Hey everyone, this is the first 'fanfiction' I have written in maybe five years. Generally I am uncomfortable working with other people's characters, but I've decided to give it a try. It's a bit of drabble that I haven't subjected to much editing, but I think I got all my thoughts and metaphors in anyway. If you can pick apart the little things then good for you! If I ever post any more I'd like people to know that you can't usually take my writing for face value. Put your brain to work and think about my choice of words. You should also try to ignore my butchery of the 'return' button. Call it my artistic side being rebellious. I don't do it often, I swear!

Constructive criticism is nice, but please be gentle c:

--zazu

( South Park does not belong to me in anyway)

Stan would tell you there is nothing special about his blue eyes. While I insist otherwise, Cartman quips that they can be more glazed over than Kenny's when he dies.

Kenny laughs, so does Stan.

When Stan's eyes are like that, when he is deep in thought, I imagine that they are seeing far out in space, looking at something which remains invisible to us. Other boys do not see Stan's quiet, philosophical, and sensitive ways as something to be proud of.

But I think he is beautiful for it.

Of all his features I would pick his eyes as my favourite. Dazzling blue that reflects the sun one moment, distant gray clouds the next. He rarely shares his thoughts, but when he has the sheer complexity of his mind makes me swoon and bite my lip. When those eyes look at me I feel as if they can see all of me, like I am naked before him.

With such insight hints are unnecessary, and recently I've found that he doesn't look at me much any more.

I suppose he knows, thinks me uncommon, obscene.

Still, I am always trying to catch him like that: neck arched, eyes glazed over, staring out into middle space. So peaceful, so far away, out of reach.

Sometimes I wonder what he is looking at, what does he see?

I almost asked him once,

And when he turned and looked at me with those blue-gray eyes,

And saw me,

Naked,

He suddenly looked so sad,

And I felt sick.

Now I fear asking what he sees.

And I shut my mouth, and stare at my feet.