dovey Kyle, pervy Kenny and, of course, our dear asshole Cartman! It's my first fan fiction EVER so please don't kill me if it's not so good or if the 'action' (kissing, etc.) parts don't make much sense to you. (I don't have ANY experience in romantic relationships at all!) So please bear with me, I'll try to make it as believable as possible and hope that it's not too full of kitsch.

There may be hints of Bendy (More in a friendship way), Candy, Clybe, Kebe/Kendy/Bunny, but I'm not sure how many or how frequently they'll occur. We'll see… ^^

Also, I will use some music lyrics of the songs that I'm listening to while writing this. So, if you like Coldplay, Neon Trees and Train, you can expect to meet some 'em lyrics of their songs here (and some other musicians too)! :D

All right, that's about it what I can say to this moment. Have fun reading and please review if you've got the time and if you liked my story! Thank you for that and also thanks for even showing interest to this lil' fan fiction of mine! :))

Greetings and I'll maybe see you again at the end for another little comment. If not, then definitely in the next chapter!

~Cherry

Copyrights:

I don't own South Park or the characters. All rights belong to their rightful owners, Trey Parker and Matt Stone. (Thank you two for making this AWESOME cartoon! 33)

Chapter one – Reassurance and other nice Feelings

-Stan's POV-

Whom do you fancy the most out of your much appreciated schoolmates?

What? Who wrote this fucking question? Shakespeare?

And why the heck is there a need to answer this stupid question? I mean, if someone hasn't realized yet that Kyle Broflovski is my best – no wait, Super-Best-Friend - then they surely have been living under a rock or something!

"*Sigh* Whatever…" I thought and wrote his name down. After I skimmed through the page, I came to realize that this survey is really stupid. No one asks questions like 'What do you TRULY think about your friend?' or 'Are there more than five secrets that you have and didn't tell your friend?' or, the best one, 'Do you feel an unusual itch in your chest while you're around your friend?' Like, seriously, what the fuck is this even?

"Fuck this! I don't want to participate any more…"

"But the chances are very high that we could win the first prize! Please, it just takes you like two minutes or so! And I would LOOOVE to visit a foreign country with you, you know?" Kyle sweetly begged. A little shiver runs over my back and I sighed again.

"Well, okay... if you want it so badly."

"YEAH, Thank YOUUU!" He grinned at me and I gave him somewhat of a smile.

He changed a lot, like A LOT. He used to be a total introvert, never really found of doing a lot of travelling or any socializing at all. But now... Most of the time he's the one who drags me around South Park and wants to go see a movie, take a walk with my dog Sparky or just hang out with Kenny (and apparently, Cartman, but just 'cause Kenny brought him along.) I'm not complaining, not at all! I actually enjoy his new energy, it's catchy! And it makes him much more lively and cheerful. And as a result of that, he seems much happier which leads to much more smiles and laughs from him. And that makes the girls go crazy for him! (But not just the girls, it seems…)

I know, what I'm about to say seems mean and selfish, but I'm kind of happy that he refuses to go out with any of his 'fans'. Like that, he still spends all his free time with me and doesn't waste it with his not-existing-girlfriend. And after my last break-up with Wendy (*sigh*), I can also dedicate all my time to him. And that makes me and supposedly him happy. (Even if we are being called 'fags' in school. But honestly, who the fuck cares?)

"Finished." I simply stated.

"Really? Cool! I hope that we'll win, 'cause I'm sure that it'll be awesome if we go on this trip!" He said with a burst of happiness. I can relate to all those people fangirling or even fanboying for him. He's just adorable!

I must have been staring at him because he gave me an unsecure look and asked me "W…what, is there something in my face?" Laughing to myself, I said: "Nope, but there is something missing."

"Huh, really? What, Stanley?"

"A smile." Ugh, that's just too cheesy, but I couldn't help it and that cute giggling I heard assured me that he wasn't taking it as something bad. Instead, he nudged me in my arm and said: "Idiot!" I laughed at his reaction and we continued our ways to our next class, History.

