Don’t You Love Her Madly? Chapter 1, a south park fanfic

Kyle X Wendy, Oh yes, I went there. For some reason I just think they'd work.
And besides you can't stop me! Kendy? Wyle? Broflovburger? Lmao. Testaski?
I think I like Testaski best.

I can't edit my own stuff well, so if you see any mistakes tell me and I'll try to fix them.

Disclaimer: Matt and Trey own them, and thank god they do.

Don't You Love Her Madly?(Is there a better song to name a story after? Besides I was listening to it.)
Chapter 1. Smells like Teen Spirit

Thud.

Worn soles thumped against the pavement in a beat of their own. Willingly singing a song of desperation as she increased her speed. The wind blew fiercely whipping her hair back and forth. She was in it for the long haul now. And when her breath grew short and clingy from the thin mountain air she kept going. And when her legs grew numb from the bitter cold, she continued farther. And when her whole body ached signaling its limitations she pushed on. The only thing to keep her moving was this one simple thought, "so close."

Wendy Testaburger was so close she could taste it. The victory was practically melting sweetly in her mouth. She could feel it pump through her veins she was so fucking close. Just a few more steps, just a little bit more, she was so close.

And then it was over. Wendy Testabuger had been announced as the first place winner in the mile run for South Park's girls track team.

"Congratulations."

Wendy turned around to match the familiar voice to its owner. A grin spread out on the girl's face as she came face to face with the one and only Kyle Broflovski. His nose had turned red, but was really nothing compared to her pink flushed face. Her bangs stuck to her forehead with dried up sweat. It wasn't the most pleasant feeling in the world, but it did make her feel really accomplished.

"Where's Stan?" She knew it was rather rude not to thank him in favor of finding her boyfriend but couldn't help the immediate response. Stan and her had been dating on and off since high school, if you excluded those times he'd throw up on her in elementary school. Thankfully he learned to control his weak stomach. Wendy didn't think she could handle getting her clothes ruined everyday. When they broke up, it wasn't so much of a break up as time spent away from each other. Stan was really sweet to her but sometimes she needed her alone time, time to experiment and meet new people. But currently Wendy and Stan were on 'going out' status. They both seemed to be rather happy with that too.

"Ah, he's a football practice." Curly rust colored hair fell into the boy's long face from the unwavering wind.

"So why are you here?"

"Grateful, aren't we?" Kyle's natural sarcasm took over before he went on to explain. "Well you've been bragging about this event for a while now, so I thought I might as well support you while you leave everyone else's asses' in the dirt."

"Thanks." The blacked haired girl went to wrap her arms around her self as she lost her body heat through the rather thin material of her track uniform.

Kyle never the one to let details go unnoticed wrapped his arm around her and led her towards the high school. "How about we talk about this inside?" She nodded and leaned into him for the warmth. To anyone that didn't know them it would have looked as if Kyle was Wendy's boyfriend, not Stan, but that was ridiculous.

Leaned up against a random locker in the hallway, the red head waited quietly outside of the girls' locker room. Each time he heard the door open his gray eyes shifted over to see a random classmate exit. After realizing it was not the person he was waiting for his eyes would gently drift closed until he heard the old door creak open once again. Eventually Wendy made her way out of the locker room her messy hair now pulled up into a loose bun and her winter clothes back on. Her trademark purple coat was tucked firmly over her arm. Kyle lazily watched as she made her way over to him.

"What would you like to do now?" was the first question to slip out of her thin soft lips.

"We could go bother Stan."

"That jerk doesn't come to my important track meet and he expects me to go to his practices?" She huffed out, but they both knew she had easily accepted the suggestion and began walking in the direction of the football field.

They took a spot on the bleachers closest to the gridiron. Idly watching blue and white Cows jerseys cross the field, Kyle had a spark of genius.

"You should flash him." He said in the same indifferent voice he would use to talk about the weather. The Jew loved messing with his friends.

"God, Kyle, I am NOT going to flash the entire football team. You flash him."

