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Me and my girlfriend are both writing this. We alternate chapters so don't be confused about the alternating writing styles. This first chapter is just the small opening. The chapters will get longer :D

Also, this is pretty much going to be a nice little cheesy High School love fic. Over done? Yes. But since it's our first Style fic we thought we'd do something simple. :3

This chapter is written by me (Wocket). My girlfriends name is Orangy and she will be writing the next one. We will let you know in each A/N who is writing. o 3 o

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Sunlight was leaking through the lavender curtains, giving the room a purple tint. Footsteps could be heard from the room above. Kyle was slightly aware of the footsteps now making their way down the stairs.

He wasn't able to process much. It took him a minute of wondering why his bed was so lumpy to also realize that there shouldn't be foot steps coming from above him, considering his room was on the second floor.

He wanted to open his eyes, but his odd lumpy bed was very warm. It felt like he was sleeping on a heated blanket. He began to doze off again when something collided with his chest, making him wake with a start.

"I knew you were fags." Was all Kyle heard before the voice stomped into the other room. He felt his bed move under him and that's when he realized he wasn't in bed and that the voice was Shelley, Stans sister.

His eyes traveled to the TV, which was stuck on the 'Family Guy' dvd menu.

The two boys must have fallen asleep watching Family Guy. Finally Kyles sleepy mind realized why his 'bed' was moving and jumped up. He had fallen asleep on Stans chest. The raven haired boy yawned, still very out of it.

Kyle didn't remember falling asleep on Stan. In fact, from what he remembered he was on the opposite side of the couch. The redhead looked at Stan, expecting him to freak out about the incident but instead the boy just stretched, unfazed by it all.

Stan finally sat up a looked at his super best friend. The boy had a rosy tint to his cheeks and it made Stan shake his head. The situation was quite normal to Stan. Kyle didn't know but almost every time the ended up falling asleep on the same bed or , in this situation; couch, Kyle found a way to cuddle up to Stan. The black haired boy was always the first to wake up so Kyle never knew. Stan just decided to call him a 'sleep snuggler'. He knew that Kyle didn't mean anything by it, he just followed the warmth.

The two had been super best friends since they were small kids and now that they were both eighteen, they never really got uncomfortable with each other. Kyle used to even hold Stan's hand when he was nervous. Stan frowned when realizing it had been almost three months since Kyle had gotten to close to him physically. It felt kind of nice to have been holding him all night. Not the same nice as it felt when he used to hold Wendy or anything, but still nice.

Kyle cleared his throat and scratched under his hat. He probably had major hat hair considering he fell asleep with it on. He was suddenly feeling very cold with the lack of Stan under him and he blushed at the thought. He hadn't been so close to Stan in a while because he noticed when he did, he would get butterflies. Kyle wasn't stupid. He knew what it meant and feared it completely. He knew his friend would accept him if he liked men but would he accept him if he liked not just any boy but Stan Marsh himself?

"Shit" Stans morning voice broke Kyles thoughts. The black haired teen stood up and stretched, "Dude, today's Friday. We're totally fucking late for school."

"Fuck, dude." Kyle sighed, a bit annoyed that Shelley didn't wake them up sooner. He knew the girl would get up for her classes the same time they got up, even though her classes didn't start until 11am. It took a lot for her to get pretty.

The girl had dropped out of high school when the boys were still in middle school. She ran off with some 'internet boyfriend' for a few years then came back, begging for a place to stay. After her GED she began to take classes to become a nurse. She was doing good but still liked to tease all the boys.

Stan groaned and called to Shelley, "Shell… can you give us a ride to school?"

"Huh?"

The girls voice echoed from the kitchen. The click of her heels drew closer and closer to the two until she was standing in the doorway. Her lip stick covered lips formed into a smirk.

"What, you and your boyfriend late?"

Stan sighed, expecting that sort of response from her. It was too early in his mind to try and deny the ever growing rumor of his and Kyle's relationship and just nodded, "Yes. So can you give us a ride."

