I don't actually like how this first chapter turned out so please don't give up on me because of this one! I plan to have chapter Two up today too and if you don't like that one then will I give up. The whole thing is in Kyle's POV.

Warnings: um Style is the main pairing, but I'm telling you right now that other pairings are going to show up in the background. And some of them will probably be crack pairings just for the hell of it. There is cursing, but if you're a south park fan that shouldn't be too surprising.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, All characters are owned by Trey Parker and Matt Stone. I mean seriously if I owned South Park do you think I'd be here? well maybe... But probably not

Chapter one: One Text Messed Up My Weekend

I don't know how he pulled it off but Stan Marsh was able to ruin my day with a single text. You know I thought it was a secret rule that super best friends don't fuck with each other like that, but there was the message mocking me on my phone. I slipped it back into my pocket so that the teacher wouldn't notice and tried to concentrate on my work. But the message continued to haunt me long after I put my phone away. I fidgeted in my seat trying to figure out what it meant.

This was stupid I mean the text only had three words. I love you. What was so hard about understanding that? But it didn't come from Bebe or Rebecca or even Wendy; it came from Stan. I guess I shouldn't be surprised that there isn't an explanation, Stan has always been straight to the point since we were kids. I slipped my hand into my pocket to check my phone, part of me figured that the message was something I made up to distract myself from this pointless lecture my teacher was giving. But when i checked it was still there and I quickly slipped it back into my pocket. Ugh, could class go any slower? I just wanted school to be over already. Instead I stared at the clock like an r-tard for the remaining thirty minutes of class before the bell finally rang and I packed up my stuff. I pushed my way down the hall through the crowds until I finally made it to my locker. I mumbled to myself still thinking about that stupid text as I fumbled with the lock with one hand while balancing my books in the other.

This is high school one giant fucking balancing act. By the time I had messed up the combo for the third time Stan had made his way over and was leaning on the lockers watching me with this amused look on his face. I hope the bastard was enjoying the show because it didn't like he was helping me any time soon. On the fifth try the combo finally worked and I yanked the stupid thing open and tossed my books in. I closed it and turned to Stan and we walked down the hall not bothering to talk since neither of us would be able to hear the other over the obnoxious crowds. He waited till we were well on our way home before speaking up.

"So, did you get my text?" He smiled like it was really that simple, I guess it was...maybe I was just blowing things out of proportion. If that's the case then there isn't really much to say was there?

"You're dating Wendy," I stated blandly and I sounded stupid even to myself. Stan laughed quickening his pace so that he could turn and walk backwards ahead of me.

"The text didn't ask you who my girlfriend was dude," he smirked in an amused sort of way. I don't know how to respond to that. We both know full will that I got that text, but what was there to say? I fidgeted and shifted my backpack. He just kept walking waiting for a reply, I opened my mouth planning to say the first stupid thing that came to mind when I heard something I never thought I'd be happy to hear.

"What fucking Jew too cheap to get pizza with the rest of us?" Cartman shouted, I whipped around relieved to find an excuse to do so and stood up straighter.

"Don't call me cheap fatass!" I stomped my foot down and glared at him. I wasn't that angry really, I cared about Cartman's opinion about as much as I do about Old Frida's. It was kind of like "hello" or "how's the weather?" since he said it so often. I relaxed as Cartman and Kenny joined our numbers and we headed to the pizza joint. Everything went back to normal, I didn't even bother listening to what Cartman was saying it was easier to respond with cliché retorts I've used before. But it seemed to keep him satisfied because he kept it up even after we had joined everyone else. I tried to ignore him, talking to Clyde about a project for History as Wendy slide into Stan's lap and Kenny flirted with our waitress. This was my favorite part time of the week. I smiled ordering a drink before shoving Cartman into Craig who flipped him off. This is how things are supposed to be. I leaned back with my pizza, just listening only interjecting when Cartman decided it'd be a good idea to try and hassle Butters into paying the entire bill. Stan laughed and Wendy hummed her disapproval.

"Stan have you finished your project that's due Monday?" Only Wendy would bother harping her boyfriend about homework while we're all trying to have a good time. Stan fidgeted shifting Wendy to the other side of his lap and I knew that he had forgotten.

