A/N: This chapter was originally longer, but it ended up getting too long so I split it up into two sections. So yes, fewer scenes, but the good part is that the next chapter is almost done! So hopefully it won't take me so long to update this time. Also, can I just comment on South Park finally addressing Yaoi? Congratulations to Creek fans and your semi-canon pairing! I can't say I'm a huge Creek shipper, but that episode was great and I like the pairing just a little bit more now after seeing that episode.

Before I start saying anything else, I wanted to give a huge thanks to all of you wonderful reviewers, as well as anyone who may have favorited or followed this story! You guys are really what gives me the drive to keep writing. I know I'm bad about updating quickly, but each time I get something in my box about this story it encourages me to write a little bit faster. :) So thank you! 3

Regarding the story again, I know I got a couple requests via PM and reviews, one being to have more Adrian and Kyle interaction and the other being to write in different POVs. I promise there will be more Adrian and Kyle interaction in both this chapter and the next couple chapters especially, and I'll try to add more of that in if that is something people want to see. However, keep in mind that this whole story is planned on being from Stan's POV, so directly showing certain interactions that are not involving him is a bit more difficult since it is being seen from his POV, but like I said, you'll be seeing more third party interactions (like Adrian and Kyle, as well as other characters) coming up soon.

I will more than likely not be switching POVs though. There are a few reasons I chose to write this first person from Stan's POV. One being is that the large majority of Style fics that I have seen are from Kyle's POV (especially the first person ones). Especially since I'm writing about a somewhat generic concept (South Park High School), I wanted to at least make my story somewhat different by writing about a less commonly used perspective. Additionally, switching PoVs just does not work well for this story, as while this story is not especially secretive, some things would be revealed too soon if I were to switch to other character's PoVs. I have considered adding one or two chapters near the end that would be from other character's perspectives, probably Kyle and Adrian (if people don't hate him too much), but 95%, if not all of the story will be from Stan's PoV. Sorry if that is disappointing to some, I really do want to make my readers happy and I'm always open to scene requests, but for the flow of the story, there are some things I just can't do to the extent that people would like. Hard to please everyone unfortunately.

Anyways, now that I'm done rambling on about nonsense (god, that was a really long A/N I'm sorry), on to the story!

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Best Friends Forever

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Chapter 5

Maybe I'm Just Sensitive

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"So, I heard from my parents that your dad got escorted out of the mall by policemen yesterday night, is that true?"

I groaned, planting my forehead directly into my palm and instinctively pinching the bridge of my nose the moment I heard the comment exit Kyle's mouth. "Ugh, don't remind me dude," I groaned out, earning an amused chuckle from Kyle.

I loved my dad, I really did, but he was, without a doubt, the most embarrassing person in my life. He would be an easy contender for the most embarrassing father ever award. Apparently he was insistent that one of those lotto tickets he had bought a week ago was a winning one, and had argued with a cashier at one of the stores about it, refusing to leave when told that it was in fact not a winner, thus resulting in the police being called and him being escorted out.

Embarrassing, so embarrassing.

It is fortunate that it was only a warning for him, and fortunate for me that Kyle is likely the only person that knows about it right now, considering Gerald and my dad are reasonably good friends.

"Hey Kyle," I perked up instantly when I heard the familiar, accent-coated voice only to feel that all too familiar hatred boil in my gut when I met the ever-so-happy eyes of Adrian. "And…Stan." He briefly looked towards me and nodded a greeting, a rather fake looking smile gracing his lips as he sat at the desk on the other side of Kyle.

"Hey," Kyle's eyes flickered over to me briefly before he returned Adrian's greeting with a smile, which made my stomach twist in a horribly uncomfortable way.

Biology, our 2nd period class, is the first class we actually have with Adrian. Adrian, surprisingly, took the more advanced English class and was thus not in ours. I was quite happy to have a break from him early in the morning, but it still sucked that we had four out of six classes with him.

"So, after a lot of thinking, I've decided that your karate classes sound like a great addition to my after school curriculum!" Adrian beamed at Kyle and I felt my stomach contort itself even further. "I turned in all the paperwork, signed by my parents and all. My first day is today! Isn't that exciting that we'll be doing this together?"

I do remember Adrian talking about this earlier, but I had really hoped he wouldn't go through with it.

