When the Train Comes Off the Tracks

So, when I was little, I watched South Park (yeah, I know.) And now that I've rediscovered how truly bizarre it is, I wanted to write a fanfiction about it. I haven't seen a lot of the newer episodes yet, so keep that in mind. Also, everyone is still at the same age as they are in the show.

There's also no sex or stuff like that, so take your fetishes somewhere else.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own South Park or anything.

Chapter 1 – Derailing the Train

None of the kids would ever remember how it started or even what led up to it. Token's party at his house was in full swing. All of the fourth graders were there, enjoying themselves. Then, someone randomly suggested they should play "Truth or Dare." For some reason they all thought it was a great idea.

Because they're children, none of them really chose truth, choosing instead to dare each other to do stupid things, and trying to outdo each other with how crazy a dare they could ask one another of. "Hey Butters! I dare you to run around the block naked!"

"Okay!" Then he quite eagerly started stripping until he was buck naked and dashed out of the house. The group stared after him in surprise.

"Wow, I didn't think he would do it so willingly," Clyde, who had issued the dare to Butters, said in amazement.

"Who's next?"

"Oh! I'll go next!" Cartman offered. Stan suddenly had a sinking feeling in his gut as Cartman looked around the group, trying to determine his victim. His eyes drifted past Kyle who was sitting next to Stan, then settled on Stan himself. A wicked grin spread across his face, and Stan could tell he wasn't going to like this.

"Staaaaan!" Cartman said in a sing-song voice, "I dare you… to kiss Kyle!"

"Dude! Fuck off with that!" Kyle immediately shouted, glaring at the fat boy.

Cartman stuck his tongue out him, but addressed Stan. "Come on, Stan! I dared you! You can't back out of a dare!"

"Come on, Cartman," Stan muttered, "I'm not going to kiss my best friend! That's fucking weird!" Plus, he told himself, Wendy is here, and I don't want her walking in and seeing me kissing Kyle!

"If you don't do it, we're going to make fun of you in class all week for being a sissy," Craig promised him, "And possibly into high school." Everyone else started agreeing with him.

Cartman sneered at Stan with the biggest self-satisfied grin on his face he had ever made. Stan glared back at the group, especially Cartman.

"If I do go along with this, you're just going to make fun of us, saying we're gay!" he accused, knowing Cartman far too well. The fat ass looked annoyed.

"I will not!" Cartman defended himself.

Stan opened his mouth to argue, but at that moment Butters came running back into the room, out of breath and still naked.

"Hey guys," he greeted, once he regained his breath, "What'd I miss?"

"Stan is going to kiss Kyle," Clyde informed him.

"I am not!" Stan hissed at him. He turned to Cartman angrily. "Come on man! Just dare me to do something else!"

Cartman stubbornly folded his arms. "Just do it, you wuss!" he insisted, "It's not like it has to be that long! And I promise I won't even take pictures!"

Stan sighed with annoyance, but realized he wasn't going to be able to get out of doing this. He looked over at Kyle who simply stared back at him with a look that said "don't you dare throw up on me!" He looked back at Cartman and the others.

"Fine!" he sighed in defeat, "If it'll get you guys off my back!"

As Cartman's stupid grin got even wider, Stan turned back to Kyle, who was staring at him with a blank, unreadable expression. Bracing himself, he leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to Kyle's. He found himself taking a sharp breath and uneasiness rose in his throat but he fought it back. He could feel all eyes on him as he kissed his friend. After enough time had passed, he quickly pulled back, a look of shock on his face.

Cartman was rolling with laughter, while Craig and Clyde were smirking at him, and Butters was trying not to laugh long enough to put his clothes back on. Stan had never felt so annoyed, angry, and… confused.

After everyone had calmed down, they resumed their game of dare, with Craig daring Clyde to throw himself off the second-floor balcony, Token daring Kenny to prank call Mr. Garrison, Butters daring Kevin to sing "Let it Go" at the top of his lungs, and Kenny daring Cartman to chug hot sauce until he puked. (Token had a particular problem with this last dare, because he had to clean it up.)

Stan watched their antics from a distance, dropping out of the game after his kiss with Kyle. He felt so… weird. He had only kissed Wendy a couple of times, and it had been amazing of course. But was kissing his best friend supposed to feel so… right?

He was startled when Kyle suddenly sat down beside him holding a bottle of water. He didn't seem phased at all.

"Soooo… that was weird, huh?" Kyle said in his most nonchalant voice, "But at least no one can call you a wuss, right?"

"I guess so," Stan replied. Why was he being so casual about it? Didn't that freak him out at all?

"Anyway," Kyle continued, "Did you understand last night's homework? I think Mr. Garrison secretly hates us. Who gives fourth graders pre-calculous math problems?"

"Dude!" Stan snapped at him, annoyed. Why wasn't he more upset? Why wasn't he confused like he was? Kyle gave him a bewildered look.

"What?" Kyle wondered.

Stan sighed. "Nothing," he muttered.

…

Later that night, all the kids were laying around in their sleeping bags passed out. Stan, Kyle, Kenny, and Cartman lay near each other, but Stan couldn't sleep. Why was he feeling so conflicted? It had just been a dare! It didn't mean anything… right?

Sighing, Stan sat up and looked over to where Kyle was fast asleep. He had to know. He was never going to be satisfied unless he did something. Stan carefully got out of his sleeping bag and tip-toed over to Kyle. He gently shook him awake.

"Huh? What?" Kyle mumbled, waking up. Muttering and rubbing his eyes, he looked around, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. Then he spotted Stan kneeling next to him. "Stan?" he said tiredly, "What time is it?"

"Late," Stan admitted. "I wanted to ask you something."

Kyle slowly blinked at him. "What?"

"Can I kiss you again?"

There was a very long pause and for a moment Stan thought Kyle had fallen back asleep.

"I must be really tired," Kyle mumbled eventually, "For a moment it sounded like you asked to kiss me again."

"I did."

Kyle sat up and rubbed the tiredness from his eyes. He suddenly became wide awake. "Wait… really?" he asked. Stan nodded, and Kyle desperately wanted to ask why. But he knew Stan wouldn't give him an answer. At least, not a straight answer. So, instead, Kyle simply took a deep breath. "Ok."

"Ok?"

Kyle nodded. "Ok," he said again. "Just…try not to make it too weird or anything."

Stan held his breath. Then he leaned in and gently kissed Kyle. Instantly, he felt his heart race and he couldn't breathe. He pressed just a bit harder, kissing his friend deeply. He practically had to fight to keep his tongue in his mouth. He felt himself starting to shake slightly, and he knew he should stop, but he really didn't want to. Only when he felt like he was going to pass out from lack of air did he finally stop. He pulled back and stared at Kyle, who stared back at him, wide eyed.

"Thanks," Stan mumbled before quickly heading back to his own sleeping blanket.

"Don't mention it," Kyle said in a low voice, baffled as to what just happened.

So, fun fact, I actually started writing this story first, but only just now finished the first chapter. Oh well. This is my story that I'm really going to have the strange things happen, unlike Paranoia and Smoke on the Water. (Well, they're weird too, just for different reasons.) Anyway, hope you like it so far and please leave a review!