A.N~ Decided to write a SouthPark Yaoi story... so yes...this is my sad, sad attempt... Meh, but anyways, my trial for microsoft word expired so I have no spell check...excuse my spelling ^^;
Anyways, i dont own South Park and whatnots... wish I did...
Rated M for sexual themes and swearing...a LOT of swearing :O...what do you want? it's South Park.
Chapter 1
I was fuming as I starred across the table at Eric Cartman, my tormentor for the past 13 years, as he continued to spit his -what I assumed was - rice into my curly red hair.
"Fuck off fatass!" I screamed, pulling the straw away from him.
"Eh!" He screamed, reaching for the straw again. "Give that back you dirty jew!"
I simply pulled the straw farther away from him and pushed at his face, trying to get as far away from him as possible without falling out of my chair.
It wasnt anything everyone hadn't already seen in South Park. Our arguing barely even turned heads anymore.
"Just like a jew," he spat, "always after everyone else's things."
I stood up, slamming my hands down on the table, shaking the plates around me. "Dont undermind my people you fat fuck!" I screamed back, my face red with anger.
A sudden muffled chuckle caught my attention and I found myself glaring at Kenny McKormick, who immedately began laughing harder. I glared at him for a second longer, and rolled my eyes.
I sighed and sat back down, turning my gaze on Stan Mash - my best friend since Kindergarden - his blue eyes flashed a sympathetic smile in return.
I sighed annoyed and returned to eating, though by now, I wasnt too hungry.
Cartman had turned his attention to Kenny, who was sitting across the table from me, making remarks about his "poor" clothes. I just rolled my eyes as the blonde flashed the fat ass the finger in retaliation.
At that moment I felt fingers intertwine with mine under the table and immediately looked to Stan, who smiled, and squezed my hand tighter. Meanwhile Cartman began ranting on and on about somthing most likely racist and stupid - not that I was listening.
I flushed red, and found my self wondering again how Stan could keep a straight face when we touched while my heart raced in my chest whenever i saw him.
Kenny, who noticed the bright blush on my face snickered behind his long curtain of blonde hair that sheilded ice blue eyes from my veiw.
Kenny was the only person who knew about our secret relationship. Though we didnt tell him by choice. Kenny had walked in on one of our...more intimate moments. So there was no point in trying to hide it from him.
I looked away, trying unsuccessfully to hide the bright blush on my face.
It had been almost two years now since I had started dating Stan, since our harmless signs of affections had turned into something much more. My cheeks reddened more at the thought and I turned to Stan and smiled.
I didnt mind that we had to hide our relationship. In fact, it was something I had predicted. I personally didnt give two fucks about people knowing i'm gay, but I knew how hard it would hit Stan if I said anything. He was popular. He was smart, sweet, he was a star player on the football team. If anyone knew our secret, that would all be over for Stan. And though I wanted nothing more than to lean towards my raven haired lover and kiss him, I would never do that to my best friend.
My day dream was interupted when Stan let go of my hand. I looked at him almost pouting and he flashed an appologetic smile. "Gotta go." He grinned, waving to his friends from across the caffeteria.
I rolled my eyes at Craig, Token and Clyde who were calling my boyfriend over. I looked at him pleadingly and flashed my 'dont leave me again' look, which he either didnt see or ignored.
"See you after school dude." He said, ruffling my hair as he left the table.
I sighed. "Bye Stan."
I looked across the table at Kenny, who offered me a sympathectic smile. Kenny was on the football team as well - not that anyone ever noticed the handsome blonde. His signature orange parka - which seemed two sizes too big - was drapped around a thin body as he crossed his arms on the table, and rested his chin on his forearm.
I sunk low in my chair and watched Stan run towards his friends from a distance. It had been going on for a few months now. We would hang out until his "friends" wanted him, then he would run to them, leaving me behind. I guess it was to be expected though. Stan's always been a popular jock. I've always been his nerdy best friend.
I shook the thought from my mind. Stan had his other friends, but it was me he loves, not them. The thought made me smile as the bell rung, signaling the end of class. I waved nervously to Stan who gave me a brilliant smile as me and Kenny left for our next class.
