How to figure things out....WITH MUSIC
Topic- South Park
Rating-R
Paring- Stan/Kyle
Warning- I DON'T OWN ANY OF THESE LYRICS OR SOUTH PARK!!! Fuck Fuckity fuck fuck fuck
Note- the boys are 16
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Chapter 1- "In the cold cold night" (white stripes)
"I saw you standing in the corner..."
Stan and Kyle where hanging out at Cartman's house. They where being pushed out because Cartman ate Kenny. (long story short: Kenny fell into a fryer and Cartman thought he was chicken.) Kyle walked over to the lamp post that was turning on, because it was getting dark out.
"...On the edge of a burning light..."
Kyle started to swing on the pole. "So whatcha wanna do?" Kyle says, still swinging.
"Don't care." Stan says, shoving his hands in his pockets. He stared at Kyle. "God by the way he's swinging, the light makes him look like a god! EW, Stan! Don't think like that!" Stan thought.
"...I saw you standing in the corner..."
"Come on, dude! It's cold!" Kyle says, pouting.
"...Come to me again, in the cold cold night..."
"Well we can go to my house and hang. I got the new 'Thirst for blood' game." Stan offers.
Kyle ghrons. "Man, all we EVER do is play video games. Where 16! Let's try to grow up a bit." Kyle protests.
"...You make me feel alittle older Like a full grown (man) might..."
Stan smiles and laughs. "Dude, let's just go to our homes. I'm hungry and tired. It takes a lot out of you when you have to help fatass puke up Kenny." Stan says.
"Yeah. Isnt this like the 3rd time this week he's ate him?" Kyle asks.
"5th but you where close enough." Stan jokes.
"Well I'll see ya later then." Kyle says and the two head to there seprate hones.
"...But when your gone I grow colder..."
Stan sighed and walked home. "What the hell is wrong with me? I wont stop thinking about Kyle! Ack! I refuse to be a queer. Maybe I just care for Kyle like a brother now. We've gotten super close latley. Ever since his Dad died, I think we've hung out everyday. And everyday I get a warm, happy feeling in the pit of my stomach, and when where not together I lose the warmth and I get realy depressed. MAN! I hope I'm not falling for Kyle. I think I just need to get laid." Stan thinks. "Whatever." Stan says to himself and walks into his house.
"...Come to me again in the cold cold night..."
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Stan looks outside his room's window. "It's two AM. No one's going to be outside." He thinks. He sees Kyle walking around to the back. "What the hell?" Stan says.
"...I see you walking by my front door..."
Stan walks over to his steps and leans over the banister. He hears the floor creak and sees Kyle walking out of the kitchen.
"...I hear the creaking of the kitchen floor..."
Kyle looks up and smiles. Stan tippy-toes down the steps. "What's wrong? Did you have 'that' dream again?" Stan whispers.
Kyle shakes his head. "No. I just can't sleep and I know if I get something off my chest, I know I'll be able to sleep." Kyle whispers.
"Well come on up and tell me about what's bugging you." Stan says and the two quietly go up the stairs. Stan shuts the door and Kyle plops onto Stan's bed. Kyle takes off his coat and to Stan's surprise, Kyle was in his P.J's. "Wow, this must be important, your in your pajamas." Stan jokes.
"Dude...um I've been thinking a lot latley and...well...I...um think I'm f-falling for you. Like I can't get you outta my head and your in all my thoughts. It's like insane! I know I should be thinking about girls but you pop into my head. I told Kenny the other day and he fliped out and called me a 'discusting faggot.' I can't help it! He gave me a "Playboy" and the pictures did nothing for me. And, don't get grossed out, but I thougt about you and 'Mr. Happy' poped up. I'm sorry I had to get that out there. Please don't hate me. I'd just like to have a good night's sleep." Kyle explodes.
Stan just stood there. "Wow. Um... You've had that bottled up for a while haven't you?" Stan asks, sitting next to his best friend.
"At least a good 3 months." Kyle says.
"Don't feel bad. I've had the same thoughts, too." Stan says, nervously.
Kyle looks at his friend, in shock. "Wait you've been feeling like this too?!" Kyle asks.
"Well yeah. About 2 months soon." Stan says.
"So is there something wrong with us?" Kyle asks.
"Um...I think we might be Bi or a possiblity of being gay." Stan says, nervously.
"Well I don't want to look...funny" Kyle says.
"Who gives a crap about what the fuck anyone else thinks." Stan says.
"...I don't care what other people say I'm gonna love you anyway..."
Stan touches the side of Kyle's face. "Dude, your face is freezing. Why didn't you drive over." Stan asks.
Kyle shrugs. "I wasn't thinking. And besides Mom and Dad would of heared me sneaking it out beacause of the damn gragge door."
