"I don't know what your fucking talking about!" Stan shouted, blushing furiously.
Cartman cleared his throat and took a stance with one knee on the ground like he was proclaiming something. "OH! KYLE! KYLE! I WILL! I-" Cartman said in a high girlly voice. Certainly not Stan's.
"Shut up you Fucker!" Stan shouted and pushing Christophe out of the way and tackled Cartman and began to wrestle him to the ground, every now and then shoving his face into the dirt or getting pelted with Cartman's extra flesh.
"DUDE! GET THE FUCK OFF ME! I'M NOT YOUR FUCKING BITCH!"
"Hey guys. What's going on?" Stan stopped wrestling and looked up to see the one from his dream, his best friend, the one who now had just given him a nosebleed. He hurriedly tried to cover it up. Okay this just wasn't fucking fair. I mean, who god a nosebleed of the one they had dreams about just by seeing them in real life. Even if the dream was a good one. And he still remembered what Kyle looked like. And- Fuck it! He shouldn't be having a fucking nosebleed, Damnit!
"Hey Mole." Stan said turning to the boy, who saw his issue and sniggered.
"Yez." Christophe said his accent not quite able to hide his sniggers. As he chortled behind one brown gloved hand, his shovel still strapped to his back.
"Y'know how you always say God's a bitch." Stan said trying to stop the blood from flowing and not trying to meet KYle's eyes, AND not trying to think about his dream was all very hard.
"Andz?" Christophe said expectantly now. His sniggers subsiding since Kenny gave him a glare and he now just openly sneered at Stan.
"I think your fuckin right."
"Finally. That's what I've been saying all along bitch." Christophe said successfully to Kenny who just shook his head of blonde hair, clearly not knowing what to say to the other boy.
"um, okay." KYle said, clearly not sure on how to react to this whole situation. He absentmindedly pulled at one corner of his green hat.
"Uh. Stan. Your bleeding." Kyle reached out to wipe off the blood from his friend's face, when Stan pulled back by instinct and knocked Kenny over, who gave out a yelp.
"Fuck." Kenny shouted. "What the fuck was that for?" Kenny glared at them.
"Y'know I'm getting really fucking sick of you guys killing me over and over again."
"Sorry." Stan said not really paying him any mind and more trying to stop his nosebleed.
"Look, let's just get to the school. We need to pass our exams." Kyle said, sounding much like some little study girl that spends all her lunch hours in Study Hall. Which was natural considering he was the smartest one out of the group.
"You will pass, Kyle." Stan said pushing a few black bangs in front of his dark blue eyes and looked to Kyle. He didn't know why he did it. After all, it didn't matter now if Kyle saw his nosebleed, he already had. But he also didn't like Kyle being so worried and upset about anything. He didn't need to. Stan wanted to make sure of that.
Kyle smiled widely, Stan wasn't really sure why. "Thanks Stan. I hope your right."
"Oh! For fucksake! Fuckin Concieve already! And leave us all the hell alone!" Cartman shouted, pushing himself off the ground and walking past the other two in a fast trot so they would have to chase after him to beat him up.
"Cartman!" Stan shouted. "Shut up!"
"Yeah! You Fat Fuck!" Kyle agreed, and Stan nodded beside his best friend and both boys chased after him. Cartman got out little words while he ran but even so he looked back at them and shouted many obscene things that made people look out of thier shops and a fireman spray Cartman with a hose.
"Hey! I have every right to say what I want to say because you'll have kids uglier than sin." Cartman wheezed out as they rounded the corner near the school, past the old Elementary building they all had such fond memories of and before the High School building.
"Fat Fuck."
"Fags."
"Are we done?" Kenny asked, letting his hand flick at a stray blonde bang and then fiddle with his earring he got on his 13th birthday for a dare from said "fat fuck".
"Yeah. Yeah." Christophe nodded in agreement with Kenny, Stan caught him smiling at Kenny in a very fond and yet protective way.
"Fat fuck." Kyle said again passing Cartman, apparently not noticing Kenny and Christophe.
"Fag shit." Cartman growled back.
"Will you two just shut it." Stan grumbled, he was terrified that Cartman would bring up his dream with Kyle. After all, that was the last thing he needed. Kyle knowing he thought about him like that. I mean, could the situation get any worse?
"Yeah." Oh boy. Here it came... "Well I wish I could have shut you up last night."
"Studying hard?" Kyle asked slowing down to walk by Stan's side. Thier arms every now and then brushing. Stan shurgged and tried his hardest to not meet Kyle's gaze. Meanwhile Cartman was leaning against Christophe and both were laughing.