"Really?" Kyle replied, appearing mildly surprised. "Well, it's a lot of fun. I'm still pretty amazed they let us practice that sort of thing in a public school, but our instructor, who's also the P.E. teacher was so into it that the school let him add it on as an extracurricular. I enjoy it. I'm sure you will too."

"Oh, I'm sure there are plenty of things to enjoy there," he said with a wink.

I noticed that Kyle's body stiffened slightly at this remark, but he trudged through this apparent discomfort and smiled at him. "Yeah, it's fun. I'll plan on seeing you there then."

I, on the other hand, was having quite a difficult time controlling myself from giving Adrian an early intro to martial arts by walking over there and punching him square in the face. But I didn't. Kyle said he could handle this, Kyle said that he wasn't bothered by Adrian. I need to trust him. Calm down Stan.

Before meeting Adrian, I had considered myself a fairly relaxed, calm person. I'd been called a pacifistic hippy more than a few times. I never knew that someone could make me feel this much anger just by looking at them. Not even Cartman could do that.

"Dude, what the fuck?" Speaking of Cartman… "That's my spot," he glowered at Adrian as he stood next to his desk, the desk that normally belonged to Cartman. That was our traditional way in the classes we had together – Kyle and I would sit next to each other, Kenny would sit on the other side of me and Cartman, for some reason, would always sit next to Kyle.

Even though he was in the same first period as Kyle and I, Cartman almost always arrived just before class started well after Kyle and I due to his tendency to take long bathroom breaks between each class, likely a result of all that garbage he eats. This was the first time Adrian actually sat in his spot though, even though he typically arrived before Cartman. Normally he always sat near Kyle, but never right next to him. He's getting bold.

Adrian glanced up at Cartman and flashed him a rather taunting smirk. "First come, first serve," he said simply. "There are plenty of other spots still open."

Cartman glared at him, puffing himself up and advancing on the desk slightly. "That spot is mine you gay faggot, I always sit there," Cartman insulted, and I noticed Adrian cringe slightly at the derogatory language. I was secretly rooting for Cartman, but I did feel a touch, and by that I mean a very small amount, of sympathy for Adrian in this moment. It must not be easy growing up as an openly gay kid… "Kahl, tell your twink boyfriend to move," Cartman glanced towards Kyle and ordered.

Kyle glared at him. "No." He stated simply. "I'd rather have him sit next to me than your fatass any day. All you do is look for reasons to make fun of me."

"There you have it." Adrian added on. "He'd rather have me next to him than you, so kindly go away," Cartman looked back towards him and scowled angrily. "Also, "faggot"? Really? What are you, ten?"

Cartman scoffed and stormed past us towards the back of the room, Kyle glaring at him all the while. "Whatever. Fucking homos," I heard him mutter.

"Dick." Kyle insulted under his breath. "Sorry about that Adrian… he's always like that."

"Oh… no worries," He responded, that signature smile of his returning to his face, but I couldn't help but note that he looked almost sad behind that facade. "I'm used to people treating me like that quite honestly… although I have been wondering since I got here how you have managed to put up with someone like him for as long as you have."

Kyle barked out a short laugh. "I don't know either."

I could relate to that response. Although I still vastly preferred Cartman over Adrian. That's not to say I was approving of Cartman insulting Adrian's sexuality – but that's Cartman, and we're all used to it.

Arriving just in the nick of time, our Biology teacher, Mrs. Brown, hurriedly entered the classroom, the class's chattering dying down at her arrival. Kenny crept in behind her, putting his finger up to his lips in hopes of keeping the class quiet as he snuck over to the desk next to me, flashing us a cocky smile as he took his seat.

"Okay class!" She chimed as she tugged a substantially sized book out of her bag and dropped it on the table before moving to push her thick glasses higher up the bridge of her nose. "Today we're going to continue our plant section learn a little bit about flora reproduction."

Oh how fun. I'm so excited. I heard rustling beside me as Kyle began to tug is notebook and a pencil out of his backpack and I begrudgingly did the same. Time for another boring class.

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"And so remember, Meiosis consists of two phases, Meiosis I and Meiosis II, and each of those phases consists of three stages: Prophase, Metaphase, Anaphase, and-" the bell chimed signaling the end of class and the students wasted no time putting their stuff away and rushing out of the classroom. "-Telophase… alright class, remember you have homework on page 133, problems 1-18! It's due next week!" Mrs. Brown spoke loudly over the sounds of the rustling sounds of the students as they filed out of the classroom.