"...Come to me again in the cold cold night..."
Stan leans in to kiss Kyle and Kyle pulls away. "What's wrong?" Stan asks.
"I don't know if this is right. I mean I don't know if I want this realy." Kyle says, turning his face from his friends. Stan pulled Kyle's face to face his and as much as his friend fought back, Stan kissed his friend.
"..I can't stand it any longer I need the fuel to make my fire bright..."
"Stan..."Kyle moaned and tried to pull his friend off.
"Please, Kyle." Stan begged. "I need you. I want you. I don't think I can be away from you." Stan whispers, his eyes not breaking away from Kyles. Kyle sighed and gave Stan a sad look. Kyle leaned in and kissed him.
"...Don't fight it any longer..."
They got deepper with their kisses and a gush of cold air came between them from the open window.
"...Come to me again in the cold cold night..."
Kyle shivers. "Shut that, will you?" Kyle asks, rubbing his cold arms.
"anything for you." Stan says and goes over and shuts the window. Stan came back and they started to kiss again. Kyle pulled Stan on top of him. When Kyle pressed his tounge to Stan's mouth, Stan moaned and Kyle got an entrance in.
"..I know that you feel it too..."
Kyle got goosebumps down his whole body. When they finaly stoped kissing they just stared at each other, with big smiles on their faces. "Are you cold. You've got chills." Stan asks.
"No, I'm fine." Kyle says. Kyle looks at the time and Stan gets off of him. "Shit, I'd better get going." Kyle says.
"If you can't sleep or whatever, call me. I'll be over in a flash...babe." Stan says, trying on the new pet names for Kyle.
"...You know that its warm inside and you'll come run to me in the cold cold night."
Kyle wakes up in a big wet spot. "Aw come on now! That's just not right! I can't belive I just had a wet dream about Stan!" Kyle whispers, loudly and getting out of his bed. He walked over to his door and thought about his dream. "Eh it wasn't SO bad." Kyle whispers, with a smirk and goes to his bathroom.
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Authors Note: Yeah this is possibly one of the lamest slash ideas I've ever had. I mean at least I'm trying to think of something. This story idea was actualy going to be a FAKE story but it wasn't working so well with them. (Sorry to any FAKE fans.) Well the next chapter will be up pretty soon. I've alredy started it on notebook paper so it should be up next week or sooner. Well tell me your ideas or tell me how much this story sucks. (Which ever you perfer.) Later.
Topic- South Park
Rating-R
Paring- Stan/Kyle
Warning- I DON'T OWN ANY OF THESE LYRICS OR SOUTH PARK!!! Fuck Fuckity fuck fuck fuck
Note- the boys are 16
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chapter 1- "In the cold cold night" (white stripes)
"I saw you standing in the corner..."
Stan and Kyle where hanging out at Cartman's house. They where being pushed out because Cartman ate Kenny. (long story short: Kenny fell into a fryer and Cartman thought he was chicken.) Kyle walked over to the lamp post that was turning on, because it was getting dark out.
"...On the edge of a burning light..."
Kyle started to swing on the pole. "So whatcha wanna do?" Kyle says, still swinging.
"Don't care." Stan says, shoving his hands in his pockets. He stared at Kyle. "God by the way he's swinging, the light makes him look like a god! EW, Stan! Don't think like that!" Stan thought.
"...I saw you standing in the corner..."
"Come on, dude! It's cold!" Kyle says, pouting.
"...Come to me again, in the cold cold night..."
"Well we can go to my house and hang. I got the new 'Thirst for blood' game." Stan offers.
Kyle ghrons. "Man, all we EVER do is play video games. Where 16! Let's try to grow up a bit." Kyle protests.
"...You make me feel alittle older Like a full grown (man) might..."
Stan smiles and laughs. "Dude, let's just go to our homes. I'm hungry and tired. It takes a lot out of you when you have to help fatass puke up Kenny." Stan says.
"Yeah. Isnt this like the 3rd time this week he's ate him?" Kyle asks.
"5th but you where close enough." Stan jokes.
"Well I'll see ya later then." Kyle says and the two head to there seprate hones.
"...But when your gone I grow colder..."
Stan sighed and walked home. "What the hell is wrong with me? I wont stop thinking about Kyle! Ack! I refuse to be a queer. Maybe I just care for Kyle like a brother now. We've gotten super close latley. Ever since his Dad died, I think we've hung out everyday. And everyday I get a warm, happy feeling in the pit of my stomach, and when where not together I lose the warmth and I get realy depressed. MAN! I hope I'm not falling for Kyle. I think I just need to get laid." Stan thinks. "Whatever." Stan says to himself and walks into his house.
"...Come to me again in the cold cold night..."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Stan looks outside his room's window. "It's two AM. No one's going to be outside." He thinks. He sees Kyle walking around to the back. "What the hell?" Stan says.