"Alright." She looked at him in disbelief. She hadn't meant the statement. "Hey Stan!" Kyle yelled as loudly as he could muster. Once the brunette's attention had been caught, Kyle stood and lifted his shirt exposing his chest to the world. His best friend gawked and Wendy had cracked up beside him. She managed to get out a choked "you're crazy" between chuckles. He sat back down rather please with his work.

It wasn't long after Kyle's little joke that they grown bored of watching a ball fly back and forth and turned their attention to his Ipod. Wendy and him where taking turns flipping through the songs, each with a one headphone in their ear. It didn't take long for the girl to notice the boy next to her seemed to like a little bit of everything. The only thing his music player was void of was Country. She honestly couldn't blame him there. They were both deep into a blues song when they noticed a pair of dirt stained cleats in front of them.

"Hey Stan." Kyle greeted without looking up. Wendy pulled the piece out of her ear and jumped up to throw her arms around him. The Marsh boy embraced her back while he directed a glare to his best friend.

"What the hell was that?"

"What?" Kyle asked sounding rather clueless; whether he was or was just acting dumb no one could tell.

"The shirt thing." Judging by his annoyed voice the guys had given him a hard time over it.

"Oh, I was flashing you." Kyle's tone was just as calm and despondent as ever. Stan remained confused as Wendy broke into another fit of giggles. It was obvious they weren't going to let him in on their inside joke so he dropped it.

"I'm going to go get changed. I'll be back in five minutes and then I can drive you home. Okay, babe?"

"What about me?" The eldest Broflovski boy raised an eyebrow in question.

"No way, jackass." And by 'no way, jackass' the threesome knew he really meant 'yeah sure, jackass.'

Stan jogged off to collect his things as Kyle and Wendy headed to the parking lot. On the way to Stan's beaten up old car she had been deep in thought. It was then that it struck her days like this weren't likely to occur anymore.

"Kyle, who am I going to hang out with when basketball season starts?"

He shrugged. Ah yes, that's right, Kyle Broflovski was Captain of the South Park's Basketball team. It was left to him and Token to support the whole team. They both had to be pretty good to pull off as good as a season as they did when the other players were Pip, Timmy, and Tweek. Kyle would testify that Timmy was the most helpful out of the three. Tweek had yet to get over his coffee addiction and tended to drop the ball a lot. Pip was just kind of helpless.

They let themselves into Stan's car. He never bothered to lock the doors, knowing no one would bother to steal the thing or any of the crap in it. Wendy made herself comfortable in the shotgun seat. The red head laid face up in the back seat with his feet propped up against the window. His energy seemed rather drained from the day. To stop the blaring sun from irritating him, he pulled his signature hat down to cover his eyes. Wendy smiled slightly. She had been watching him through the rear view mirror. There was just something pleasant and fun about hanging out with him.

Kyle was only starting to doze off when he was jerked back into reality from the slam of the driver's door. Stan turned the key and started the engine. Each bump in the road could be felt distinctly, causing Kyle's face to contort into a grimace for the five-minute ride to Wendy's house. When the vehicle came to a halt Kyle heard the couple whisper some mushy lovey dovey stuff to each other before Wendy gave Stan a tight squeeze and a kiss on the cheek. Even though the bumpy ride was paused the grimace did not leave Kyle's face. The door opened allowing the cold to cascade into the car, and then the girl with the pretty long black hair was gone.

"Kyle?"

No response.

"Kyle, I know your not sleeping."

A grumpy unidentifiable mumble emerged from the back.

"Isn't Wendy great?" Stan asked displaying a goofy grin.

"She's…" he searched for the perfect word to describe her, "terrific." It wasn't the right word, but Kyle had said it so fondly his intentions had been identified.

(I should probably clarify that by 'his intentions had been identified', I meant that he thought she was better than 'terrific'. It wasn't in an 'And Stan was like OMG Kyle's gonna steal my girlfriend away, SPAZ.' I had trouble wording that sentence.)

A/N: Originally this is supposed to be a chapter fic, but no promises, I have the hardest time sticking to one story. So I think I've ended it on a suggestive note where it could be taken as a one shot.