The 10th instalment! And it has a straight pairing too!

Enjoy!

Style vs. Kybe

He knew today was the day. The day that would lead to the rest of his life. And what a glorious life it would be, with his ginger Jew at his side. He knew that after today he'd be the happiest he'd ever been.

He knew this because he could see it in Kyle's eyes. The way he looked at him. Yeah he totally dug the football star, Stan Marsh. Anyone with eyes could see it. And that was okay with dark haired boy. Because he totally dug the Jew back.

It was just a matter of one of them confessing. Then they could openly love each other like Stan was dying to do. Just a confession. And getting rid of that bitch Bebe.

Now, Stan had never really considered Bebe a bitch. Sure, she was annoying when he was with Wendy, and she was a bit of a ditz, but never a bitch. Well, not until she'd started hitting on Kyle.

Not that Stan was worried. He knew the Jew would never go out with her. I mean, he dug Stan, right? But that still didn't make Stan enjoy her hitting on Kyle. He should be the only one allowed to do that.

Stan had asked for Kyle to meet him behind the art block after school today. A secluded area that would also allow him to run out and announce to everyone, including Bebe, that Kyle was his. For now and forever.

The Jew approached him, somewhat nervous looking. Maybe he knew what this meeting was about. Maybe he wasn't aware of how much Stan liked him. Silly boy. It was quite obvious.

"Stan, I've got some news that I think you should know as my super best friend. I'm-"

I interjected before he could say anymore. I wanted to spare the boy his nerves. This obviously wasn't easy on him.

"No, Kyle, I want to say my news first. I love you. And I don't mean in the 'we're super best fiends' sort of way. I love you in the sort of way that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to grow old with you and share countless memories with you. I want to be your boyfriend"

I didn't give him time to process my speech. I knew he wouldn't need to process it. All he needed to do was react.

I leaned forward and slowly shut my eyes. I expected my lips to slowly touch his and meld together, to confirm that we were together. What I didn't expect was the hand in my face.

He looked at me with conflicted green eyes. He looked scared and worried and overall he looked like he was trying to find the best way to give some bad news. I swallowed. I hope that bad news wasn't for me.

"Stan, I'm sorry, but I'm not gay. I don't mean to hurt you, but it is what it is. And what I was saying, before you interrupted me was that I have a girlfriend. Just as of today. It's-"

Kyle was interrupted for the second time that day. As if on cue, Bebe Stevens walked up to the Jew, what should have been my beautiful Jew, and planted a giant, lip gloss smeared kiss on his lips. What should have been my lips.

She wound her arm with his and began to drag him off. And he just looked back, as if he almost wanted to comfort me, but decided against it.

I'm glad he didn't try comforting me though. It would've made the rejection so much harder.

Have I ever let Stan win? I don't remember (He's actually one of my least favourite characters; he can work well in couples, but others work better)

Next, hopefully posted soon is Stendy vs Candy. Within the next few days if you're lucky.