Author's Note; Just a quick one-shot for Kyle being in love with Stan. I've been gone a long time from the South Park fandom, but now I'm back with this incredibly short story! Psh to writing like, a real story with chapters and whatnot. Reviews are always loved.
Magical. Spectacular. Unforgettable. The best night of your life.
Senior prom was always supposed to be everything you could've ever hoped for. It was supposed to be a great memory to be able to look back on in years to come, to laugh and remember the joys of being a teenager and all the crazy things that came with it, even if your memory of prom wasn't so clear after all you had to drink.
But despite the fact that his hips were swaying to the music, despite that he had one of the hottest girls in their year in a skanky dress grinding up against him, a certain pair of green eyes were gazing longingly, miserably after someone else, the night hardly better than a tragedy for him. The Prom King and Queen… Kyle's eyes sought only after them. Together they twirled in the center of admiration, the couple that looked so perfect together with the matching silky black hair, and each at the height of popularity.
But instead of Kyle's envy being directed towards the bimbo cheerleader -- who needed an idiot like that in their life, anyway? -- he was instead focused on the football player. He was focused on his best friend. The friend who had no idea that those green eyes were fixed longingly after him, because Kyle could never tell him the truth. His best friend… for over ten years. Kyle would never want to lose that, even if it meant Stan being unaware the pain he was in whenever Wendy was around.
Best to keep dancing while keeping his mouth quiet. What did it cost, really, other than a broken heart?
The music changed. It was a slow song now, and Kyle watched as his insides squirmed as Stan and Wendy moved closer together, and even from the distance between them, Kyle could easily make out their perfect, beautiful, matching smiles. The smiles of people who would remember that night forever.
Kyle muttered softly into his date's ear, and they moved a little closer to where the black-haired couple moved together to the music, and Kyle wrapped his own arms around the girl. He positioned them so that, even though he was dancing with just another girl who's name barely mattered, instead of looking at her, he was focused only on Stan.
And there was no Wendy. There was no Bebe. There was no one there, in the whole room, except for Stan and Kyle, dancing slowly together in that one moment, in that one dance.