"Y-Yeah almost Kyle's going to sleep over tonight and help fix the mistakes so it's perfect, right Kyle?" Stan stammered off so that Wendy's attention is shifted to me. I sighed and tried to look serious as I nodded hoping to reassure Wendy but it was hard when Stan was giving me the stupidest puppy dog look about her back.

"Thanks Kyle, I don't know what Stan would do without you," Wendy flashed me a smile as she got up so Stan could pay for their part of the bill and I fished out some money as well. They shouted and laughed their good byes. Butters attempted to give out hugs to everyone, but soon gave up when his hug scared Tweak into spilling his coffee onto Craig who gave Butters a glare that would probably give the poor kid nightmares. He ended up scurrying away before he could cause any more trouble and Tweak made failed attempts at cleaning Craig's shirt as Token laughed. Stan kissed Wendy good bye and caught up to me as I headed for his house.

"So, what's this project about?"

"Some stupid law or something," I nodded in understanding shoving my hands into my pockets as he pulled out his keys and opened the door.

"Mom, I'm home," he called out as we both kicked off our snow boots. "And Kyle's sleeping over."

"Okay Stanley just make sure to keep it down," called Stan's mom from the kitchen.

"Yeah, Stanley remember to keep quiet," I put emphasis on Stan's name, putting my hands on my hips imitating his mom.

"Dude not funny," He tried to say it like he was offended, but couldn't stop laughing and pushed me into the couch. I went to say something else until I realized that Shelly was sleeping right there, shouting now would be like jabbing at a hungry lion in a cave. I stood slowly tiptoeing away in a dramatic fashion and Stan snickered.

"Last one to your room has to kiss Cartman's fat ass," I grin.

"Ew gross Kyle," Stan makes a face, but I'm already half way up the stairs. He tries to make a desperate grab for my foot only to trip and fall on his face.

"You lose," I chant opening the door to his room, stealing a spot on his bed. Stan rubs his nose closing the door behind him, sitting on the computer chair.

"We really should get to work man I have a date with Wendy tomorrow," Stan comments leaning back, turning on the computer. I started to shrug before realizing the gesture is pointless because Stan's back is to me, as instead I move, rolling onto my stomach and pulling out the right text book. My phone pressed into my hip reminding me it was still there, that I hadn't deleted that text and that eventually Stan was going to mention it again. I shifted sighing it was going to be a long night. We worked on the project for a couple of hours before it got to the point that it was so boring I rather stand under Cartman's window and recite Hebrew poetry to him. I commented on this and Stan laughed. I smiled sitting up and Stan joined me on the bed. He talked about Wendy and sports and I talked about my teachers and how I saw Cartman threaten a freshmen who had a copy of Crack Whore monthly with his mom on the cover. We told stories and cracked jokes till long after everyone else was asleep.

Stan said how Mr. garrison had been feeding Mr. Hat when he walked into the teachers lounge and I laughed. I looked up to say something and noticed Stan was staring.

"what du-"

"I love you" He cut me off leaning closer. I hesitated, I mean it was completely random. What was I supposed to do. I argued with myself as to what would be the best way to resound to Stan's statement. He chuckled, I don't see what's so funny this was serious. I finally took a deep breath to say my prepared response when he kissed me. It was light at first the kind you give your grandma, but it was still fucking shocking. He smiled a bit when I didn't pull away and don't get me wrong it's not like I wanted him to kiss me it's just I was too stunned to react. And when he deepened it and I pulled him closer it was simply because I was caught up in the moment. I had momentarily lost my mind is all. He was so close that I could feel his heart beating at the same pace as my own like they were synchronized. Like they were the same heart. I mean in a strictly friend way of coarse. He pulled away to slide a hand up my shirt and I reluctantly pushed him away. And by reluctantly pushed- I mean I came to my senses and shoved him away… Just not very far.

"I'm not gay," It was all I could think of to say. It seems like I just can't get past speaking the obvious today. There was an awkward silence before he shifted and smiled.

"I know," he kissed my neck before getting up. I sigh… Not because I'm disappointed, but in relief that it's over. I get up in time to watch as Stan slips out of his shirt. I panic does he really think we'll…

"What the fuck are you doing?" I shout a little louder then necessary I'm glad that The Marshs are pretty heavy sleepers. He pauses turning to look at me as he undoes his pants and my heart is thudding so hard for an insane second I think it's going to burst out of my chest. He must have been able to tell from my expression because all of a sudden he was laughing at me again.