Shelley stopped her taunting and smiled. Even though she enjoyed teasing her brother, she had grown up enough that she started actually treating him nicely too, "Of course bro. I'll be leaving in fifteen minutes. Hurry up and get ready."


The crowed lunchroom was filled with the usual chatter. The line for food was all the way out of the cafeteria. Eric Cartman, of course, was already sitting at the table with Kenny.

The small blonde boy rolled his eyes at Cartmans piles of school food. For a fat ass, he sure knew how to run to the front of the line.

"So, Kenny what do you have for lunch. WAIT WAIT, let me guess. A PEANUT BUTTER JELLY SANDWICH."

Kenny looked down at his bag and glared up at Cartman. He's been making joke about Kenny's sandwich for years. It was old but Cartmen never let it up.

"Fuck you, you fucking fat ass. What do you have for lunch. Oh wait, let me guess, the fucking entire kitchen."

Cartman ignored the comment and continued to laugh, "It's cause your poor."

The blonde boy pulled out his sandwich and tried to ignore Cartmans laughs.

"Oh my GOD. Is there no Jelly on that? YOU CAN'T EVEN AFFORD JELLY!" Cartman began shaking with laughter and Kenny really wished Stan and Kyle were there. At least with them around he was able to ignore Cartman easier.

Kennys prayers must have been heard because two minutes later the duo came waltzing into the cafeteria. The small blonde sighed loudly and signaled for the two boys to sit down. As the best friends got closer, Kenny could immediately sense uneasiness radiating off a certain redhead. Stan took his usual spot next to Cartman as to separate Kyle from the fat teen. The spot next to Kenny was for Butters. Stan presumed the boy was still in the Lunch Line. Even though there was still a free seat next to Butters, it was just normal that Kyle sit next to Stan.

Butters had 're-become' an official member of their group in seventh grade when Kenny had taken a liking to him. Cartman was positive they were fucking but Kenny denied it. It wouldn't have surprised Stan though if Kenny was at least fucking someone in seventh grade, he talked nothing but sex since third grade. But Kenny assured that he only liked having Butters around because it made him look better compared to someone as naïve and childish as Butters. The young boy had matured a lot since then and even held a girlfriend for a few weeks. As far as Cartman was concerned though, he was still the same Butters he was in third grade and treats him no different.

Stan broke from his thoughts when Kyle sat next to Kenny, making even Cartman stop what he was doing and stare at him oddly. That… wasn't normal.

His emerald green eyes looked around at everyone nervously then turned into a slight glare, one that was usually reserved for Cartman.

"What, did I grow a dick out of my forehead? Stop fucking staring"

Stan and Kenny immediately looked down at the table but Cartman just smirked, "Well dick is the only thing on your mind you fucking Jewfag."

"Shut up you fat ass! I'm not gay!"

"Just like a Jew to deny that." Cartman responded, shaking his head in mock disappointment. Cartman had taken a liking to calling Kyle gay every since the redheads hand accidentally brushed against Cartmans ass.

"You fucking fat ass will you LET IT GO! I DIDN'T FUCKING MEAN TO TOUCH YOUR NASTY ASS."

Stan jumped at the outburst. Kyle had gotten pretty used to the taunting by now so the raven haired teen wondering why it struck such a chord today. Clearing his throat he decided to try to get a smile out of Kyle.

"It's alright, Dude. Cartman just has yet to realize that his ass takes up so much space that just about everyone has had the unfortunate 'pleasure' of touching his ass."

Kyle let out a small laugh making Stan smile. He always loved making Kyle laugh, it gave him the best feeling.

The rest of lunch went on with the usual banters. Cartmans taunting increased once Butters took his seat. As normal as the lunch looked to everyone else, Stan couldn't help but feel like something was up with Kyle.

He knew something was up and like hell he was going to let his Super Best Friend keep it from him. He was going to find out.


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