First of all, to all you Style fans out there, I highly suggest you not read this because I'm going to make Stan act like A complete asshole. But I felt kind of bad for you so I'm going to put Style in this story...ONLY SOME... I just really fucking hate Style so much that it is truly unbelievable. If I could, I would punch Stan in the face over and over and OVER again until he had no teeth. But I'm not THAT mean, so I'm going to be nice and let the Style fans have their beloved beginning with Style... God I hate Style...Nonononono I like Style, Just not the south Park Style, I have fashion, i like winter boots and...maybe I should just shut up now and write the THIS IS A KYMAN STORY...eventually...maybe like the third or fourth chapter...

Chapter 1-

To new beginnings and happy endings

"Do you, Kyle Broflovski, promise to Love Stanley Marsh with nothing more than all of your heart, to cherish him, to honor him, to respect him, and to value him through thick and thin. Through the good times and the bad times, for better or for worse as long as you both shall live?"

With a gleaming smile, Kyle Broflovski replied, "I Do"

"And do you, Stanley Marsh, promise to love Kyle Broflovski with nothing more than all of your heart, to cherish him, to honor him, to respect him, and to value him through thick and thin. Through the good times and the bad times, for better or for worse as long as you both shall live?"

With a sparkle in his eye, Stanley Marsh replied, "I Do"

"Without further ado, I now pronounce you husband and husband, You may kiss!"

Their bodies moved forward and connected each other in their arms as they moved closer to connect their lips, as they kissed a voice was heard all throughout the ceremony. It was loud and it made both Stan and Kyle look at him and smile.

"Damn! You can kiss better than that, come on, you're spending the rest of your lives together!"The voice was from Kenny who was sitting with his hands cupped around his mouth so that he could be heard.

And with that sentence being said, They deepened the kiss to show their love and compassion, tongue and all."That's more like it!"

The priest smiled at the two as they disconnected. "I now introduce, Mr. and Mr. Marsh!"

The crowd roared with applause, Their lives were just getting started. Kyle had married his high school soul mate, and so did Stan, and that's all that they could have ever wished for. And it came true.

A YEAR LATER...

Life had taken It's turn of events since that day, but it only seemed to worsen as time pasted. Kyle became the stay at home house wife while Stan became the husband that was gone all the time. But much to their luck, things weren't getting any better for the two. Soon Kyle and Stan were hiding dirty little secrets from each other and doing unforgiving things behind each other's backs. It started with Kyle looking through Stan's phone for some e-mails that he had lost on his own phone that had been about important bills to pay, unfortunately for Kyle, Stan had been having a secret conversation with his ex girlfriend. Wendy Testaburger had been talking to him about "Meeting up and hooking up." That alone made Kyle furious beyond belief. But Kyle being the "High spirited" and "easy forgiving" person that he was, he forgave Stan just like that and exchanged yet another night of passionate sex.

Then it was Stan's drinking problem. Stan was very... how should I put this...easily intimidated. He was influenced by the wrong people growing up and that had quit the effect on him. Everyday he would barge in through the front door calling Kyle by the wrong pronunciation, slurring his name and cussing every sentence he said. "Kahl, get your stupid ass in here, Now!" Everyday was a new obstacle course for Kyle to manage, going left and right to do the tasks that Stan had asked him "so politely" to do for him.

Then it was Stan's anger issues, of course only when drunk. His "moments" happened many times when Kyle wasn't doing what he asked or when he just felt like yelling for the hell of it. Stan never took into notice that the neighbors were listening or anything like that, all he cared about was just the fact that Kyle wasn't suiting to his every little tiny need around the house.

But don't go jumping to conclusions that Stan was always the mean and evil one, well he was, but he shouldn't be blamed for all of it. After Stan's drinking costs kept pilling up and pilling up, Kyle had no choice but to find a job, he was scared to death over what might happen to him if he told Stan to stop drinking the way that he did. So after a month of training and practicing, Kyle had become a stripper. The town's hottest stripper at that. People would come from Denver and all over Colorado to see him, he had a gift that many people didn't. But just as quickly as it started, it came to an end, not until he ran into the right man at the right time. Kyle met a man that lived in South Park, he claimed to have a new spot opening for his "business". So Kyle reluctantly agreed, becoming a high classed prostitute and earning more money than he had ever seen in his lifetime. Every night when Stan was at the bar cheating on Kyle with random women, Kyle was just next door in the hotel rooms getting gang banged by who knows how many people a night. Although Kyle felt that he was doing a good job by collecting money for his husband, he didn't like the fact that he was doing it in the first place. Kyle had his doubts that Stan would find out one day, but that day never came.