"Relax dude I'm just changing into some pajamas," He dropped his pants and walked over grabbing a pair of pj bottoms and slipping them on over his boxers. Of coarse I was just reading too much into it. I looked at the clock and it glared back at me the red numbers showing that it was two in the morning. Where did the time go? I stripped to my boxers and slipped under the covers as Stan turned out the light. I shut my eyes tight wishing I could fall asleep before he made it to the bed. No such luck I could feel his weight cause the mattress to sink a little as he moved to get under the covers as well. I scooted closer to the wall, but Stan had no problem moving closer to cuddle like we did for younger. It's cold in South Park it's always cold, the ground is covered in snow for most of the year. But now as I lay under these covers I've never felt hotter. Stan's breath is soft against the back of my neck. The bastards already sleeping. I clutch the pillow tightly, squeezing my eyes shut. Sleep couldn't come quick enough.

By morning it was like nothing happened. We had breakfast and by ten Stan was wearing Shelly's breakfast all over his face. We were still cleaning up the kitchen when Wendy came in tapping her foot.

"Whatever am I going to do with you Stan Marsh?" He sighed helping out and I held back a snicker. Wendy beats my impression of Stan's mom hands down without even trying. She even made him to go upstairs and change for their date. I stood up brushing myself off.

"Don't worry we got the project all done," I smiled trying to make friendly conversation it was better then going to the living room to hang out with Shelly.

"Thank you Kyle, I don't know what Stan would do without you," I shrugged, my heart sinking. Would she think the same if she knew what had happened last night? But I mean it's not really cheating because all we did was kiss right? I mean what's a kiss between super best friends? I was glad when Stan had stumbled down the stairs while putting on his shoes. It meant I wouldn't have to make small talk with this guilty feeling in my stomach.

"Ready to go?" He questioned, kissing Wendy's cheek. She giggled and nodded as his arm snaked around her waist. I followed them to the door and my phone went off. They continued without me, but half of me expected it to be another confession from Stan. It was Tweek, I pressed talk holding it to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Gah, Kyle I-It's me Tweek. Your p-phone isn't tapped I-is it?"

"No, Tweek the phone isn't tapped. What is it?"

"well you see, I s-saw the underpants gnomes go under the b-bed and it was too much pressure man!"

"It's okay Tweek. What happened next."

"Well I went t-to hide my u-underpants so that the -Gah- gnomes wouldn't get it and I bumped the table and-"

"…And?"

"And I dropped our project on the ground and it shattered into little pieces I'm sorry!"

"Don't worry Tweek okay? I'll be right there." I sighed hanging up. Two weeks of work just fell apart, due to another attack by the underpants gnomes. It could be worse I mean we still had three weeks left. It just means I'll have no social life till it's done. I sigh and kick up snow, right on to Butters. I didn't notice he was there when I did it I swear. And when he went to wipe it out his eyes and slipped, I felt pretty bad. I hurried over and went to help him up.

"Oh Hamburgers," He pouted brushing off his shirt.

"I'm really sorry Butters are you okay?"

"Yeah it's just I spilt my apology gift." I looked down at the empty thermos and the coffee staining the snow. I picked it up shaking it off.

"You see, I felt real bad about scaring Tweek yesterday. I mean his coffee went everywhere and it was real messy so I thought I'd replace it," he smiled and it only made me feel worse.

"Come on I was just heading over to Tweek's house we can buy an espresso on the way there." Butter nods grabbing my hand as we walk down the sidewalk. I can't help thinking how gay this must look to the people staring at us. I moved to pull my hand away, but I noticed his shirt was ripped and his other hand was bleeding. I felt like a dick for not watching where I was going and late him drag me into the Harbucks. I pulled out my wallet and lets Butters order something random off the menu.

"Gee Kyle, this is awfully nice. Thanks you didn't have to do this,"

"Think of it as my apology for making you eat a face full of snow," I smiled patting his back. He grabbed the cup as soon as it was done and we headed to Tweek's house which isn't very far from Harbucks.

In only a few minutes we were standing on Tweek's porch, knocking on the door. The door creaked open slowly and Tweek looked out to see who it was. Butters waves openly and I shoved my hands into my pockets. I wish Tweek would just let us in already. The door closed again and there was the sound of several chain locks coming undone.

"H-hey guys," He greeted as he opened the door letting us in.

