Inspired by the lack of Token fics in the South Park. Each chapter will be a new couple so if anyone has request, leave it in a review. Enjoy.

TokenXStan

From the corner of his eyes, he saw Wendy whisper something to Token and the boy smiled. He made a face and the girl busted out laughing.

"I fucking hate that bastard."

Kyle rolled his green eyes and bit into his sandwich. "Stan, you and Wendy broke up two weeks. She has the right to date whoever. Even if it makes her look like a slut." The raven knew the Jew's logic was flawless but why did Wendy feel the need to run back to the only black guy in town after every break up?

It was almost as if she was eager to start a pointless fight just so he can say it's over in a fit of anger. Each break up, which had became more frequent in their 7 year relationship, had a planned pattern. This unspoken pattern was set on repeat by who, Stan didn't know. He and Wendy would come together, make out, and be in a fresh puppy dog love. Then, Stan could time it perfectly, Wendy would start bitching over something trivial. The Marsh boy would follow his lines in the get angry. Then their "perfect" relationship would fall to the floor.

It took Stan about a week to recover from the pain each time. He was still a sensitive creature, as Cartman loves to point out, and he can't help but to succumb to his feelings and booze. Kenny and Kyle would allow him to sulk only for so long before forcing him to put the bottle down, get off his period, and get back into the world. This would be followed by a much needed trip to Raisin's, though the girls working there now were more like oranges, grapefruits, and the rare and beautiful cantaloupe than raisins.

The cycle would end with Wendy in Stan's arms crying. She'd say sweet things, things Stan doesn't care to remember. All he knew was that he had forgiven her and that he wanted her back despite the fact that she smelt like Token's Axe. He bury his face in her long ebony her and inhale the musky intoxication. It calmed him, like Jack Daniel's did, and it filled him with warmth. He enjoyed the scent for some reason. Was it because it was a momentary closure to a emotionally exhausting rile? Or was it because it wasn't Wendy's overpowering flowery fragrance, the last thing he wanted to smell at any time. Or maybe...it was because it reminded him so much of Token.

Token...what a love-hate relationship they shared, far greater than the on he and the school president had. When the girl in purple was making out with him, he enjoyed the dark skin boy. He was a pleasant change to crazy sex addict, critical kill joy, and racist homicidal sociopath that he usually called his friends. He was calm, sincere, and witty.

They hung out a lot more since their freshman year when they both got accepted to be on the football team. Stan trained as a quarter back while Token his running back. The two were partners in almost ever drill. They were each others fall back man. When Stan needed a sure thing touch down in the last quarter, all he had to do was to give a short nod to Token. They had a code going on and it was key to the winning streak of the South Park Bulls during their sophomore year. Stan didn't mind playing Modern warfare with Token on weekends or chatting with him at a party. When it was good between them, it was simple and easy.

When the tables were turn, he cursed the boys easy going smooth ways and chilled demeanor. It wasn't envy that drove his hate but the sense of betrayal A stab in the back from some who was suppose to always to be there for him. Stan couldn't even hate Token. He just...wanted him to be his friend, not his enemy. He wanted Token and Wendy. Stan could feel many things for the African American teen and too many or those feelings were brought up when he smelled Wendy's hair. Not that the over-sensitive, alcoholic pussy would do anything yet.

"Mhhmmm hhmmm mmmm mmm mmhhhh mmhhhh." Kenny mumbled. His still wears that orange hoodie with the hood pulled too tight, just in a bigger size. His parents had thought it was a smart idea to invest in a small and large size, just encase their kid decided to grow or something over the years. And besides, buy one get one free was a deal too good to pass up for poor redneck white trash. Still Kenny didn't mind much. Everyone who he cared about understood him fine and he loved the iconic, bright hoodie. It had been his burial shirt more than a million times.

"I know Kennah! Stan is just a throbbing vagina, he can't help his moistness." Cartman said with his mouth full. Crumbs dropped from the corners of his lips.

"How would you know what a wet vagina looks like fat ass? " Kyle questioned. " Girls hate you."

"Naw-ah! I got a girlfriend in Canada." Of course he would lie. As the usually banter took off, Stan returned to looking at the new couple. Wendy had said something to looking up and meeting Stan's gaze for a second. Token must have said something good because she smiled and turned her back completely to the hat wearing boy. A ripple of anger pass through him.

The bell rang and the high schoolers started to file out of the cafe in their usual manner. Butters was babbling who the Kardashians adopted Khloe from a field of roaming trolls. Jimmy sputtered a pretty good joke about ass cheeks and Timmy strolled next to him screaming his own name in reply.

