Stan's P.O.V

Ah, what a great day for school today. The temperature isn't too cold, or too warm. Just right.

The guys and I walked together to the bus stop, as usual. And of course, Cartman and Kyle are

arguing over something dumb. Though somehow, I manage to tune them out. Well, I can hear

them, but not really listen, does that make sense?

"God damn it Cartman, just stop it! There's no way I'm going to-"

"Oh I see! I totally see! You're just being a pussy, like always, aren't you? Yeah, I know!"

"Oh just shut up, fatass!"

For some reason I just had a smile on my face as I watched the two argue. But really, I was focused on Kyle. He always makes me smile…

"Come on guys, let's get on the bus." I said nonchalantly, as the bus arrived. We all boarded the bus, and, as usual, Kyle and I sat next to each other, then Kenny and Cartman sat behind us.

"Oh… hey Stan. Nice day today, huh?" A familiar, smooth voice said to me. I turned to my right, and saw Wendy and Bebe sitting at the opposite side from us. I just gave her a smile.

"Yeah, it sure is."

She blushed, and then began talking and giggling with her best friend about God knows what. I turned to Kyle, my best friend, but only to see him looking out the window, pouty while crossing his arms.

"Hey dude, are you okay?" I asked, obviously concerned. He turned to me, with a frustrated look on his face.

"Yeah… I'm fine."

I looked to him with concern in my eyes. Fine? Fine? I don't think so!

"You sure? You know I'm here for you-"

"Yeah yeah, I know. We're best friends, right? Yeah, I get it. Just… I need to think."

I nodded, and then turned back to facing forward. I guess I can just leave him alone… he isn't mine. We eventually arrived to school; let the boring lessons begin.

Kyle's P.O.V

I know it's just Stan talking to Wendy but… I just can't help but feel so jealous! All Stan and I ever do in the morning is talk, well, not even talk, we just say hi, smile, and wave. And what, with Wendy, he actually acknowledges her? Maybe I'm just over-reacting… Wendy is Stan's girlfriend after all.

And no, I'm NOT going through menopause! Stupid Cartman….

Am I getting feelings for Stan? N-No, I can't… I've liked girls before. Bebe and I almost kissed before…

But with Stan… everything is different! Ugh, screw this; I'm just going to concentrate on my work. Yeah, great idea.

But then, a note was dropped onto my desk. I raised an eyebrow, opened it, and read the message.

Sorry Kyle, I know I should respect your decision on leaving you alone to think, but dude, you're my best friend. What's wrong?

Hmm, how about that I'm JUST a best friend to you? I don't know why… but with Stan…

We have told each other that we've loved each other. Then again, that time he was drunk, and spouting something about aliens and how the world wasn't really how it seemed. And he did say that he didn't know what he was saying at the time…

But… I still keep those words to heart. Except for the part where he flipped me off. Those words really touched me. What's more, he said it twice. That has to mean something, right?

I sighed, and then hesitantly wrote my reply.

Yeah dude, thanks for the concern. But, it's something I can handle on my own. You don't need to help.

I passed it back to him, then he gave me an are-you-kidding me stare.

But I want to help. Now, can you tell me what's wrong? For like, the third time?

I bitterly chuckled to myself, and then hid the note. No Stan, I can't tell you what's wrong. It isn't you… it's me.