Disclaimer: Do not own them.
Title: Frisking in the Snow
Summary: Why can't things be perfect like in the stories? Style
Warnings: Yaoi Cussing PWP (Kinda)OOC
Couple: StanKyle
Written By: Shino
Inspired By: Different things.
Comments: Hey-oh people. Sorry I keep spamming your precious Internetz with my crap. :3

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Frisking in the Snow
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Sometimes, I think my life is a TV show.

No! I mean seriously, the shit that happens to me and my friends is too fucked up to be real.

It's one big fucking comedy show. I swear!

And since my life is so fucked up, of course I would fall in love with my best friend. Oh, and trust me, it's worse than it sounds.

Why? Because my best friend in a guy. Yep, that's right. After YEARS of chasing after a girl I end up falling for a guy.

How shitty is that?

I don't even understand WHERE these feelings came from. I just remember looking at him one day and thinking 'I love him.'

No elaborate plot, no denial, no angsting over it for weeks.

Nope, it was a simple realization, and I went on with my life, knowing that the small everyday touches would mean more than they had before.

At first, it was fine, I wasn't dieing, and it was overbearing, it was more of a brotherly love, if it's okay to want to make-out with your brother that is.

But then, and this is where it gets good, it got to the point where it WAS overbearing, and I wanted nothing more than to grab him in the hallways and kiss him breathless.

All together, it was rather frustrating.

Because I don't want to tell him, sure, I could, I mean, we're too good of friends to have something like this break us apart, but I just can't.

When I try my throat closes up and I start hyperventilating.

A very nasty thing to watch when they can't breathe during it, trust me.

I've had MORE than enough chances to tell him too.

For instance, we'll be sitting together at one for our houses, joking around, no one home, he'll trip and fall on me, our lips will almost touch, but that's as close as I ever get. I simply can't say it.

Then, it happened; I found my voice and told him, rather loudly, that I loved him.

Guess what? He blushed, looked down and mumbled 'Let's talk about this later, okay dude?'

Wanna know why he said that?

We were sitting at his dinner table with the rest of his family.

Never had I wanted to sink into the floor MORE than at that moment.

I didn't, instead, I reached across the table, grabbed his collar and proceeded to kiss him.

Well, really I kissed his nose, but after a couple more tries I got it right.

Another thing you may be interested to know.

The Broflovski family then banned me from their property.

After that experience I had my doubts about my life being a television show.

Seriously, on TV the confessions are always perfect. Lots of perfect declarations, lots of perfect kisses, lots of perfect moments afterwards. Not shouting (and your voice cracking), not fumbled kisses, not getting literally thrown out into the snow without your coat, shoes or gloves.

I may be a normal teenager after all.

As normal as South Park will let a teenager get at least.

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D:

Sorry, it's just I notice at A LOT of Style stories that have to do with them confessing and NOT angsting about it or getting rejected, usually happened in seclusion, and, honestly, that's not real.

Well, it is to a degree. But, Stanley, being romantic while confessing to a GUY? Non. And this is coming from ME, the one who slashes EVERYTHING. XB

Well, I guess I'll leave you all to your thoughts of happy Kyle's and Stan's frisking each other in the snow. 3333 Yes I realize the title has nothing to do with the story. I just like that title.

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