"Ugh, I can't stand Mrs. Fox and she seems to dislike me quite a lot too."

"Hmm, maybe it's because you're always daydreaming and doodling during her class?" Kyle said with a slight smirk crossing his face. I shrugged. Maybe, but if she wants to change that, she needs to make less boring classes. Seriously, I have never felt such a huge urge to jump out of the window like that time when she told us about Columbus. Okay, he was famous, he did some nice and some bad stuff, he was an idiot and a genius. But you know what? He is DEAD! I don't want to hear shit about someone whose grave is almost falling apart! Yet, Kyle seems to enjoy it quite a lot. What a dork! He always loved school and he even likes to study for exams! Weirdo! But it doesn't bother me. I rather find it amusing to listen to him bragging about how many books he has read and how many new words he learned while reading a stupid 5000 pages book about some old plays or how high his level in WoW is after 'only' playing for 3 hours straight.

I'm always thinking of him in awe. From where does he get all this time to do all this things? I'm almost dying every day because I don't have any time to do my homework, go to football training, hang out with my friends AND study for all the upcoming exams! He's amazing and if he likes doing all this nerdy stuff, I'm not going to stop him. But if someone calls him a 'faggot with no life and hobbies like a caveman' I'm gonna kick his ass until his guts fly out of his mouth! I ain't tolerating such unnecessary comments against my friend. Even if he tells me, that it doesn't bother him if they say such things, I can see the sadness dripping from his false lies. And a sad Kyle isn't something the world needs. End of discussion!

When the bell finally rung and I was about to get the hell out of that classroom, Kyle spoke up to me: "Hey, Stan?"

"Hmm..?"

"Would you like to see this new movie with me tonight?"

"Today?" Excuse my dumbness, but after history classes I'm always feeling like I just woke up.

"Yes, today, Stan. So, what do you think?"

"Mhm, sounds good to me. When should we meet?"

"How 'bout 7 pm, in front of the theatre?"

"Sure!"

"Okay, then it's settled! And no lame excuses! You understand, Marsh?" he said in a playful manner. I chuckled: „Yes sir!"

-Kyle's POV-

"But… but he told me so… He told me that he will return! He promised!"

What a sad movie. Not that I haven't known that from the start or something. Actually, this was the reason why I decided to watch this movie with Stan in the first place. Although you normally wouldn't go and watch a sad, romantic movie with your best friend even if it is your Super-Best-Friend. But he hasn't complained – yet.

Actually, he hasn't said a word since the movie started. Maybe because he seems to have fallen asleep. "Heh, don't you like romance, Stanley?" I whispered to myself, smiling rather absent-minded.

"Huh…?" He opened his eyes all of a sudden and gave me somewhat of a confused look. "Did you say something, Kyle?"

"N...No, nothing!" I blurred out a little bit too fast. But he just gave me a shrug, yawned and actually tried to concentrate on the movie. I glanced at him.

He looked good, an attractive and handsome, athletic guy. What would the girls at our school do to be as near to him as I am at this very moment? "Hey, I could start a business and sell my place beside Stan! I could get rich within a month!" Hah, like I would ever do that… Besides, being near to him is something I would never give up, not even for a single second! He is just too precious to me and his company always makes me feel so good and comforted. Being aware of his presence and warmth at my side is just the best feeling in this world. And if he looks at me or even smiles at me… just thinking of it makes my stomach twist and gives me shivers. "Calm the fuck down, Kyle! What are you, ten again?" Probably…

But my feelings back then were just pure admiration and friendship. But now… Everything's changed. My attitude, my body, my interests… Heck, even my feelings towards my friend. Or should I say 'crush'? Ah, I should stop thinking about it and just enjoy the movie. And right when I finally managed to dedicate at least half of my concentration to the overly dramatic romantic scene happening in front of my eyes, Stan touched my hand.

