Shelly's POV

It took me a while but I finally found a time when the turd didn't either have friends around him like that blue haired bitch or went straight home like Mom used to. I've been waiting outside his school and luckily he didn't even notice me following him from behind before I chloroformed him. I pull him behind a row of stores before I hear him moaning.

Shit, is he awaking up? I shoulda known that guy would've given me some cheap crap. He wakes up and immediately starts struggling. I refuse to let him go as I tighten my grip on him, slightly choking him. But he looks up to see my face.

"What the fuck? Shelly?" He chokes as he starts trying to pry my arm off of his neck, "What are you doing?"

"I'm finishing the job." I let out a threaten glare as I tighten my grip. I was hoping to do it somewhere more private but the turd gave me no choice.

"What's wrong with you?" He screams, "If you're mad at me for putting you in jail, I get that. But do you really have to murder me?" He breaks away from me, backing away from me to look at me with a face I've never seen on him.

I falter as I look at him. For a moment there, I thought I could see a hint of remorse in all that rage and fear. But as soon as the thought comes to mind, it leaves me. What am I saying? He's not sorry, I know he doesn't give a fuck. It's just an act, he thinks I'd go easy on him like that.

I grab him by the collar, throwing him against the wall. "Don't you get it, Stan? As long as you're around, I'm always in your shadow; I'll always be second place."

To my surprise, he's fighting back with a lot more power than I anticipated. He throws a strong right hook into my jaw and pushes me off of him, once again putting some distance between us. "I'm surprised, you've gotten stronger since I put that knife into your shoulder." I taunt as I wipe the blood. That punch made me clip my lip.

"I can't afford to lose, I have someone I need to get back to." He says firmly, carrying an aura of desperation and confidence. It makes me sick.

"Someone to get back to?" I scoff. "You're a drunk, you're a parasite, and you make everyone around you miserable. Who'd really want you?" I rush at him again, knocking him onto the ground. "You're a piece of shit but you still get fucking everything. You don't deserve shit!" I scream into his ear and I punch him in the eye.

I get up and stand over him, dealing blow after blow as he curls in on himself to shield himself. I kick at his chest, stomach and legs. But with every extra ounce of force I put in, every blow feels less satisfying. In fact, it's beginning to feel empty. Why? This is what I wanted, I've been waiting for years to have him beneath my feet. But even as I ground my shoe into his face, that gnawing feeling just keeps growing.

"Fuck you, I don't care what you say." He wheezes as he tries to pull me down by my legs. "I. Don't. Deserve this." I can see the fire in his eyes as he starts fighting back again. Just seeing the drive in his eyes infuriates me so I lose any remaining control or logical thought and ring my hands around his neck, squeezing it tighter.

Out of the faint corner of my eye, I see a group of people coming towards us and I hear one of them scream, "Oh shit! Someone call 911!"

I'm running out of time, so I do the one thing I can do: tighten the grip I have around his neck. I keep going, applying more pressure until his face begins to lose color and he coughs and chokes for air, but he didn't give up like two years ago. He's still trying to pry my hand off his throat.

"Why can't you just die?" I shout as I squeeze even harder. "Just fucking die!" I can see the fire in his eyes slowly fade away but besides that fire, I don't see fear of death or me. It looks more a refusal to accept his fate. Why is he fighting so hard? Why does he have that he'd fight to the death for?

I didn't have time to find out, I realize it's too late the moment I heard the men behind us shouting "Police! Let go of that boy." I might want the turd dead but I'm not gonna die tonight. I throw his head onto the ground with a thud. He just chokes and gasps as he recovers the air he desperately needs as I put my hands up in relent defeat.

The officers don't care though, they push me up against the wall and check me for more weapons before putting my hands behind my back and cuffing them. God dammit, he's getting interrogated by the police and I'm sitting the back of a fucking cop car. Suddenly through the crowds of people, I see Mom and that stupid psychiatrist show up.

Of course you show up when Stan's the one in trouble.

I see Mom march up to me as Francine goes over to Stan. The first thing she does is ask me, "Shelly, where have you been?"

"Why do you care?" I scowl as I turn, facing away from her. I'm not going to give her the impression that she can ever control me.

"Shelly Marsh! So help me god, tell me why you attacked your brother." She starts to yell at me with a tone that feels so foreign yet so familiar.

"Because he's a thorn in my side." I answer drily before turning to her to shoot her a glare. But when I look at her, I don't see anger, I don't even see sadness. I see a woman frustrated to the point of breaking. That's when I realize why that tone felt so familiar, it was the same tone that my Mom used when she argued with day, the day before their divorce.