I sighed, dropping my own notebook into my backpack and casually swinging it over my arm before following Kyle out of the room, scowling at Adrian's backside as he walked next to Kyle, effectively blocking me from also being next to him in the narrow hallway. My eyes wandered back to Kyle, unwittingly drifting southward as I trailed behind him. Huh, does he always wear jeans that are that tight?

I was jogged out of my own haze when I felt someone punch me lightly in the arm, looking over to meet the grinning face of Kenny as he casually fell into step with me. "Hey," he greeted. "You look pretty red, something wrong?"

I blinked at him. "Ah…" Was I really that flushed? Sure, I was a bit heated still from earlier, but I didn't think it was that noticeable. "No, I'm fine. Just a little hot is all."

"Oh, yes. You're very hot," Kenny affirmed sarcastically with a curt nod.

"You know what I meant," I scowled at him.

"Right."

"Anyways," I said with an eye roll. "What were you doing before class that made you so late?"

"Oh, you know…" He began slyly with a wink.

"Never mind. I don't want to know," I said quickly. I can't say I was interested in hearing him ramble on about is pseudo-girlfriend/fuckbuddy some more.

"Aw, I'm crushed!" He exclaimed dramatically. "And here I was, all ready to tell you all about it!"

I simply chuckled at him, my attention flickering back to the pair walking in front of us, them proving to be somewhat of a distraction. I mean really Kyle, those pants are seriously way too tight.

"So Kyle," I heard Adrian begin. "I'm really having a hard time understanding this meiosis and mitosis stuff… do you think we could meet up after school for some one on one tutoring?"

One on one tutoring… what's that supposed to mean? I narrowed my eyes at the back of his head.

"Sure! I love helping out classmates!" Kyle spoke cheerfully. You aren't supposed to sound so happy about that Kyle! I felt a feeling dangerously close to jealousy boil in my gut. Maybe I need help with this reproduction stuff too! "…Oh, but I almost forgot, I have karate practice tonight… but you're going to that too right? Maybe we can study afterwards."

Adrian grinned at him, and that inexplicable urge to punch him in the face returned. "That sounds wonderful!" He said gleefully, casually swinging his arm over Kyle's shoulder.

I felt just a little bit happier when I noticed Kyle flinch away from this motion, forcing out laughter while carefully unwinding himself from Adrian's arm. Good. Keep rejecting him. Although it still made me quite unhappy that Adrian was continuing to try in the first place, despite the fact that Kyle is straight and he has zero chance with him.

Studying together though? That was something Kyle and I normally did together… I realize that this could be more related to the pride Kyle gets from teaching others than anything. He did always like being a big fish in a small pond, and I think that was part of the reason he opted out of taking non-AP classes – not just because he wanted to be in class with me. He always understood everything and loved to pass on that knowledge.

Not that I was complaining, I was quite thankful to have someone smarter to share their knowledge with me, and you can't get much smarter than Kyle. But sharing it with someone else too? I don't know… it should be fine, but I still didn't like it.

I didn't like it at all.

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Oh, shop class. The class where men can prove that they're men, and women who don't want to take home economics can also prove that they're men. What a waste of time. Not saying there aren't some uses to shop class… it's just not my cup of tea. Not that a cooking class was any better. Why can't there be a 'pet puppies and kittens' class instead?

Don't get me wrong, I used to enjoy shop a great deal as a kid. Learning how to work with tools and be handy on your own, it's useful right? But I already learned the basics there, and now it has just become the same mundane thing over and over again. No amount of alcohol could get me through this class.

I could have taken home economics with Kenny, who shamelessly opted out of shop. 'It's a bad omen' he had said – although I was pretty certain it was mostly just so he could bang the girls in that cooking class.

I fumbled with my toy car, brows furrowed, trying, with no avail to glue on the first, rather squarish wheel to the wooden body. This is dumb.

"It's not going to work that way," I perked up, eyes frittering towards Kyle who was staring pointedly at me, a single red eyebrow of his quirked.

"Huh?" I responded, remaining hunched over the table.