"Uh, yeah." Stan said looking away as a few bangs fell in front of his face, so he wouldn't have to look into Kyle's eyes. Kyle blinked and frowned, this wasn't how the Stan he knew acted something was wrong. He would find out what. After all, things had been going rather weird with him too lately.
------------------------Lately with Kyle
"Stan Marsh-" Kyle grinned at his Dad's computer as he typed the name into the searching space. He then clicked the little link that said, "Images" and watched as Google performed him the service of which he had come up with since last night's dream.
Almost immediatly images popped up. In a way it kinda creeped him out that you could google anyone in his town and get thier pictures.But he tossed that thought aside as he moved through the images. Thier were pictures of Stan at all ages. His awkward younger stages with him, Kyle could remember there overly inflated heads, thier tiny bodies. And unfortunately there sense of fashion sense. Stan's had probably been the worse. Kenny at least had made something of his hoody. But Kyle knew Stan's sense of fashion had not changed. He smiled slightly at a picture of Stan at 10, looking pretty lost, his eyes looking around where he stood. You could tell it was winter in South Park. Snow littered across his shoes. And his blue and red hat still spouted from his head as it did in this picture.
"Stan..." KYle said meakly and laid his head down on the keyboard. And closed his eyes.
Soon enough a dream swallowed him, "Kyle?" Kyle blinked and pulled himself up, off a bed.
Stan's bed. They were in Stan's room. But how? Was this another dream? Maybe.
If only it were real. He didn't answer afriad Stan would run out on him. "K-Kyle?"
Finally he turned around to look at Stan and smiled meakly. Stan looked so lost and so scared. Kyle felt an urge to give Stan a hug to show him he cared, he was there. But Stan suddenly stepped back, Kyle let his fingers lace around Stan's and enjoyed the feel of his skin. Even though the palms were shaky and sweaty.
"Stan. Please. Stay." Kyle said smiling at him. He leaned forward and pushed his lips against Stan's and Stan moaned into his mouth. "Yeah. This is definatly a dream." Kyle said smiling. Stan pulled away and touched Kyle's cheek making Kyle flush heavily but then as Stan leaned closer to him he felt, WHAM!
"OW! FUCK!" Kyle shouted jerking out of his sleep suddenly. He looked over to see Ike grinning at him. "Ike? What are you doing?" Ike had grown a little bit. He was now 13. But he still had the whole Canadian look about him. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Ha. KICK THE KYLE!" Ike shouted his eyes filled with mischief. Kyle's eyes grew wide,
as he watched his brother race at him.
"NO! DON'T KICK THE KYLE, IKE!" To late, Ike flew at his brother and knocked the other boy onto the ground.
"HA! HA! Revenge at last!" Ike said happily. Smirking at his brother. "Sleeping away on the keyboard like that." He flipped a few strands of black hair out of his face that reminded Kyle of Stan and made him blush.
"HA! HA! Good one Ike! Got him right in the head!" Cartman said giving Ike a high five.
"You have a visitor by the way, Bro. See you later." Ike raced off and Cartman turned to Kyle with a broad grin like Christmas just came early. Or for Kyle, Hannukah.
"So-It's gotta be pretty embarassing."
"What is?" Kyle asked raising an eyebrow.
Cartman smirked. "Having a sex dream while me and Ike walk in. Your younger brother now knows your a fag. Hm, I wonder what they call fags in Canada."
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT CARTMAN?"
Cartman laughed. "You were talking in your sleep, pea brain." Cartman grinned widely at Kyle. "I heard every last Stan in there."
"Fuck!" Kyle swore his eyes panicking.
"Relax. I won't say anything to Stan if you pay me, Jew."
"CARTMAN! YOU FUCKER!"
"AH. Ah. Ah. Is that anyway to talk to a container of your secret?"
"Shit." Kyle whispered.
"I'm sure we can come to some kind of deal."
Kyle looked over at the page of Stan all over his computer. "Fuck. This is not my day."
(( There you go. It's longer. 3. I hope you enjoy it. In the meantime. I gotta go and eat some ramen. Woohoo! Review Please!
Oh and thank you too my reviewers!
BroflovskiFan: Thank you so much for your self esteem raising review!
I really didn't think I did all that well. It was a very lusty dream wasn't it. ;
speechbubble: Thank you. Thanks for the Review!
JumpinPopTarts: Agreed! StanXKyle forever! I have tried to increase the chapter size. But
Im' worried to long will just make it boring. Well I hope you enjoy.
Indiana Beach Bum: I agree as well with you. I was rushing. ; My hand was beginning to
cramp. Heh. I tried to make it last longer here.
YearsAreJaded: I do too. It actually came to me in a dream, "The you killed Kenny" spoof.
Heh. Not sure how. To much South Park.))
Thanks Again to all my Reviewers! .