"WHAAAAAAAAA―?!" A rush of blood flooded up to my head which lead to my burning face being a hard competitive to my auburn red hair.

"Hey, Kyle?"

"Y…Yeah?" I muttered, trying to get my racing heart under control.

"… Ah, forget it."

"Uh, s..sure." What? What did he want to tell me? AAH, I absolutely hate it when people leave me in the dark with not a single clue! *Sigh*, whatever.

I noticed that he hasn't moved his hand away from mine. And thus my face turned an even deeper shade of red. Luckily, he didn't seem to have noticed it. I readjusted myself in the small theatre seat and tried to watch the rest of the movie, which seemed to be getting to an end. "He probably didn't even touch me on purpose. And I'm just overreacting and trying to find a reason behind his actions again." Might be true. After all, he just touched my hand. It's not like he actually held it or something like that. And even if he had held it, what would be so wrong? We did it all the time when we were young and I never tried to interpret it as a way of flirting or a sign of affection. But I guess that's just puberty messing with my mind and feelings again.

"What a bastard…" Judging by Stan turning his head towards me, I haven't just thought that little comment like I intended.

"Uuuhm, what?" He asked with heavy confusion leaking through his voice.

"Ahahaha, the movie, you know. This bastard who played with her feelings…?" I tried to cover up my embarrassment.

"If you say so…" He didn't seem to quite believe me but he also realised that there was no point in asking me about the real reason so he just gave me a crooked smile but kept his eyes locked into mine. "What nice eyes he has. Were they always so greenish-blue?"

Suddenly, all the lights in the dark room lit up and the credits started rolling.

"Ah, god dammit, so bright!" I heard him swearing. I opened my eyes and stood up abruptly. Sunken in my thoughts about his amazing eyes, I've slowly moved my face nearer to his without even realising it.

"Kyle? Do you have a fever? Your face is almost redder than your hair!"

"N…No. I'm… I am fine, thank you."

"Okay." Again, I could make out some disbelief in his words. "What an awful night!"

We quitted the theatre and slowly took our ways towards our homes.

"And… did you like the movie?" I asked slightly timid and with an unsecure look on my face.

"Y…yeah, it wasn't that bad. At least I managed to get some rest." He chuckled and smiled at me. "Sorry, I didn't want to fall asleep but yeah…"

"N…no need to apologize, Stan."

"Okay."

We walked in silence when he suddenly asked me: "Hey, you wanna go and grab something to eat?"

"Uh, sure, why not?"

"Sweet dude, 'cause I'm starving!"

So we changed our direction and went to City Wok to buy some food.

"WERCOME TO SHITTY WOK!" We were greeted by a grey-haired, slightly older Mr. Kim and a cute and shy girl. Probably his daughter.

"Hello." Was our response, which we said in unison.

"So, what do you want?" Stan asked me.

"Uh, I think I'll take the City Shrimp."

"Shrimp is it?" He laughed. "Okay, cool. Hey, Mister Kim, one 'shitty' Shrimp and one 'shitty' Beef, please."

I tried not to laugh as to not offend Mister Kim but I couldn't hold it and chuckled into my scarf.

"Ah, sure, sure. ONE MOMENT, PREASE!"

We took a seat at an empty table, knowing that it would take more than just 'one moment'.

"How much do I owe you?" I asked Stan.

"Nothing."

"Huh? What do you mean with 'nothing'?"

"That you're my guest tonight." He smiled.

"Oh, really? Th…thank you, Stanley." I smiled back, blushing lightly.

"GET YOUL OLDEL, PREASE!"

"Coming!" Stan said, jumping up from his seat and walking towards the counter. I quietly followed him with my eyes, noticing that he has grown quite a bit and his muscle size has also increased again. Am I weird for noticing such things? Who knows…

"Kyle, c'mon dude!"

"Ah, yeah."

