Alright, here's the first chapter of my new story named "I Never Really Thought"…I hope its better than Nothing Else Matters. That story sucked, big time. I hope U like this better. Reviews are always appreciated. =]

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"I never really thought it would end up like this," Stan sighed as he watched Wendy make out with Kenny. "But I guess I was sort of expecting it."

The two sixteen year old best friends stood side by side, watching the black haired, gray-eyed girl kiss their lifelong friend passionately.

Kyle Brofloski thought it was a shame. He always thought the two were meant to be. But at the same time, he was content. He gazed at his best friend. The black haired boy leaned against the school. His black hair fell in his face, just touching his eyes. His beautiful blue eyes looked dull as he gazed at the secret new couple. He had grown tall, about six two.

Kyle smiled, gazing at his best friend. Then he looked back at the couple, his frown returning. The thought of anyone hurting his best friend made him angry.

Stan took this opportunity to look at the shorter boy. He had also grown tall, only an inch shorter than Stan. His messy jewfro had calmed into beautiful, silky slinkies that fell into his face, darkening into a slightly darker shade of red. He had very light freckles spread across this face, but everyone thought it was unbearably cute. His bright, emerald green eyes looked a little angry.

Stan raised an eyebrow. "Kyle? What's wrong?"

Kyle smirked, a dark expression on his face. "It's just that the fact of knowing that someone's hurting my super best friend kills me, yah know?"

Stan smiled softly. "Aw, it's alright…" he shrugged. "They were totally hitting on each other anyway. And it doesn't really hurt. I'm alright."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, yeah," Stan nodded, turning back to his super best friend. "Forget about those two. It's Friday. What're you doing later?"

Kyle shrugged. "I have track in an hour…and don't you have football?"

Stan nodded. "Yeah. Just meet me in the locker rooms after you're done, alright? You wanna sleep over tonight?"

"Sure," Kyle smiled, slinging his black backpack over his shoulder and walking away. "See yah later, alright?"

"'Kay," Stan picked up his backpack, watching his friend go, then walked away in the opposite direction.

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"Kyle?" Stan called, entering the locker rooms. The rest of the football team had gone home; he was late because he had waited for his best friend, who was nowhere to be found. "You in here?"

He heard the sound of rushing water, and knew a shower was on. He walked closer to the shower stalls and called again. "Uh…Kyle?"

"BOO!" A familiar voice shouted. Muscular arms wrapped themselves around Stan's waist pulling him close to his chest.

"AH!" Stan yelped, spinning around to see a laughing redhead. "Kyle, you jackass! You scared the shit outta me!"

Kyle laughed and stepped back. He was wet and naked except for a towel around his waist. "Sorry, I couldn't resist," he winked, then walked over to the shower and turned the knob, shutting it off. "So what took yah so long?"

"I was waiting outside for like half an hour, dude!"

"Really? Oh…I waited in here for like half an hour…sorry, dude."

"It's alright," Stan patted him on the back. "So you done in here? Let's go."

"Aren't you gonna shower?"

"Nah…I'll just shower when I get home. Until then," Stan smirked and grabbed Kyle, putting him in a headlock. "You have to deal with THIS!"

"AGH! Gross, dude!" Kyle cried. "You reek! Let me go!"

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"So," Kyle said, kicking off his shoes and placing them on the mat near the door. "Watcha wanna do?"

The door bell rang as Stan closed the door and he sighed, looking through the peephole.

"Ugh, crap," Stan groaned.

"What's wrong?"

"Fatass alert."

"Oh God."

Stan opened the door. "What do you want, fatass?"

Cartman stood in the doorway. With age, the boy had lost all his fat and replaced it with muscle, but he wasn't as built as the others, which was why the other boys still called him "fatass". Although he wasn't the most built, he was definitely the tallest, standing at a hefty 6'5". He had kept his hair short, and his hazel eyes were still devious and evil. "Not much, fag. Wanna buy some-" Stan slammed the door in the boy's face.

"Selling pirated DVD's again?"

"Yep."

"Thought so."

The doorbell rang again and Stan flung it open. "Stop ringing my doorbell, Cartman!" Stan yelled.

"Geez, sorry, dude," Kenny jumped back, holding his arms up in defense.

"Oh, it's you, Kenny…sorry, I thought you were Cartman."

"Yeah…" Kenny rubbed the back of his neck. Now that he was sixteen, he had stopped wearing his hood up and tightened and replaced it with a new sweat shirt, but with the hood down, usually wearing jeans and his favorite orange Nikes. His blonde hair was messy and fell in his face, and he had big, innocent gray eyes. With his eyes, no one believed how dirty and perverted he was. "Uhm…listen…dude…I'm so-"

"I saw you making out with Wendy, Kenny."

"…what?"

"I'm not mad."

"What? Why not?"

"I dunno…I was kinda expecting it…"

"Oh…"

"So, I just want you to know, because I'm the only mature one here," Kyle opened his mouth to say something put Stan placed a finger over his mouth. "The only one," he snickered, then continued. "That I'm ok with you and Wendy being toge-"

Before Stan could finish, Kenny's arms were around him, hugging him very, very tightly. "REALLY?! THANKS SOOO MUCH STAN! THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU!"

"Agh! Kenny, that's enough!" Stan wheezed. Kenny released him.

"Sorry, dude," he smiled sheepishly. "It's just that…I really like her…"

"I thought you might. That's why I went out with her, Ken."

"Oh, right, sorry…"

"It's fine, dude. No hard feelings, right?"

Kenny's face broke into a huge grin. "Right. But I do owe you, dude."

"Owe me?"

"Big time," Kenny winked at Stan, then strutted out the door. "See yah later, guys."

"Uh…bye," Kyle waved after him, still puzzled. Then he turned back to Stan, who was gaping. "Weird kid, huh?" Stan didn't answer. "Uh…Stan?"

Oh my God… Stan thought. Kenny…Kenny knows my secret!

"Huh?" Stan blinked, turning back to Kyle and grinning. "Oh, right. Sorry dude, spaced out. Wanna go play video games?"

Kyle raised an eyebrow. "Uh…sure."

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As the two played Mario Kart, Stan totally kicking Kyle's ass, Kyle couldn't help but wonder, What could Kenny possibly owe Stan?

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Alright, end of this chappie =D I hope it's better!! Ugh, I can't stand how badly Nothing Else Matters sucked. Sorry for bringing up that shit =P