For the first time, I feel a calm yet tense silence between us before Francine steps in and puts a comforting hand on her shoulder, "Sharon, let me talk to her. Go check on Stanley." She says. Mom takes her suggestion with a blank look as she stands up and walks tiredly towards him. The look she gives me as she turns her back towards me is…

"Was it worth it?" I hear Francine ask me, snapping me back to reality.

"What?"

"I heard witnesses state that you stopped before kept attacking him until the police showed up." She states as she studies my expression, "Did you solve anything by taking it out on him?"

I take a good long moment to think about before answering, "No."

"I'm going to ask you something." She asks with a serious tone, "Imagine if the police didn't intervene and you got your wish. Your brother was dead, laying there on the sidewalk because you got what you wanted. How do you feel?"

Again, it takes me a while to think about the scenario. Stan, on the ground dead because I finally choked the life out of him like I almost did on his 16th birthday. I… I feel… "I feel… empty." I answer softly, almost like a whisper, "Like I don't know what to do anymore. I don't understand, I should be happy but how mom looked at me just now. It wasn't the eyes of someone looking at someone they care about, it was of someone who looks like they're ready to give up." I begin to spill my thoughts as the tears start to form. I don't get it, this was what I wanted. So why do I feel so lost?

"This is what I meant, Shelly." Francine explains, "You have nothing to gain if you killed your brother. You'd be completely alone, the one thing you're so afraid of. The worst part is that if you would've passed that point, there would be been no going back."

She straightens herself as a police officer comes over to open the door and unlock my handcuffs. As I stare confusingly at what's happening, Francine explains the situation, "Stanley has convinced the cops not to press charges. Second chances are short of supply. Use it wisely."

I don't even remember what happened after that, I get into Mom's car after the police interrogate me. Francine says goodbye and heads back. Stan has run off somewhere after the police finish questioning him, I don't care right now.

All I can think about is what Francine said. Going after Stan isn't going to make me happy, all it'll do is drive Mom away from me and… I'd be alone. She's right, that's not what I want.

So what am I supposed to do now?

Kyle's POV

Hey, it's Stan. Sorry I can't pick up right now. Leave a message and I'll get back to you. Beep~

Ugh, that's the 7th time I heard that voicemail. I hang up without leaving another message. It's been about two hours since our texts, he should've been here by now. I grip my phone tighter and hit 'Redial'

Ring~

Ring~

Hey, it's Stan. Sorry I can't pick up-

Fuck this, I end the call again furiously. I can't believe it, he fucking ditched me. That bastard had the balls to get my hopes up then leave me high and dry. He's so dead when I get my hands on him. Who does he think he is?! Who am I kidding? Why did I even get my hopes up? Did I just assume it'd be different just because it's Stan?

Get a grip, Kyle Broflovski. Who are you to think that someone'd even give me the time of day when it comes to relationship? I feel so done with everything. Dejected, I turn on my phone screen again and dial a different number.

"Hey, hey. This is Kenny."

"He stood me up." That's the first thing I say in the coldest tone I've ever used.

"What?" Kenny asks in shock and confusion.

"I rang him, three times, and he didn't even show up." I clench my jaw in anger before releasing it to let out a dejected sigh, "What a dick. I should've known that it was too good to be true." I chuckle drily to myself.

"Woah, woah. Back the hell up, Kyle." I pause and take a breather before he says, "Now tell Dr. Kenny what happened."

"I called and let his phone ring three times, he texted me and I even let him know that I'd be waiting at the bus stop for him. It's been 2 hours and I haven't even seen him."

Kenny listens patiently before asking, "You sure that he stood you up? Something could've come up or maybe he's in traffic."

I let out a chortle at his naïve optimism, "He could've just texted me or picked up during the last five fucking times I tried to call him, at least I'd know to wait for him at home or something like that."

"Do you think he's in an accident?" He suddenly asks, catching me off guard

"N-no… It couldn't be. Stan wouldn't get himself hurt like that." I whisper, more to reassure myself than to answer Kenny.

"I don't know. But even the dead could see how smitten Stan is for you, he wouldn't abandon you again. I know it's hard but you've gotta have faith and try to see this through. Keep trying or call Sue or something; no matter what the reason, find him and give him a chance to explain himself." He tries to encourage me but all I can feel is the heavy guilt in my heart weighing me down.

