A Style fanfic taking place outside my OC universe in future stories I will let you know when a fanfic is outside my OC universe. The title is based on Mr. Brightside by the Killers
Kyle walked to the bus stop on Monday with his super best friend, Stan. They were talking about the same old crap, school, life, and Cartman being an asshole all the time. Then Kyle changed the subject,
"So are we going to talk about Saturday night?" He asked.
"We said we would pretend that never happened." Stan replied.
"But it did." Kyle said. "We made out."
"Dude, we said that we were doing it to release some sexual tension because you haven't got some and Wendy won't put out."
"So it meant nothing."
"Yes."
"Like you didn't enjoy it?"
"Of course I enjoyed it."
"Then wouldn't that make us-"
"-no it doesn't! Why the hell are you bringing this up?"
"Because I haven't felt the same since we did that."
"Just stop thinking about it and you'll be fine."
The two approached the bus stop and saw Kenny.
"Hey guys." He said.
"Hey Kenny." Stan replied.
"Where's fatass?" Kyle asked.
"He's ditching." Kenny stated.
"Again?" Stan said.
"Yeah."
"Well good, nobody wants to see him anyways." Kyle spoke.
The bus pulled up to the stop and the three teens got on.
"Sit with me?" Kyle asked Stan.
"I'm gonna sit with Wendy, sorry dude." Stan replied.
"...Oh okay." Kyle went and took a seat next to Butters who was listening to some music. He took out his earbuds when he saw Kyle.
"Hey Kyle!" Butters said.
"Hey Butters." Kyle replied.
"Wow, this is a treat. You never sit with me."
"Well Stan is sitting with Wendy."
"Oh, but she's his girlfriend. Stan kinda has to sit with her."
"But usually he sits with me all the time."
"Maybe Stan wanted to be a better boyfriend and give her more attention."
"Or maybe he's avoiding me."
"Why would he be avoiding you?"
"...Nothing."
"Oh...alrighty then."
As the bus got to South Park High, all the teens got off the bus and went inside the building Kyle watched as Stan and Wendy were holding hands while walking down the hallway. Kyle never was really bothered by this before, but looking at the two walking to class together now was making him sick.
"What's wrong?" Kenny asked.
"What?" Kyle responded.
"You were staring at Wendy and Stan and you were looking pretty pissed off, dude."
"Oh...really?"
"Don't lie to me Kyle. You suck at it."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, when you and Stan were approaching the bus stop it looked like you two were fighting and you guys didn't sit together on the bus. What the fuck is going on?"
"Kenny, could we talk more privately?"
"Fine, I'll catch you after school and we'll talk about it at your house. It can't get anymore private then that."
"Thanks dude."
"No problem. I gotta run, one of the seniors promised me a blow job before class and I'm not gonna miss that shit."
"Okay bye Kenny."
School went by and Kyle noticed how distant Stan was becoming. He didn't even come sit with him and Kenny at lunch. The more Stan was devoting himself to Wendy, the more upset Kyle was getting and he didn't understand why.
On the bus ride home, Kenny decided to ditch one of his lady friends to sit with Kyle. As soon as they got to Kyle's house, they went straight upstairs and locked themselves in Kyle's room.
"All right, tell me what's going on?"
"You have to promise me you won't tell anyone you know this especially Stan."
"I promise."
"Stan and I kissed."
"...What?"
"Saturday night, we kissed and not just kissed, we made out."
"Damn."
"I know, ever since then, I haven't been the same. Stan said it was to release some sexual tension, however it's almost as if I-"
"-Have more sexual tension then ever before?"
"Yeah."
"Ha! I knew it."
"Knew what?"
"You are gay for Stan."
"What!? No!"
"Dude, you made out and now you are jealous of Wendy and Stan's relationship."
"I'm not gay."
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not."
"Did you enjoy making out with Stan?"
"Yes."
"Then you're very fucking gay."
"Hey!"
"Just saying. It's okay though, I don't care that you like penis."
"I don't like penis."
"My bad, Stan's penis." Upon hearing that, Kyle glared at him. "I'm just messing with you...but seriously, it sounds to me that you're in love with Stan."
"I can't be in love with Stan. I mean sure I enjoyed being parents with him in the egg project in elementary school, I also was happy being his guitar hero partner, I felt butterflies whenever Stan and I hugged, I blushed whenever Stan took off his shirt in middle school, and oh my fucking god I'm in love with Stan."
"See? Told you."
"But how do I tell him Kenny?"
"Just get him alone and tell him."
"Kenny...that's the worst advice you could ever give me."
"Hey, you can keep it inside you and let it bother you or you could tell him and get it off your chest."
"You're right."
"I know."
"But what if this ruins are friendship?"
"You've been best friends since diapers I highly doubt it."
"Okay, I'll tell him."