Calculus is my favorite subject. It's easy for me, simple. There's no feelings or opinnion involed, there's no "different sides" no guessing. Just right and wrong. simple.
I nearly jumped as I felt something his the top of my green hat. I pouted turning beside me to Kenny who flicked another paper ball at me, this time hitting me in the forehead. "What!" I hissed under my breath.
Kenny smiled and leaned in towards me to whisper ; "I heard something you might want to know."
I sighed, "What?"
He looked behind us to where the girls were giggling about something stupid that I didnt care to listen to. "You know Wendy Testaburger?" he asked, and I gazed behind us to the raven haired girl with the bright pink hat.
I never really liked her. Besides the fact that she was my one academic rival in the school, there was something about her that left a bad taste in my mouth. "Yeah, what about her?" I grumbled bored with the conversation.
"I hear she's going to ask out Stan."
I looked at Kenny and laughed. "Dude, Stan wouldnt date her."
He shrugged. "He did before."
I thought for a second, that was true. In the fourth grade Stan and Wendy had dated for a few months. That, however, didnt last very long. "He's with me Ken" I reminded him, causing him to shrug.
"Whatever dude, just thought you should know."
I turned away and returned back to the questions on the board before me. We didnt talk for the rest of class while the girls giggled incoherently behind us.
"I think they're catching onto us."
I rolled my eyes as my boyfriend sped down the street towards his house. "What are you talking about?"
"I mean the guys." I sighed looking out the window. It seemed as if everyday Stan became more and more suspicious that his other friends were catching on to us. "I think they know," he said, his deep blue eyes fixed on the road in front of us.
"Why do you say that?" I asked, bored.
"I dont know dude, I can just tell."
I sighed for what seemed to be the hundreth time today. "Well why dont you just stop hanging out with them?"
I could tell by the way Stan's grip on the steering wheel tightened that he wasnt ammused by my lack of intrest. "I'm serious Kyle." He warned, as he pulled his car into the driveway.
I smiled, leaning over to kiss his neck gently. "I'm sorry Stan" I reassured him, interlocking my fingers with his. "I just think you're over reacting." He turned to me suddenly, blessing me with what I had wanted all day.
His lips moved against mine gently. I whimpered as I felt his hands run through my hair, knocking off my green hat in the process.
He pulled away, licking his lips. "I'll come by a little later okay?"
I sighed, knowing where he would be going. "Craig called?" I asked.
He smiled sadly. "Sorry Kyle. It's just some stupid party. I know you're not into those kind of things."
I looked at him stupidly. 'When did I ever say I didnt like parties?' "Sure, whatever," was what I said instead.
He leaned over and kissed me again before I stepped out of the car. I watched from my door as he sped off down the street to meet his "friends."
I felt my heart drop. It wasn't like I wasn''t use to this, but it didnt stop it from hurting everytime Stan left me for them.
I sighed, making my way into my house. Avoiding my parents and little brother Ike, I made my way to my room, shutting the door behind me.
Stan never came over.
I didnt want to go back to school the next day. I was mad. Mad at Stan, mad at myself for trusting him so much, but missing school wasnt an option in my house.
I made my way down the hall, trying to keep my mind on my homework instead of Stan, though that prooved impossible.
Stan hadnt come to pick me up in the morning, and I havent seen him all day. I pouted to myself, trying to figure out if there was something I said that could have upset him. I couldnt think of any.
I sighed heavily as I made my way to the caffiteria for lunch, only to be stopped by a gittery Kenny. "Dude, glad I caught you." He said breathily.
I rolled my eyes. "What do you want Ken?"
He smiled nervously. "Well Wendy asked Stan out last night." I rolled my eyes again.
'Who cared? He was dating me anyways.'
I opened the door to the caf, stopping dead in my tracks.
"Stan?" I called to the boy sitting in my best friend's seat. There was no way it was him. They shared the same raven black hair and deep blue eyes. He had the same dazzling smile and warm eyes. He wore the same brown jacket and stupid red poof hat. But it wasnt him. Stan wouldnt have his arm drapped around Wendy Testaburger's neck. Stan wouldnt let her sit in MY seat.
I walked over to where they were sitting. "Stan," I started. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
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