"Yeah, thanks Kenny." I hang up and I groan at myself, hating myself for even thinking that of Stan.

I keep thinking that Stan probably ditched me or was playing a prank on me. I never once consider that he isn't here because he really couldn't. What if he really was hurt? What if everything Kenny said was true and he was desperately trying to see me? I feel like such an asshole, Stan's probably doing his best and thinking on how to apologize to me; and all I can think is that he lied and ditched me, even though he's my best friend. Even though I know he thinks the world of me.

God, I'm such a jackass.

I keep repeating that in my head like a mantra as the phone keeps ringing, suddenly it goes through and I jump off the bench on the bus stop. "Hello, Stan?" I don't even try to hide to anxiousness in my voice, "Where were you? I called you like seven times."

"Hey Kyle. Sorry I left you hanging, something came." Stan apologizes, he sounds tired and weak. "I'm heading over to the bus stop right now."

"Sure." I say before we hang up. I can't help but think about Stan right now. He sounds like that night I found him in his room injured, but much worse.

As Stan appears out of the corner of my eye, I feel my heart stop and drop down into the ground below me. Stan was covered in bruises and blood, he has a black eye forming on the right side of his face, distracting me from the stunning shimmer of his azure blue eyes. His black hair is completely disheveled and covered with dirt, part of it is stuck onto his forehead from the blood dying, sticking it in place. He looks up to me and gives me a small smile, but I can tell it's not as easy as he's trying to make it look.

"Holy shit, what happened to you?!" I say as I run up to him. He's not about to faint but he looks like he should be in the hospital.

"Shelly. I'm fine though, she just kinda kicked my ass." He even tries to laugh it off for my sake. I feel the guilt gnawing at me now, how could I've doubted someone as dorky as him?

I say nothing and hug him, burying myself into his chest. Stan seems fluttered as he awkwardly wraps his arms around him and pats the back of my head, "Wow, Kyle. Never saw this side of you before." He smiles.

I laugh a little and lightly punching him in the chest before pulling away just enough to look at him without unlinking ourselves.

He breaks up the hug and we begin our walk to his car. "So I guess I owe you an explanation." He starts.

"Uh-huh."

"I was on my way to see you."

"Sure you were." I tease him as we walk side by side.

"When I heard my phone ring three times, I felt like I was dreaming, I couldn't stop smiling or shaking." I look up at him and sure again, he has that big goofy grin I remember seeing when he was around Wendy, but now it's there because of me. "I practically flew out the building and jumped into my car. I was so tunnel-vision I didn't even notice Shelly when she came up to me." He finishes but he has this awkward look, like he's ashamed of something.

"You OK, Stan?" I ask him.

"Just a little embarrassed, I guess. I had so many scenarios in my head on how it'd be like when you ring me up, but showing up late after getting my ass handed to me by my psycho sister wasn't one of them." He replies while rubbing the back of his neck, "I just don't know what you'd think about this."

I stop in my tracks to give him an incredulous look, "Come on Stan, really?"

"Huh?"

"Give your boyfriend some credit here. We grew up together, remember? I know what Shelly's like and I know what you've been through. I already understand, so don't worry about it." I roll my eyes and smile, it's kinda sweet that he cares so much about something like this.

"Boyfriend?" He smiles as he raises his eyebrow.

"Well yeah. We're boyfriends now, right?" I ask cautiously, "I mean, if you're interested in me and I'm interested in you, and we're dating, doesn't that make-?" I continue to rant until Stan cuts me off with a quick kiss on my lips. "You talk too much." He smirks before reattaching his lips onto mine.

I gladly reciprocate, moving my lips against his and it feels amazing. It's even better than the time he kissed me in Hawaii. It feels soft and gentle, strong, bold and confident. He holds me closer to him as his hands travel up my forearms and cups my face, and it feels so right. I feel so at ease, so complete.

But before I know it, the tingling feeling I had when we started our kiss starts to get stronger. This isn't right, it's getting worse. I soon realize that I'm having an anxiety attack, I feel the blood rushing through my veins freezing me like ice as I start to sweat. I want to pull away but I don't really want to, besides I'm too frozen to do anything.

Stan seems to catch on, he pulls away from me and asks me with a concerned look on his face, "Hey, you OK?"

My breaths are short and erratic but I try to put on a strong face, "Yeah, just a little episode." I try my best to regulate my breathing again as I reply as reassuring as I can right now, "I'll be fine"

Stan just looks at me as he wraps my arms around my waist, rubbing my back to sooth me. "You're shaking." He whispers sadly at the realization.