"I'm sorry I scared you. So I got you this," Butters held out the cup and Tweek took it a bit uncertain as he timidly put down his usual thermos. I glanced over at the trash can when I noticed that it had our broken project. I silently mourned the loss before sitting on the couch. Tweek had set up all the materials we needed to start over again so it wouldn't be too bad. Butters and Tweek came over and took a seat as well.

"Can I help? It looks like fun," Only Butters would think homework would be in anyway fun. But six hands are better then four right? I nodded and let him in on what we were doing. And as it turns out it was surprisingly fun. I mean there was some problems ( Butters got glitter in Tweek's hair and we spent a half hour trying to convince him that it really was an accident and that Butter was not with the government trying to implant little robots in Tweek's brain), but in the end we made a lot of progress.

When Butters left for dinner, things slowed down and eventually I called it a night. I got up and started putting on my shoes.

"S-sorry again about the p-project," Tweek muttered opening the door for me.

"Don't worry about it Tweek seriously, it'll be done in no time." I stepped out onto Tweek's porch and let him close the door behind me. My phone vibrated and I pulled it out of my pocket. It was Stan again. I opened the message. Me and Wendy went to some crappy chick flick. It sucked but I saw an ad for a new Terrance and Phillip movie coming out next Friday. I want to take you for old times sake ;) Was Stan asking me on a date? No I'm probably just reading too much into it again… I fumbled almost dropping my phone as my head collided with someone's chest. I looked up to find that it was Craig. I was about to say sorry, but the words died when I say his expression. It wasn't his normal dull "I don't give a fuck that you exist" look, it was his "I plan to kill you family with an ice pick and laugh while I do it" look. The look he gave freshmen so that they'd give up their lunch money without much of a fight. For a second I thought he could read my mind. That he knew what I did last night and he was going to beat me for it. I could hold my own, but Craig was known for never losing a fight. I stood up straighter determined to get in a few good punches if that's what all of this came down to. I tightened my fists as he stepped forward. He didn't seem to notice though, it seemed what I was doing wasn't what he was interested in.

"What were you doing there," He pointed. I turned all the way around to see what it was. I shifted before realizing he was talking about Tweek's house. I don't see why it mattered so much. I mean it's not like I burned the house down and it's not like it was really any of his business.

"Oh, I was just working on a science project," He stared me down as if trying to determine if I was really telling the truth. He grabbed my collar pulling me closer, I swear his eyes were trying to burn a hole in my skull. I didn't back down though no way was I going to give Craig the bragging rights to say that I flinched like a little bitch. After a few minutes he let me go. I guess he figured out I was really telling the truth or maybe he just decided I wasn't worth the effort.

"Sorry I've had a lot on my mind," He mumbled like that explained everything. I simply nodded like I understood and fixed my jacket. Really I just wanted to get home. I started walking when he stopped me again. His hand gripped my arm tightly and I reluctantly turned around.

"Broflovski, this never happened," He had clamed down, he was just boring old Craig again.

"What never happened?" I smiled and pulled away, walking off.

By the time I finally got home mom was pissed. I had to hurry to my room to avoid her bitching. I fell on my bed, welcoming the comfort, the familiarity gave me. I ignored a call from Stan and another from Kenny. I was too tired to really give a fuck. Knowing my luck Kenny would be acting weird like Stan and Craig. I rather have teeth pulled then put up with that right now. I grabbed my ipod staring at the ceiling. Stan was haunting my thoughts. Stupid Stan and his stupid messages that didn't make any sense. I just needed time to clear my head is all.

I spent the rest of the weekend avoiding everyone, which wasn't hard because my mom had me stay some Sunday and do homework. I did enough math to last me a lifetime. My phone went off the hook. It seemed like I was really popular this weekend even Cartman called. But I needed the time to myself, besides they can all complain all they want about it, tomorrow at school. Which I know they will. The fucking fat ass will whine about it for hours and Kenny will probably try to guilt me into buying his lunch. When you're friends with someone as long as we've been friends you can predict stuff like this. I just hope Craig doesn't seek me out when he suddenly remembers why he was so angry last night. I put down my pencil on my report about South Park's history. The essay was stupid, it's not like anyone really cares what was happening in South Park a hundred years ago. I get up stretching. I just decided that going to bed is a damn good excuse not to have to continue working on this.