DisclaimerObviously I don't own South Park

Rating: G… for now only! It's gonna get pretty M eventually.

Pairing: it will be StanxKyle

Author: KuroxFye

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I stood on the mat and heard the faint door bell muffle its way outside. It was only seconds later the door was being unlocked and pulled open so an expressionless Kyle could let me in. He looked at the ground, made quick eye contact then looked away again.

"Sorry" he murmured "I forgot you were coming." He said so unconvincingly. Threw shear tone you could hear the true meaning of 'I was really hoping you'd forget.' You know, he'll never change. I can still read him like a book and if it weren't for our issues this project would be a cake walk.

So I replied with just what he didn't want to hear. "That's alright, I almost forgot to come." I lied. "Even accidentally walked up my driveway." I laughed a little but still made my actual point painfully clear. He didn't look the least bit amused. I'm not sure why I said anything but whatever… it's not like things could get any more awkward at this point.

Kyle gestured for me to follow him and he headed for his room, it seems no one else is home. His house had changed a little since I was last over here, it looks like the entire house has been painted over in a red color, and they got some new furniture as well. I followed him up the staircase, letting my hand loosely slide up the rail. Once we were in his room he took a seat in his computer chair and I walked over to the end of his bed and sat down. I noticed that spite how the rest of the house changed, this room was pretty much the same, and he was even still using the same bed sheets. I can't believe I even remember what bed sheets he had.

I pulled some papers out of my bag and placed them in front of me as I sat cross legged on his bed then searched for a pencil or pen in my hopeless mess. Eventually I found a pen and turned to my papers, basically I just had to watch and record what he does while we're together from what I understood of the project. I looked up to see what he was doing. With his back turned to me he hovered over his desk 'pretending' to write on some paper. I could clearly see that no ink had touched his paper and I wondered why he was faking.

A couple seconds later my heart began to speed up, I'm not sure why but I was having a small panic attack. It doesn't really surprise me though; I've always been bad with stress. That said my breaths became a bit more rushed and I tried to control them with little success. At least Kyle hadn't seemed to notice yet, that's a good thing. If he did I'm sure I'd throw up, it wouldn't be the first time. That's it, I have to say something. I've been sitting here for 7 minuets in silence, I don't care what it is but I need to do something before I explode. It's all a little to dramatic for my liking… maybe a little humor, comedy never hurt anyone right?

"Kyle Broflovski" I said out loud while pretending to write it on my paper, I caught a glimpse of his eye. "A man of few words sits and does nothing." I continued to mockingly write on my paper.

Damn, who am I kidding that's not funny! It's sarcastic, sarcasm is not what we need right now. Ohh well, what I intended or not, at least saying something calmed my nerves. I looked back up to see that Kyle had turned back to his desk and acting as if he hadn't even heard me. I could feel the pressure building again… screw this.

"Dude, to pass we're gonna have to talk about something, anything!" I sighed then mentally slapped myself. I didn't even want to be here.

He wheeled himself around to look at me. "Then what do you suggest we talk about?" he said rather blandly, his eyes looked tired and pissed all at once.

Well, at least he's replying, it's a step. "Well, you pick. Just nothing to confusing, I have to be able to record ya know." I sounded unintentionally happy.

"Stan, what is your mark in Psychology?" He was rather direct; something tells me this has nothing to do with actually getting a start on the project.

I pretended to think for a moment then replied. "On our last report I had a 95 percent… why?" I'm not sure why I asked… it was fairly obvious.

"Hmm, so it wasn't a mistake then." He said more to himself then to me.

I wasn't sure if I should be offended but I wasn't, not seriously anyways. "Whether you like it or not we're going to have to start sometime, what's your damage?" shit I was going to far. "People have issues, get over it." Yep, I've officially decided I should never talk unless spoken to. Who was I to even say that, I was being a whiny bitch about the whole thing, I haven't stopped complaining in my head since this morning.

He looked dumbfounded for a couple seconds as if he never expected me to say that. "Well excuse me for being human." Yeah, he was pissed… a lot. "How dare you judge me?"

And that's where I should have stopped but sadly, I'm not that smart. "Wow, who said anything about judging, and even if I were, you could stand to be knocked down a couple pegs. Don't just assume you're the only one uncomfortable" I murmured. "Some people just know how to hide themselves better."