"The wheel." Kyle pointed to my car. "It won't turn if it's glued on like that, you have to create an axle."

I blinked, staring at the wooden structure in my hand for a moment before it dawned on me what he meant. "Oh."

That's right…

"Yeah…" Kyle stated, mild concern briefly flashing through his eyes before he resumed working on his own vehicle – one that was much better put together than mine.

I wasn't usually bad at shop. Sure, I didn't like it, but I wasn't bad at it. I had at least a B in the class. I was quite distracted today though. I did have a lot on my mind. A lot had happened over the past couple of weeks, and apparently it waited until now to spread through and consume my mind like wildfire. Adrian, the fight with Kyle, Kyle and I making up, Adrian again… it was a combination of aggravating and worrying. Even though Kyle and I had made up, I still felt somewhat uncomfortable around him now… and our conversation did little to cease my growing hatred for Adrian. Them attending after school activities and then studying together did little to help the situation as well.

I don't know. Maybe I'm just sensitive, as Kyle seemed just fine.

It was weird. I think I'll just blame it on Adrian, who fortunately, was not in this class. Pretty much everything lately has been his fault anyways.

"Ooo, the big bad football player can't even make a toy car? Tsk, what will Wendy say?" I heard Cartman jeer on the other side of Kyle. "Maybe I should show her what a real man can do." He boasted tauntingly as he motioned towards his own wooden vehicle.

I simply rolled my eyes, silently. I wasn't going to humor him with a response, that's what he wanted and I always made a point to not give that to him.

"Shut the fuck up Cartman," Kyle retorted, fiery red brows creased into a firm glare.

Plus, why would I need to respond if Kyle would just do it for me? I let out a quiet chuckle, smiling slightly to myself as looked back towards my poor excuse of a wooden car. This is still stupid.

"Oh excuse me," Cartman responded, dramatically throwing his hands into the air. "I didn't know your boyfriend needed someone to defend him."

Kyle simply scoffed in response, rolling his eyes. "Whatever."

No witty retort? How odd, usually Kyle and Cartman could go on like this for hours. Quite honestly, I was a bit disappointed, I could use the distraction to make this stupid class go quicker. However, as if the Gods were looking down on me today, a moment later the bell rang indicating the end of class and start of lunch. Thank God.

I hastily returned my materials back to the proper locations and stuffed the remainder of my wooden car into my drawer, before gathering my back pack and moving to head to lunch. "Aren't you guys coming…?" I paused, staring at Kyle and Cartman who made no move to put their things away.

"Eh," Kyle began with a shrug, eyes briefly flickering up to stare at me before he resumed his attention back on his toy car. "I think I'm going to stay here and finish this."

"I'm with Jew Boy," Cartman said, jabbing an indicative finger in Kyle's direction. "I'm failing this class, I need the extra credit for finishing this early."

"Oh, okay. I guess I'll catch up with you guys later then," I responded with a shrug as I leaned down to grasp the strap of my back pack, casually slinging it over my shoulder.

Kyle enjoyed shop, so it wasn't horribly uncommon for him to occasionally stay after class. As Cartman had so kindly pointed out, we get extra credit for finishing up projects early, and that was more than enough to sway Kyle as well despite him likely already having an A. Not me though, although I did feel a bit bad about leaving him behind with Cartman.

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I'll be honest, it felt a bit awkward shuffling through the crowded halls without anyone with me. If it wasn't Kyle and Cartman following me after class, it was Kenny meeting me after home economics. I stopped, scanning the vicinity around where his class gets out. My eyes briefly locked with those of a blushing girl's across the hall who I did not recognize, surrounded by her group of giggling friends. I groaned inwardly at the stupidity of it, I was pretty used to this sort of attention, but it was still… stupid. But, not wanting to be rude, I flashed them a small smile, causing the targeted girl's blush to deepen and her gaggle of giggling friends to grow even more obnoxious. Ridiculous, just ridiculous. Thank God Wendy is not like that.

No Kenny though, I wonder where he is? I did, unfortunately, spot a familiar blonde head that was not the one of my womanizing friend. I felt myself stiffen as Adrian made his way out of the home economics classroom, long, sandy blonde hair fluttering behind him and his hips swaying with a confident sashay that you would normally expect from a woman on the red carpet. Ugh. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get how he acted around Kyle out of my head. His blatant, shameless flirting this morning and practically every other day, and now that I know that Kyle was just tolerating it to be nice, it made me even more aggravated, an uncomfortable feeling rolling around in my gut at the mere thought.

