Blinded By The Light Of Your Cheap Plastic Jewelry Chapter 15: I'm Your Biggest Fan, a south park fanfic

INSPIRATION HIT!

In the form of a song! (The best kind of inspiration!) :3

So, the song is My Name Is Trouble by Nightmare Of You

So this is a lyric fic, Stan's POV.

Enjoyyyy.

The point of view kinda makes it sound like Kyle's dead, but he's not.

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Well I've had this secret
And I feel it's time that you should know
When I'm in your arms it turns me on
But I've got a conscience too
And it says my heart's never in tune
With anything I do

Of course he knew that I loved him, cherished him, cared for him like no one else on Earth. But he didn't know just how much I loved him. He didn't know that I'd die for him, that I'd do anything for him, that he was what made my life so perfectly complete. He didn't know that sometimes I'd cry when we had soft, slow sex, that it wasn't just sweat on my face. It was emotion, my eyes brimming with it, tears falling down my cheeks.

So this is the last time that I'll hold your hand
I want to kiss you on the mouth and tell you
I'm your biggest fan
I'm your biggest fan

Did he know that I'd love him no matter how obnoxious he could be? No matter how reckless, I'd still take him into my arms at night? Did he know that I was his biggest fan, that I adored his antics, savored his charm? That I was breath taken by his talent? Did he know that I could live on the air he breathed?

He didn't know that I often kept a small picture of him with me. A picture of his tanned, tattoo-clad chest, so that where ever I was, I could pretend he was holding me, flush against him.

I've had this secret
And now it's time that you should know
I was wrong for stringing along
But circulating the streets in the pulsing heat
I scoured your town, completely aroused
And making love to your memory

He didn't know that I could practically orgasm, be thrown over the edge, just by his memory. His smile, perfect body in my head, my mind playing out my soul's fantasies. He knew that one smoldering look could make me hard, knew that I'd beg for his touch. But did he know that my lust for him ailed me like a disease? A disease I could surely die from?

Did he know that when he kissed me, I was sure I was the luckiest person on Earth? That I never wanted to break away from his soft lips? I could kiss him for the rest of my life, until my lips went numb, and I still wouldn't be able to express my love for him. He didn't know that I loved him more than life itself.

That I lived for the sound of his voice groaning my name in ecstacy. That there was no better feeling in the world than knowing that I'd pleased and satisfied him.

That I cherished the sound of him drawling my name. That every loving word he uttered was forever engraved on my heart.

That I sometimes felt like breaking down and sobbing when he wasn't there anymore. I could spend all my life in his loving arms, holding me as I enjoyed his warmth. He didn't know just how much comfort he brought me in the wee hours of the night. Not that I'd admit it.

Sad minion of mine
Don't be so unkind
I know I stole your coat.

You can have this song I wrote
I've just crossed the line
From fashion to crime It's such a perfect fit
When I am wearing it
Sad minion of mine
Don't be so unkind
I know I stole your coat
You can have this song I wrote
I've just crossed the line
From fashion to crime

He didn't know how much it killed me when he was sad. That I could never really be mad at him forever, that I'd love him forever with all my heart, even if he left me bleeding in a ditch. He didn't know that he could smash my heart to bits, and still every single one of them would beat for him.

Sure, I'd been mad at him at times, mad enough to break up with him. But I always ended up back in his strong arms. I'd swim across an ocean of my own tears to be with him.

Even as I would kiss his tears away, he didn't know how much each one would hurt me, bruise my tongue. My swollen lips sensitive to his pain.

So this is the last time that I'll hold your hand
I want to kiss you on the mouth and tell you
I'm your biggest fan
This is the last time that I'll hold your hand
I want to kiss you on the mouth and tell you
I'm your biggest fan
So this is the last time that I'll hold your hand
(I wanna) Kiss you on the mouth and tell you
I'm your biggest fan
I'm your biggest fan

He knew I loved him, just not how much. And I could never tell him how much because I didn't have the words to do so.

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umkay. I don't even know what that was...