"It's just a thing, don't worry about it. I just don't do very well with heavy kissing and stuff like that." I utter to him. I'm honestly a little embarrassed that I have to admit that to Stan while my hands are shaking.

Stan, however being that amazing person that he is, just nods understandingly and says, "OK then, we'll go slow then."

Our drive back to the house was quiet but comforting. It's one of those peaceful silence moments you hear so much about in movies. None of us say a thing but all we can think about is how happy we are now.

After we enter the house, I struggle to figure out what to do next. We stand at the intersection between our rooms before I start awkwardly, "So…"

I can't believe it. I'm too shy right now to look at the man I just kissed, the friend I had since I could speak. Why am I so awkward?

Stan's no better off as he mirrors my awkward expression, still with that big smile on his face, "Yeah, umm."

"Well, good night Stan."

"Night, Kyle."

We say our good-nights before going into our rooms. After a while, I walk out to change the candle and I can't help but smile again. I did it, I confessed and he accepted it. As I light the candle and link my hands together to pray, I can't help but say to whatever celestial being is listening.

Thank you, for giving me this chance.

Stan's POV

I listen intensely as Z finishes up playing the song. He's been asking me to teach him how to play the guitar, since he's got a guitar playing friend to help him get better. I meet up with him at our hangout: under the bridge of the park we go to, and he'd start showing me what he knows and I'd help him along the way.

"How was that?" Z asks me as he puts his guitar down.

"Well you're still a beat behind during the chorus and you have problems with shifting smoothly. But not too bad." I compliment him as I pick up the guitar on my lap and give him a live demonstration, "See? This is how you do it."

I keep playing as Z studies my actions. But after I stop, I notice him studying my face. "What?" I ask.

"So you look so much happier than last I saw you." Z says as he eyes me suspiciously. "What, you lose your V card?"

I guess I do look like a psycho, since I look like I got ran over by a truck but I still have the smile of someone who just won the grand prize of the lottery. But then again, Kyle is way more rewarding than winning a lucky draw.

"Well getting a boyfriend seems something to be happy about." I answer smugly, not bothering to hide the shit-eating grin I've had on my face since I woke up this morning and realize that everything that happened last night was real.

"You got Kyle to be your boyfriend?" Z's cyan eyes turn from suspicious silts to wide-eye joy, "Stan, that's awesome."

"Thanks, Z." I ruffle his short black hair as I tune up my guitar, "So what about you and that girl you've been chasing?"

His smile drops and he responds with a sigh, "Oh… I let her go."

That nearly shocks me into dropping my guitar, "What? Why?"

"Jeff did come home after you beat him senseless, but he's been a real pain in the ass." He frowns, "I don't want her to get caught up in my dysfunctional family drama."

Well I guess it makes sense, I was worried about what Kyle thought about me and Shelly's messed up sibling rivalry because he told me that he didn't care. I guess the kid's just not as lucky. "Fuck dude, I'm sorry."

"It's fine, it was my call anyways. Let's just not talk about her anymore." He sulks as he turns his focus back to his guitar.

"Right." I nod as I come up with something else to say, "So how's your mom doing?"

"I don't know how she is anymore, she looks happy but she isn't smiling. She doesn't complain but I barely hear her say anything about Jeff or my stepdad. I don't know how I can make her happy, Stan."

"Well, I'm sure this song you'll make her smile." I ruffle his hair again, in encouragement, "Come on, let's keep practicing."

"If this doesn't work I don't know what will." He giggles a little as he pull my hand out of his hair. I playfully fight against him and I accidently push onto his hand. He pulls his hand away and grimaces in pain, "Argh."

I stop joking and ask him, "Hey, what happened?" He quickly tries to hide his wrist but I manage to pull him from his back and I look at his fingers, they're not broken but the joints and the back of his hand are bruised and twitching. "What's wrong with your hands?"

"It's fine, Jeff's just an asshole." He pulls his hand away from my grasp again, lightly massaging it to ebb the pain, "He stomps on my wrists when he sees me with my guitar."

"That's not OK, you should get that checked."

"I'll be fine, it's just a little twitchy. It'll go away soon enough"

"Ok, but if this keeps up you should go see a doctor." I relent but I make sure to remind him, "You can't really play guitar with shaky hands like those."

"Got it, see ya then." He nods and gets up off the ground we're sitting on.

"You're heading back already?" I ask in surprise. Usually we hang out until the sun sets but nowadays I see him more but he seems more tense and on edge.

