A/N: Hey everyone! I originally meant this as a one-shot, but I haven't written a fic in forever. This is going to be a story revolving around Style and Stendy, and if enough people seem to like it, I'll update weekly or twice a week. More possible parings in the future.

"Oh, God...Goddamnit. It hasn't been like this for so long."

The thought of Kyle standing in the middle of his kitchen with the bottle of his anti-depressants was like an electric shock wave through Stan's body. Why hadn't he noticed before? Why hadn't he noticed how depressed Kyle acted. He had just shrugged it off; it was a cycle for Kyle. A trait, actually, that Stan admired about Kyle; his cycle through a philosopher stage, through his highs and lows, apathetic, he was just an emotional person.

Kyle did indeed get picked on a lot. But who knew that it could all pile up inside someone? Create a hole for the victim to fall into; a hole of numbness. Stan only intervened if he was around, or if someone tried to pick a fight.

"You didn't take the pills, did you?" Stan wiped away the orange curls that stuck to his best friend's forehead, searching for the forest green eyes that had always shined with joy. But Kyle continued to sob and gasp for air. Stan ran his fingers through his hair and rubbed away the tiredness that lingered on his eyelids.

Finally, Kyle composed himself and opened his eyes fully, though they were listless and didn't exactly meet the ocean blue eyes that longed for the contact of his.

"I haven't felt this way in so long..weeks, months. I can't go any farther on the dosage of my medication; I'm already taking the largest amount my body can handle. Fuck, Stan. They were all there, seeming to almost jump out from the bottle, wanting to all be swallowed. Promising me sleep that would take me away from here. But I couldn't even gather the courage to do that. I'm too much of a pussy to take my own life." Kyle bit his quivering lip. "I haven't said one word to them, so why would they do this Stan? Why? Do they not understand the consequences of their own selfish actions?"

Stan wiped away what tears he could spilling from Kyle's eyes, not wanting to push too hard on the purple bruises that were forming under his left eye and his cheeks. "I..I don't know, Kyle. Their assholes. Low-lifers." He paused. "I'm so sorry I couldn't be there, though." Stan set his jaw and pursed his lips in a tight line, cursing the fact that he ignored Kyle's calls when he went out on a date with Wendy.

Kyle didn't reply. Stan didn't blame him.

Kyle sharply looked up at Stan and asked, "What would you do if I had taken my life tonight?"

Stan could barely handle the question. The air was knocked out of his lungs. "What kind of question is that!" He yelled. For once in his life, he was relieved that his parents were working late.

Kyle furrowed his brow and looked sharply at Stan. He quickly sat up and replied loudly, "A reasonable one! No one needs me, Stan. Not Kenny, nor Eric, though when did that fat bastard ever need me. My parents have Ike, so what's it to them if they lose of lousy failure of a son? I don't have a significant other like a regular guy. And you," Kyle paused and looked away, staring at the sheets his pale hands grasped so hard. "You have Wendy. You're riding on a football scholarship. You have others swooning over you, even just when you walk by. Friends and fans galore...Stan," Kyle shook his head and gave a weak laugh, "I'm worthless. Useless. Nothing."

Stan laughed, slid his blue hat of his head, shook his head and looked at Kyle with a sly smile. "You know what else you are?"

Kyle raised his eyebrow at Stan and sarcastically replied, "What else am I, Stan?"

"Incredibly," Stan leaned his head in closer to Kyle's with each word, "irrevocably, forever," his lips lingered mere centimeters away from Kyle's, "stupid." Stan gingerly cupped his jew-fro friend and kissed him lightly. Even if it was just a graze of each others lips, it was enough to send Kyle's heart leaping. Stan lifted his knees from the chair he was sitting in to the bed and didn't bother to stop until Kyle was depending on his elbows for support. Even Stan couldn't believe how bold he was being, but he couldn't stop now. "I need you, don't you see? I can only make it each day because of you. Do you think I actually like the asshole population of our school?"

Kyle stared disbelievingly at Stan, who was determined to get one idea though Kyle's thick head.

"Who is always there at my football games, all my practices? Sitting on the sidelines, cheering for me and supporting me?" Stan kissed Kyle more passionately this time. Pulling away for just a second, Stan whispered, "Who makes my day, every single fucking day? Whose smile lightens up my morning and evening? Whose fights with Eric the fatass makes me die of laughter? Who do I think of as my little successful jew doctor?" Stan couldn't control himself any longer. He was laughing like a maniac, ruffling Kyle's fiery orange hair. "I love you, Kyle. You're only stupid to me. Stupid for not realizing it sooner. I thought at least you would have figured it out by now," Stan smiled.

Kyle lifted himself higher on his elbows and kissed Stan shyly, taking his raven haired best friend's hand and intertwining their fingers.

"I'll be with you forever. I'll be by you forever. And I wouldn't want it any other way." Stan leaned down and gently kissed down Kyle's neck, repeating softer and softer with every kiss, I need you, I need you.

Kyle believed him as he tried to hold in a moan. Stan needed him as much he needed Stan. He believed that, wholeheartedly.

Kyle was on the verge of slipping to his once-beloved sleep realm, his eyelids drooping, only to be forced open again so Kyle could see Stan's sleeping face. He had drifted off to sleep long ago, his hands holding Kyle at the waist. He's too cute when he sleeps, thought Kyle. He rested his head against Stan's chest and sighed happily. Before he could drift off to sleep, though, the soft humming vibration of a cell phone made him search the sheets.

It was Stan's. Unlocking the cell phone, Wendy's picture came up, with text underneath it. Hey Stan! Just wanted to tell you, even if you barfed on my dress on our date, I'm over it. You're too adorable. I love you! Good night, Stan xoxo

Kyle sighed and tossed the phone back down. He tried not to think of the guilt that was blooming like a flower as he slid back into Stan's arms. He tried not to wake Stan, but he failed as Stan opened his eyes, smiled, and kissed the tip of Kyle's nose.

"Don't forget, I love you." He said with a sleepy smile spread across his face. He fell peacefully asleep again, and so did Kyle.

Except, Stan wasn't the one going to sleep aware of the texts messages from Wendy that came every so often. Stan wasn't the one worried, skeptical about Stan's feelings toward Wendy and him.
After all, he couldn't have both.