The day is November 23, the one year anniversary of Kyle and Stan getting married, and Kyle's going to do the unthinkable.

The red headed boy picked up his phone from the couch and sat down with ease because his body was in much pain tonight because of a few rough clients. He found the 'S' category and tapped on Stan's name to speed dial him. It took a few rings but Stan finally answered.

"H-Hey, Babe! Whacha doin'?" Stan answered gleefully and fully intoxicated.

"Nothing Stan, hey but I was wondering when you might be getting home? Will you call me when you're ready and I'll come and pick you up." Kyle responded tiredly.

"Suuureeee, Hey," He paused for a moment to collect his thoughts, breathing into the phone heavily." Why don't you come now as a matter a fact."

Kyle smiled." Great, I'm on my way."

"Ok, bye, I love ya"

"Sure ya do-I-I mean, yeah I love you, too. Bye."Kyle became flustered as he hung up, he couldn't believe what he just said! Maybe Stan was too drunk to take note of what he said. Hopefully.

The car ride was awful for Kyle, his ass hurt worse on can of all the movements he was doing when normally he would just go home and go to bed and wait on Stan to get home. But tonight was important... well for Kyle anyways.

As Kyle drove, he couldn't help but think of his past with Stan, the good moments, the happy moments, the fun moments. He couldn't help but wonder why life was just so goddamn hard for him.. then he realized something. Life became hard when they had stopped being immature grade school kids, Life was serious now, and Kyle realized that he had married the most immature out of all of them. Sure Cartman was pretty immature at times...at times, but never like Stan, Stan was the one who had made decisions in his life, and now Kyle was getting the consequences for his actions.

Kyle pulled up at the bar and Stan was minding his own business, swaying back and forth and side to side as he did.

He glanced up from his phone and smiled stupidly "Kahl!"

Yep, he's drunk off his ass alright.

Kyle just smiled 'This will be over before you know it, Kyle. Just hang in there' He though to himself."Hey, get in I gotta get home, I'm kinda on a schedule here."

Stan glared as he hopped in the passenger side of the car."Mhm, I bet you are, you wanna have a little fun fun tonight, Kahl?"

Kyle rolled his eyes, he had no idea what to say to a person that said "Fun fun", He just needed to get some sleep.

"No, uhm, I actually want to talk to you about something very important Stan... About us."

"Can't that wait until we get done in bed, Sugarmuffin?"

Kyle rolled his eyes." No, Sugarmuffin," Kyle said with a hint of annoyance." I want to talk about it as soon as we open the front door!"He demanded.

Stan had clearly caught onto Kyle's tone of voice and was not happy the slightest bit." Don't you ever talk to me like that again, Kyle!"

"Make me, Asshole!"

"Fine! Then no cock up your ass tonight!" He snickered as he turned his attention to the window beside him.

"You think I need your cock up my ass?! Ha! I've been fed tonight and I'm too full for any of you!" Kyle's heart sank, he didn't mean to say that, He was just so pissed off that it slipped out 'Oh, shit!'

"W-what?" Kyle saw the look of worry on his face. 'God, Kyle, what have you done?'

"Stan, let's just get home and talk thi-"

"No!" Stan looked as if he was going to blow up any second."Who the hell are you seeing, Kyle!?"

"No one! I said let's get home!"

Stan just huffed angrily and waited patiently the whole car ride before saying anything, which that didn't surprise Kyle, he was probably already having a hangover.

The two boys stepped out of the car once it was parked and made heir way to the front door. Once they made their way in, Kyle immanently threw himself on the couch and waited for Stan to sit somewhere. To his surprise, he sat beside him.

"Now, what were you saying, honey?" Stan said softly, probably holding back tears.

"Stan, I want to give you something."

Stan seemed pretty calm."Alright."

Kyle got up and walked to the kitchen, returning with a stack of papers in his hands and the look of worry on his face.

"What is that?"

"Just read them." Kyle handed the papers to Stan as a tear rolled down his face.

"K-Kyle, you can't be serious right now." He said wide eyed and swollen with new found tears

Kyle began crying into his hands as he shook his head up and down in agreement "I'm serious, Stan. I want a divorce."

A/N: OHHHHH NO I DIDN'T! ('.') yes I very much did... I LOVE TO SEE REVIEWS, SO PLEEEASSSEEE LEAVE THEM, This will be a Kyman story by the way, I just had to get Stan out of the way and I also wanted to tease the Style fans at the beginning, I know, I'm a bastard...at least I didn't kill Kenny though...not yet