We took the path to Stark's Pond, our favourite place to hang out. Probably because it was the only spot in South Park that is nice enough for us to linger around besides our homes. We sat down on the big rock and started to eat.

"Mmmh, this is so good!" I stated.

"Yeah."

I glanced over at him and realised that he was also looking at me. I blushed and cleaned my throat a bit. He chuckled and asked me, if he could have some of my 'shitty' Shrimp.

"If I can have a bit of yours?"

"Sure thing, dude!"

He took some of my noodles and a shrimp. But when I tried to take a bit of his beef, he stopped me.

"Hey, dude! Wha-"

"I'll give it to you!" He gazed at me with a devilish smile forming on his face. What? Did I hear that right? He wants to feed me? "Now, that's a bit too much to handle for me, isn't it?" Who knows, who cares? I haven't even got the time to think because he was already waiting for me to open up my mouth.

"Say 'Aaaah!'." He said with a soft and lovely voice. Between my knees converting to pudding and my stomach being flooded with butterflies, I somehow managed to say 'Aaaah'.

"Oh, this is awesome!" I stumbled between three bites. Stan beamed at me with a big smile on his face.

"I know, Dude!" His happy expression made my smile too.

"Do you want more?" He asked after a short pause.

"Yeah!" I said a bit too enthusiastic.

"Hehe, you really seem to like it, huh?" A meaningless comment, which made my face turn red like a tomato.

"Uh..hu.."

As you may have already realised, I didn't just wanted more because it tasted so good (not that it tasted bad or something, it was, indeed, very yummy!) but because I wanted him to feed me a bit more. I enjoyed him taking care of me and he also seemed to have fun feeding me. So, why stop? Sadly, his dish finished too soon and he was left hungry.

"Y…you can have my dish, if you want it?" I offered him as compensation.

"Oh, thank you, Kyle!" He laughed. I was fighting with myself, deciding whether I should tell him that I want to feed him now or not. I ended up just watching him silently as he ate up the 'shitty' Shrimp menu. We stayed a bit longer at Stark's Pond to watch the stars and the moon and just enjoy the other person's presence.

"Well, I think that we should be slowly heading home. What'ya think?" he said after about 30 minutes passed.

"Mhm, okay." What a nice mood we had! It was just us, the stars, the moon and a gentle breeze brushing against our faces. As we gradually made our way home, I thought a lot about trying to hold his hand or hook up my arm with his. I decided that hooking up with him won't be as much of a deal. So I slowly raised my arm and when I slipped it between his hip and elbow, he flinched a bit and I think that I saw a slight blush crossing his face.

"Does it bother you, if I hold you like this?"

"N..no, no. It's fine." He hesitated to say. I smiled, feeling overly happy and nervous at the same time. We finally arrived in front of my house and I was about to say 'Good night, then' when he said: "This… thing we did today… it was very nice, y'know?" blushing rather hard for his standards.

"Y..yeah, that's what I thought, too! Let's do it sometime again, okay?"

"Sure thing, dude!" We stood there for another couple more minutes of awkward silence when I finally decided to hug him for a goodbye. He winced but returned my hug and even pulled me closer to him and tightened his grip around me.

It was such an unbelievable feeling, his warmth flushing through my whole body, his breath in my neck. Neither of us wanted to break this hug but we ended up pulling away at the same time. I looked up at him and he looked back at me.

"W..well, see you tomorrow then."

"Y..yeah."

"Good night, Stanley."

"You too, Kyle."

And with that said I went into my house, knowing that he'll wait until he sees me at my window, waving at him and watching him going home. Reassurance is a nice feeling, right?

Author's note:

Well, that was the first (quite short) chapter! I hope you enjoyed it and that it wasn't too, well, shitty... :D

The next chapter will be up soon, but I'm not sure if i can keep this upload 'shedule' up. So please just bear with me, okay? :)

Anyway, thank you for passing by and reading 'till the end! ^^