Stan couldn't focus on anything but his ex and her new boyfriend. Unintentionally, he broke away from his friends and started to trail the couple. When Wendy waved good bye to the black teen, Stan continued to follow with a building anger. The dark haired boy wasn't sure what he was going to do when he and Token finally meet up.

Token was only an inch taller than him and they had a similar build that forged out of three years of football practice. In a fight, the two seem evenly matched because, like his forefathers, Stan could take and deliver a punch and Token took boxing since he was 12. It would be an interesting fight...

"Stan."Token stopped abruptly in the hall. The white boy stared daggers into his shaven black locks. "I'm not going to fight you." This only made Stan angrier. How dare he try and be the better man? No, Stan wanted holy and mature Token to stoop to his level.

"Fuck you man." Stan felt drunk but he hadn't had any booze since last week. "J-just fuck you!" They were in the hallway alone but even the lockers and checkered tiles were nosy and closed in on them.

"Every god damn time! Jesus, do you enjoy sending me your sloppy seconds?"

"Stan-"

"No fuck you man! I thought we were friends..." Token turned to meet the screaming boy. Brown meet blue right as time froze.

"We are friends." Token's voice carried off softly.

"Friends don't take other friend's girlfriends. Friends are there for each other when the other one is suicidal." God, the venom in his voice was palatable. Token winced but held his ground.

"Friends don't ignore other friends. Friends don't hurt other friends." This counter was unexpected. Stan rolled his eyes.

"Hurt? I'm the one getting hurt. One of my best friends loves to make out with the girl of my dreams." Now it was the black kids turn to act cynical.

"And you treat her like dirt. Dude, you've been dating her since you were 10 and you guys break up almost every fucking week. You think you the only one getting hurt? You don't take her on dates, you barely talk to her, just texting. All you guys do is make out all day and occasionally, she go to a game. It's almost like a title you give." He pointed a chocolate finger at something random. "Girlfriend!" He moved it over to somewhere else. " Girlfriend!". Then he finally shot him self with the finger. "Friend." His voice went flat on the note.

Stan stood there like a jack ass because Token hit the nail on the head. But you are my friend..not just in title...you really are my friend, dude." He took a step forward and felt a bit awkward.

"Prove it Stan! You act like an asshole to me ever other month, ignore me on the field...I'm your right hand and you just cut me off until Wendy leaves me. We aren't even dating!"

Stan nearly fell on the floor. Of course Wendy and him were dating! "Don't try and lie to me-"

"I'm NOT lying. We're just friends. I haven't dated her since fourth grade. I was just a stupid rumor that you and every other dumb ass at this school is dying to believe. When you guys have a fight, she comes to me crying about what a dick you are and how she can't stand you. I'm the one that convinces her to give you another shot because I know you're not just a dick. Because you have your moments where you are sweet and kind and not a huge throbbing vagina."

Red started to spread across his cheeks and neck. He adjusted his old blue-red puffball hat and looked to the floor. "I am a big dick."

"No, a hermaphrodite. Your a dick and a pussy." Token's angry stared to wane as he saw the start of a much needed realization of his own dangerous self absorption. Stan was embarrassed, standing bare of pride. He was in his weakest form and Token loved the vulnerability in him right now. The rich teen wanted to wrap his arm around the shocked form and protect him for himself.

His voice was a murmur. " Why does she keep coming back?"

"Because we know you can't be left alone! Without Kyle or Kenny, you'd probably would have killed yourself. You are the most selfish person I know other than Cartman but we put up with you because we love you and him because he won't leave."

Stan didn't smile at the joke. He wanted to cry and break down, proving Token's point farther. He did consume everyone in his actions, dragging his friends along. Jesus...

Snapping him out of his self-pitying rant was two strong arms. Token was hug-no holding Stan. Stan's face was pressed against a dark ear. The warm smell of Axe filling his nostrils. It was much stronger in its pure unfiltered form.

"Don't cry." He whispered right into his ear. " I kinda of sick of people crying." Stan's toned arms wrapped around Token's flat waist and he pushed out thoughts of homosexuality from his head. This wasn't gay. It was friendship. It was when you know the feeling you got when you knew someone had your back, no matter how much of a hermaphrodite you were being.

"I'm sorry." Stan said into the other boy's smooth skin. Token was on of the few who had been blessed by puberty and spared the horrible mess of zits and pimples. Stan had one or two left on his chin and forehead and he started to get self conscious. Everything that he though didn't matter about him, everything that he considered great was in question now. His self-esteem was doing back-flips.

"Yea. I know you are." Token shivered. He felt the white boy's heart beat on his chest. His own heart raced settle in between his ribcage. He didn't want to let go.

Came out more Stancenteric than I thought it would. I thought it was kinda plausible( the fighting taking away Stan's bias had nothing to do with Wendy doing it on purpose.) Review for more Token love?