Prologue
There are two types of people in the world. One is people who depend on others to delegate necessities and happiness in their lives, thus requiring a small aura, or umbrella-like figure that provides peace and eternal bliss for them. The other is people who are forced to fend for themselves. My name is Stan Marsh, and I am part of the latter group. My parents are completely oblivious to the fact that I'm in my teenage years and I'm struggling through high school. They think that, since my best friend is completely gifted in every academic aspect, I should be just as educated and well-read. Well, this is simply not the case between Kyle and I. I'm failing 3 of my 4 subjects that I'm taking this semester, and I really need these marks to get into a good University. Kyle's getting high 90s in everything. His parents view him as the summit of success, the crown jewel of the educational system. Why couldn't I be like him? He's so smart, talented, and nice. But unfortunately for me, he's taken.
You see, I've always used to have this little, small, miniscule 'crush' if you will on Kyle, in a not-gay way, of course, but still. But I have to respect his wishes, and if he thinks that Kenny is the best person for him to be with, then so be it. Kyle, Kenny and I are such tightly-knit friends that it really shouldn't matter that one of my best friends is seeing another one of my best friends, even if I'm a little envious of their relationship; the way they're always complementing each other during lunch break, the way they read together during spare in the library…
If anything was to happen to Kenny or Kyle, I would be devastated. After being together with them for such a long time, their emotions are tightly-knit with mine, so if even the smallest thing happens, I would be devastated as much as the other two are. For example, a couple months ago when Kyle's pet hamster, 'Ferbert,' was killed, I was at his house every night with Kenny, consoling him with his loss. You could say that we care for each other like brothers, and I would have to agree with you on that one. But I love Kyle. I have to get my point across to him, by any means necessary. Any means necessary.
A/N: My first fanfic! I've always enjoyed reading others' fanfics, but I've never even imaged writing one. I have a basic outline for this plan beside my desk, and I hope that I'll be able to follow it throughout its intended 10 chapters. So far, it sounds like one of those cliche fanfics that I have read, but I hope I'll be able to change it into something more unique. This is an extremely short chapter, when compared to the intended length that I have planned for the story. Like many other authors, I appreciate reader feedback as to what I should improve/focus on, but I would like to request to the 1 and a half of you who are planning on reviewing my fanfic to please keep the critique to the extent of constructive criticism only, as negative criticism is very harsh.
Again, to this point I am only intending 10 chapters to be written on the story, but as of now the ending is very-much open to another set of chapters or even another story altogether; I have not decided whether to continue it or not when complete. I guess I'll allow you, the readers, to help me decide whether or not to continue the story.
Lastly, I'd like to thank all of you people that are reading this right now. Yes, you. Thank you for sticking by me for the prologue to my fanfic. I promise the rest will be better! )