Chapter 1: The Lunchtime Meeting
My name is Stan Marsh. I am thirteen years old, a freshman in South Park High, and are Super-Best-Friends with Kyle Broflovski. My other two good friends are Kenny McCormick and Eric Cartman. Kyle and I tell each other everything. We have never kept secrets before. That is, until a year ago. I have been keeping something from Kyle. I'm kind of ashamed to admit this to anyone, especially my Super-Best-Friend who would probably hate me. I've been hiding the fact that I'm gay. Nobody would suspect, mostly because I'm still with that stupid slut Wendy Testaburger. I don't even like her at all, not even as a friend. She breaks up with me all the time, and I only take her back when she comes begging so people won't suspect anything. I do want to tell Kyle, though. I just don't want him to hate me. Ehh, whatever. I'm just going to bed for tonight.
I wake up from a bad dream with me telling Kyle and he tells me he never wants to talk to me again. At least it was only a dream. I get dressed for school, and I walk to the bus stop. I'm the first one there, and Kenny comes soon after. Kyle comes a minute after Kenny, and Cartman showed up right before the bus came. I speak to Kyle.
"Hi, dude!" I say to Kyle, who seems to be distracted.
"Huh? Oh yeah. Hi…" Kyle says, avoiding my eyes. Did he find out my secret?
"Wanna hang out after school today? Our teachers said they wouldn't give us homework because so we can study for our tests in a week. Are you in?" I asked him, trying to make him smile.
"Uh, sure. Sounds…fun." He said, still avoiding me.
"Great! It'll be awesome!" I say, in an obviously positive voice.
"Okay…" He says, eyes downcast. I know something's wrong. I'll ask him about it at lunch. I hope he tells me. I hate it when I see any of my friends sad, because it makes me sad. When my Super-Best-Friend is sad, I feel terrible. I feel like it's my fault because I care about him so much. There's another thing that I haven't told anyone, also him. I haven't told anyone that I also have a huge crush on my Kyle. I've liked him for over a year, since before I realized I was gay.
I have to sit through three terribly boring classes. Yawn! First class in English, BORING. 'Learning' about pronouns and the thousands of uses for commas is SO much fun. Not! I do pay attention though because I do like being smart. Next class is math, but I was improperly placed in regular math. I should I been placed in Geometry, but the school, of course, messed it up. Weird thing is that they also messed up Kyle's math class. We should have been in the same Geometry class, but they placed us in regular 9th grade math. -_- Anyway, we only had a coloring review sheet to do, easy. Third period is the most boring, U.S. History. Kyle and I are in different rooms, but the teachers share a curriculum so we do the same stuff as his class. Our teachers assigned an easy review packet for the week with a single page for each day. It was easy, but I still hate anything history. _ When that bell signaling History ended rang, I basically wan out of the door. I pack my own lunch because my family doesn't make that much money. My parents spend a lot of money on Shelly, so I don't ask for much. Besides, it doesn't make Kenny feel bad because he isn't the only one who brings his lunch anymore. So, at least something good comes out of my sister being such an ass. _
I'm the first one to sit at our usual table, and then Kenny joins soon after. Cartman comes, and Kyle follows behind, presumably he was behind Cartman in the lunch line. I'm the first one to finish, being very eager to know what's wrong with Kyle. Kyle finishes soon after, and I look at him before speaking.
"Kyle, can I talk to you alone outside?" I ask, with begging eyes.
"Uh, sure…" He says, getting up and heading for the doors which are open during lunchtime. I follow him and he stops at a tree with nobody near so we could talk. I walk up to him and look him in the eyes. "Uh, what's up dude? Is something wrong?" He asks, wondering what I wanted to talk about.
"I don't know, is there? You've been acting weird today, and I was wondering if you wanted to talk about it. I hate seeing my Super-Best-Friend upset, and I wanted to help." I say, placing a hand upon his shoulder.
"N-no. I haven't been acting weird at all…" Kyle says, eyes downcast once again.
"Kyle, do you really think that'll fool me? I know something's wrong, but I'm not going to force you to tell me. I only want to help; I don't want to be part of the problem." I say, letting go of Kyle's shoulder.
"No, Stan! You could never be part of the problem. I understand that you're trying to help, and I thank you for your concern. I'm just not ready to talk about it just yet. If you still want to help, I'll tell you when I'm ready." He says, looking at me with a smile.
"Of course I still want to help! I care about you Kyle. Now, are you still coming over after school for video games?" I ask, knowing what the answer will be.
"Of course! Thank you Stan!" He says, pulling me into a hug. I get some butterflies, but not enough to make my act any differently. And when we pull apart from our embrace, the bell signaling that lunch had ended rings. Our next class is the same, Biology.
"Come on, we don't want to be late." Kyle says, pulling my arm as he walks to our next class. I can't wait for tonight!