"Mom doesn't like me staying out for too long since she's gotta keep watch on Jeff." He explains, disappointed but he walks over to his bike with a stiff smile on his face.

"Be careful about him, Ok?" I warn Z, I don't need what happened to me with Shelly to happen to him with his stepbrother, "People like him don't just stop."

"I will." He nods and gets on his bike. Before he leaves, he turns around and says with the most sincere voice I've ever heard, "Thanks by the way, for everything. You're the only one who'd even give a shit about me, if you didn't I'd probably be as good as dead."

"Don't say that, kid." I scold him jokingly as I watch him leave, "Don't practice tonight and let your fingers rest."

"Got it." He gives me a thumbs up as he rides back home. I pick up my guitar and get into my car. As I start driving back to the house, I get a phone call from Kyle. "Hey, baby. What's up?"

"Ok, first off. No 'baby' or 'babe', Ok? It's gay as fuck."

"So… we're gonna keep dating?"

"Are you kidding me, Stan?" "You have no idea how hard is it for me to get here, you lost your chance to back out. We're stuck together."

"Ok, fair enough. Where are you right now?"

"Getting out of class. Man, the TA is worse than Mr. Garrison."

"Damn, that sucks ass."

"Tell me about it, I need to blow off some steam."

"Mario Kart and pizza?"

"Deluxe. And we're gonna need two of them since Kenny and Tweek are gonna want some."

"Done, I'll get everything set up."

"Ok, see you home."

Home. He said home. I know what he means but I just get this nauseatingly-sweet happiness bubbling inside me. I hope I feel like this every time I'm with Kyle. He's just perfect, strong, determined and he's still the same Kyle I've known for all these years. He's just the kind of lover I want.

I make it to the house in record time and hop in to set up the game system. I check the clock as I hear Mario Kart 8 Deluxe starting up on the TV. Huh, Kyle's bus will probably get here in about 20 minutes. I smile as an idea pops into my head. I get on the phone as I walk out of the house to place the orders for our pizzas on take-out.

I manage to get into an ice cream shop nearby and get some sugar-free vanilla ice cream before waiting at the bus stop for Kyle. Soon I see the bus pull up and I see him near the window as he gets off the bus, pulling the earpiece out and putting into his pocket. He stops in surprise once he notices me, "Stan? What are you doing here?"

"I'm waiting for my boyfriend." I smirk as I give him one of the cones in my hands.

He giggles a little at my cheesy remark and takes the ice cream cone I offer him. I gently hold his hand as we walk to the pizza place. To my surprise, he suddenly laces his fingers with mine, entwining them into a more intimate gesture. I look up at him and he's blushing so hard that he looks like a strawberry. "Look straight ahead, Stan. This is embarrassing enough as it is."

I comply, but that gesture's enough to make me smile like a goddamn idiot again. My face is probably aching from smiling so much by now. Kyle notices that too, "What's with that dopey ass grin on your face?"

"Because I like you." I answer straightforwardly.

"God, Stan." He rolls his eyes with the same dopey grin.

"What?" I shrug as I wink at him, "You're just my style."

He laughs as he shakes his head. "That's it, I'm so kicking your ass in Mario Kart tonight." He declares as he eats his cone.

We spend the night playing Mario Kart together and shoving pizza down our throats until Kenny and Tweek get back. We tell them everything about us being together now, with Tweek congratulating Kyle on his breakthrough, and Kenny giving us a high-five and telling Kyle 'I told you so', whatever that's about.

They join in and at the end of the night, we all fall asleep on the couch, surrounded with pizza and pillows thrown at the winner, usually Kyle. I'm the last one awake, just staring down the sweet, fiery redhead sound asleep on my lap. I stroke his hair lovingly as I slowly drift asleep to one of the best dreams I ever had.

A/N: As promised, here's your sugar sweet Stan-and-Kyle romance. I had a lot of fun writing this chapter and it went on longer than I originally planned. Next time, the boys will be dealing with bumps and mishaps in their new relationships as well as Stan and Kyle's first date.

I really should've had this chapter out sooner but action scenes are my goddamn kryptonite, which sucks because that's one of my favorite genre.

The song I recommend listening to while reading this (after Shelly's part, of course) is another song from the drama's soundtrack,

I Feel I Love You: watch?v=fW5Mxec3y5o

Anyways, as always feel free to check out the drama this story is based on, "It's Okay That's Love" by SBS. Please let me know what you think, reviews and comments make my day.

Take care, Loves.