"...I see you walking by my front door..."
Stan walks over to his steps and leans over the banister. He hears the floor creak and sees Kyle walking out of the kitchen.
"...I hear the creaking of the kitchen floor..."
Kyle looks up and smiles. Stan tippy-toes down the steps. "What's wrong? Did you have 'that' dream again?" Stan whispers.
Kyle shakes his head. "No. I just can't sleep and I know if I get something off my chest, I know I'll be able to sleep." Kyle whispers.
"Well come on up and tell me about what's bugging you." Stan says and the two quietly go up the stairs. Stan shuts the door and Kyle plops onto Stan's bed. Kyle takes off his coat and to Stan's surprise, Kyle was in his P.J's. "Wow, this must be important, your in your pajamas." Stan jokes.
"Dude...um I've been thinking a lot latley and...well...I...um think I'm f-falling for you. Like I can't get you outta my head and your in all my thoughts. It's like insane! I know I should be thinking about girls but you pop into my head. I told Kenny the other day and he fliped out and called me a 'discusting faggot.' I can't help it! He gave me a "Playboy" and the pictures did nothing for me. And, don't get grossed out, but I thougt about you and 'Mr. Happy' poped up. I'm sorry I had to get that out there. Please don't hate me. I'd just like to have a good night's sleep." Kyle explodes.
Stan just stood there. "Wow. Um... You've had that bottled up for a while haven't you?" Stan asks, sitting next to his best friend.
"At least a good 3 months." Kyle says.
"Don't feel bad. I've had the same thoughts, too." Stan says, nervously.
Kyle looks at his friend, in shock. "Wait you've been feeling like this too?!" Kyle asks.
"Well yeah. About 2 months soon." Stan says.
"So is there something wrong with us?" Kyle asks.
"Um...I think we might be Bi or a possiblity of being gay." Stan says, nervously.
"Well I don't want to look...funny" Kyle says.
"Who gives a crap about what the fuck anyone else thinks." Stan says.
"...I don't care what other people say I'm gonna love you anyway..."
Stan touches the side of Kyle's face. "Dude, your face is freezing. Why didn't you drive over." Stan asks.
Kyle shrugs. "I wasn't thinking. And besides Mom and Dad would of heared me sneaking it out beacause of the damn gragge door."
"...Come to me again in the cold cold night..."
Stan leans in to kiss Kyle and Kyle pulls away. "What's wrong?" Stan asks.
"I don't know if this is right. I mean I don't know if I want this realy." Kyle says, turning his face from his friends. Stan pulled Kyle's face to face his and as much as his friend fought back, Stan kissed his friend.
"..I can't stand it any longer I need the fuel to make my fire bright..."
"Stan..."Kyle moaned and tried to pull his friend off.
"Please, Kyle." Stan begged. "I need you. I want you. I don't think I can be away from you." Stan whispers, his eyes not breaking away from Kyles. Kyle sighed and gave Stan a sad look. Kyle leaned in and kissed him.
"...Don't fight it any longer..."
They got deepper with their kisses and a gush of cold air came between them from the open window.
"...Come to me again in the cold cold night..."
Kyle shivers. "Shut that, will you?" Kyle asks, rubbing his cold arms.
"anything for you." Stan says and goes over and shuts the window. Stan came back and they started to kiss again. Kyle pulled Stan on top of him. When Kyle pressed his tounge to Stan's mouth, Stan moaned and Kyle got an entrance in.
"..I know that you feel it too..."
Kyle got goosebumps down his whole body. When they finaly stoped kissing they just stared at each other, with big smiles on their faces. "Are you cold. You've got chills." Stan asks.
"No, I'm fine." Kyle says. Kyle looks at the time and Stan gets off of him. "Shit, I'd better get going." Kyle says.
"If you can't sleep or whatever, call me. I'll be over in a flash...babe." Stan says, trying on the new pet names for Kyle.
"...You know that its warm inside and you'll come run to me in the cold cold night."
Kyle wakes up in a big wet spot. "Aw come on now! That's just not right! I can't belive I just had a wet dream about Stan!" Kyle whispers, loudly and getting out of his bed. He walked over to his door and thought about his dream. "Eh it wasn't SO bad." Kyle whispers, with a smirk and goes to his bathroom.
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Authors Note: Yeah this is possibly one of the lamest slash ideas I've ever had. I mean at least I'm trying to think of something. This story idea was actualy going to be a FAKE story but it wasn't working so well with them. (Sorry to any FAKE fans.) Well the next chapter will be up pretty soon. I've alredy started it on notebook paper so it should be up next week or sooner. Well tell me your ideas or tell me how much this story sucks. (Which ever you perfer.) Later.