He looked at me for a second then retorted back into his quiet daze.

"Fuck this dude, if you need to say something, say it already! I refuse to fail this simply because we have some issues." I'm going to go to hell for this… I just know it. Somehow I found the fighting more appealing then the quite so I'll just keep going, it's not like there's even a relationship here to mess up any worse.

Kyle looked at me as if he were mentally setting me a blaze. "Do you really want to pick up where we left off?" he asked in a rather sick tone. "Because as I recall, that didn't go so well." He snapped.

"It's better then the cold shoulder."

He grabbed at his head in frustration curling over a little. "Fuck Stan, this is all your fucking fault." He said calmly though threw clenched teeth.

"My fault?" I bit back. "Maybe to some extent… hell maybe even most of it but it's yours too!"

Clearly by this point we had completely jumped backwards in time to finish something we never had. It scared me but at the same time I was really enjoying this, finally talking; granted it was more like screaming.

"Really now?" he said sarcastically "Tell me Stan, in which way EXACTLY was any of it my fault!? As I remember you're the one who ditched me for a year, you're the one who started doing 'things' with all those pot heads. You wouldn't even listen to me that one time I tried to tell you it was bad news. Look, a couple years later and you're STILL stuck in that crowd. Are you proud Stan, do you mind being fucked up, do you care that you were hurting people who were close to you!?"

I stood, taking a step back. It amazed me that his main defense circled around drugs and such yet I was in no way I part of that. "You don't know me at all; you don't know what you're talking about!" I snarled. "Do you really think I'm THAT stupid? I see what's happened to Kenny, he's gone dude and he probably won't even finish school this year."

"What does Kenny have to do with anything?"

"Absolutely nothing. If you knew me at all, even back then, you'd know I wouldn't even chance getting myself into any of that shit… it can seriously mess with you." I made myself clear. "I told you that last time, that I wasn't doing anything, you just didn't believe me. But then again, what does any of that have to do with what happened between you and I?"

His expression for an instance showed relief… as if he cared or something, but then went back into anger. "Even so, you still ditched me… you were my best friend! I had no one else to turn to back then, you literally left me alone. I don't care if that seems like ancient history to you r-tard because it still hurts to know someone would do that." He said letting out a lot of breath.

"I fucking came back! It may have been a little late but I had good reason, or at least I thought I did." I looked up. "Then again, you've heard that story already haven't you." I recalled his reaction last time I told him everything I did was for Kenny's sake… he didn't believe me.

"A little to late would be a large understatement. By the time you started trying to hang out with me again I had already been alone for almost a full year!"

Is it just me, or does he seem to be coming around in his own way? The argument had been short lived and looked like it was nearing an end. I didn't really expect this to change anything, just clear the air a little so we could finally start working.

"Well I am sorry for that, time didn't seem so important back then." I decided to make the most of this apology, because who knows when I'll get to apologize again. "You were my best friend too, even while I chased after Kenny I always thought of you as there. It was a big shocker when I realized you weren't. I know it's late in the coming, but this is just everything I never got a chance to tell you before." All of a sudden I started to feel very emotional; today's been a strange day for me.

"Shit we're retarded." I heard him half laugh.

I paused for a good minuet before sighing "Yeah…" in agreeance.

It was a couple more moments before I heard him say "What now?"

"Dude, lets get this project over with, maybe we can gather enough information just from memory. You first, into the mind of Kyle."

Okay, that went way better then I think either of us suspected. It all happened so fast, and we were far from fine, but somehow we had created a calm. And I could work with it; no one ever said we had to be perfect. I don't think this means anything will change at school, why should it? We have our own friends and lives to live but maybe I'll at least stop getting that sinking feeling in my stomach every time he walks by.

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Well, what a happy little fight they just had.

I have to say though, I HATE writing people when they're angry… especially when I myself am in a very good mood.

Hint hint, notice Stan's stomach problem…I call it fore shadowing! Just not very sneaky.

Well I've concluded that this is only being read by about 5 people so I hope at least you enjoy it.

Chapter 4 is ready… it's all just a matter of putting it up, so comment!

- KuroxFye