This was perhaps the only time that both him and I would be alone, and I could confront him and perhaps put a stop to it, for Kyle's sake. Yes, I would do that. I sped up, trailing behind him until I got close enough to tap him on the shoulder.

Seemingly unsurprised, he turned around and flashed me a small, yet fake smile. "Oh, hello Stan. Can I help you with something?"

I exhaled a forceful breath of air through my nose before responding. "Can I talk to you? Privately?" I asked, trying to hide my already growing agitated stated as I pointed towards a quieter corridor in the hallway. He quirked a suspicious eyebrow at me. "Just for a moment."

"You know, I'm flattered," Adrian began as soon as we reached the location I led him to, brown eyes not-so-subtly glancing me up and down. "But you're really not my type."

I glared at him briefly before sighing harshly, hand finding my face and roughly pinching the bridge of my nose. So annoying. "That's not what I meant."

He rose his eyebrows slightly in amusement, a wry grin gracing his face. "If not that, then what? You don't have to hide it you know, I know it must be hard not to fall in love with all of this," he spoke fluidly, gesturing arrogantly to his body.

I scowled at him, more harshly this time. "I'm not into guys," I stated shortly, and his eyes flashed with a hint of amusement in a way that made me twitch with agitation. "Anyways, I wanted to talk to you about Kyle."

"Oh?" He raised a single eyebrow at me. "What about him?"

"You should know," I bit out, uncaring how rude it sounded. "The way you've been acting towards him is… not cool. I want you to leave him alone."

"What's wrong with the way I've been acting?" He spoke rather dramatically, extending out his arms to enunciate the point. "I'm just a kind fellow student, trying to better my relationship with him."

I felt single eyebrow twitch in annoyance. This guy is so… aggravating! He knows what I mean. He's doing this on purpose. "Kyle isn't gay. You have no chance." I stated matter of factly.

"Oh?" Adrian began with a lilt of amusement, eyes flashing knowingly at me. "Not gay you say? That's cute."

I narrowed my eyes suspiciously at him. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm saying, that it's cute that you think Kyle isn't gay," He began, and I felt my annoyance begin to turn into anger. Is he implying that he knows more about Kyle than I do? Kyle is my best friend – if he was gay, he would tell me. "You're straight… supposedly, so you don't know these things. But me…" Adrian grinned at me and pointed to his eyes. "I can sense a gay guy from a mile away. It's a talent."

"Well, you're wrong." I stated simply. "If Kyle was gay, I would know."

"You think so? Well, maybe you're just not paying close enough attention," he winked at me and I clenched my teeth, trying to restrain myself from acting more impulsively than what was wise. "But," he continued dramatically. "You are right though that my chances are rather low right now. The poor guy seems to be pretty hung up on someone he can't have. I'm just trying to help him get over that. You want him to be happy, don't you?"

Of course I do. But Kyle would never be happy with someone like Adrian. Not to mention, Kyle isn't even gay! Clearly Adrian is delusional along with being annoying.

"Look," I stated through gritted teeth, advancing on him slightly in effort to appear intimidating; he was around my height, but my more muscular frame easily dwarfed his. Although Adrian didn't budge an inch, standing there with eyes partially closed and an amused smile gracing his lips. It really, really pissed me off. "Just leave him alone. Stop following him around like a lost puppy at school, stop trying to hang out with him, stop trying to go to his after school events. Just. Stop."

I quickly turned on my heel and walked away, leaving behind the seemingly unfazed Adrian. I got my point across, regardless of whether he listens or not. Either way, I don't think I could continue to face him without holding back the urge to beat him right there in the hallway.

"If the other guy won't make I move," I heard him speak quietly behind me as I walked away. "Then why can't I?"

What the hell is that supposed to mean? Who is this other guy anyways? Probably just someone he's making up, If Kyle had a crush on someone, he would tell me. That's what best friends do right? They share things with each other. Either way, I didn't care to turn back around and find out. I made my point and now I was quite committed and content with ending that conversation.

Whether or not he would listen to me is likely a whole different ballfield though.

To be continued…