Title: Help From Purple Dressed People

Fandom: South Park

Pairings: Style (Stan x Kyle)

Summary: Kyle finally got what he wanted, thanks to Wendy. And Stan to Token.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own South Park in any way, shape, or form. They rightfully belong to Trey parker and Matt Stone. Cause if I own it, Craig and Tweek will be given more attention. the plot and idea belongs to me. If you wish to do anything with it, tell me first.

Author's Notes:

Okay, um…about the title…please ignore its lameness. Lol. I just thought that since both Wendy and Token are dressed in purple…well, yeah.

The story can have a Tendy ( is that what it's called? ) (Token x Wendy) pairing in it if you want. Though it's just a minor…so,yeah.

Err…I didn't really wanna tell you this before the story but, I'm soooo sorry if the kiss scene is lame. It's my first time writing a kissing scene, and…well you get the point. You have no idea how much that made me nervous and feel shit.

Anywhooo, enjoy! And review…please? I'll give you a cookie! :3

"Stan?" Kyle called out softly, opening a door that leads outside. He grinned widely as he saw the noirette. "There you are! I've been—" His smile, however, faded when he his super best friend sitting on the sidewalk, all alone. Stan's knees were brought up, arms folded and laying atop of them as his head was buried into the said arms. Kyle walked and sat beside him.

"Wanna talk about it?" Kyle offered him a sympathetic smile; though, he doubts Stan will see it.

A long pause.

"Kyle, I know you already know about it. Stop acting dumb just to make me feel better." Stan finally spoke, not bothering to look up and witness how concerned and worried the redhead beside him is.

"Look, she'll come back, eventually. She always does." Kyle said slowly, hoping that would make Stan to ATLEAST look up. Surprisingly, he did. Just not the way he wanted it to be.

"And what if she doesn't, huh?" Stan said angrily, leaning over to Kyle as if he was challenging him. "Look, Wendy has broken up with me many times. And yeah, she comes back. But, still, our relationship is really…inconsistent, you know? I'm just nervous that, one day, she might leave me. For good." His anger subsided but was quickly replaced with worry as he stared into the ground.

"And why, may I ask, would she leave you? And if ever she did, who will she leave you for?" Kyle asked, starting to get annoyed.

"Token. She always leaves me for that black piece of shit." Stan answered begrudgingly, envy and jealousy evident at the tone of voice he used. "I mean, c'mon! He's fucking rich, has countless, sleek cars and their mansion is fucking huge! Now who wouldn't want that?"

"Uhh…me?" Kyle answered as if he was talking to a stupid person and needs to point out the obvious.

"What?" Now Stan was confused. A bit surprised, and annoyed, but still.

"Stanley, listen to me. Token might be rich and all, but he's not all that great as you make him sound. I bet you'll always be a better person than he'll ever be." Kyle, feeling satisfied with his answer, gave his super best friend an assuring smile.

"Really?" Stan himself smiled at Kyle's answer. But faded after a short pause. "Cut it Kyle. You're just saying that to make me feel better. We both know Wendy ain't comin' back. Hell, she's probably with Token right now. Fucking like little bunnies."

"Goddammit Stan! Listen to yourself, man! You sound like a fucking goth. Again. You know what?" Kyle said, standing up as he did so. "Wendy's a bitch in disguise. I swear man! She's like, Ms. Goody-to-shoes at first sight, but she's a real bitch. And it's her problem that she can't see how fucking awesome you are. I mean, you're smart, in a way, and funny, and nice, and gorgeous, and cute, and you have a REAAALLY hot body, and…"

"Whoa, whoa. Dude, gorgeous? Cute? Hot body? What the fuck?" Stan said, completely surprised and confused at what Kyle just said. And slightly happy, but he didn't let the redhead notice it. Meanwhile, Kyle realized what he just said, and he felt his cheeks heating up.

"I—uh—didn't mean to—I just—You—Wendy—" Kyle tried to speak coherently, but failed miserably. He was about to turn around and lie that his mom needs him home now, but was stopped when Stan stood and looked at him with a wide grin on his face. "S-stan? W-what are you—"

But Kyle was interrupted. Not by a kiss, no. By Stan's voice.

"Hey Kyyyyleee…" Stan said, walking slowly towards the blushing redhead, his grin not leaving his face. He stopped infront of Kyle, bent down so their faces was just a kiss away, and whispered, "You like me, don't you?"

Kyle felt his face getting redder by the minute. "Well, yeah…if I didn't, then we wouldn't be super best friends in the first place, right?" Then he let out a nervous laugh.

Stan stood straight and pouted, "No! I mean, like like me!" He whined, but Kyle found it undeniably adorable. And cute. But he didn't have the time for that, he needs a clever response to Stan's oh-so difficult question.

"Stan, can't we just…drop this? I'm trying to make you feel better but YOU'RE making me uncomfortable." It was his turn to pout but sadly, it didn't last long. In just a blink of an eye, he felt Stan's lips on his. It wasn't hard, or forced or out of hunger and greed or anything. It was pure, gentle and slow. A perfect, chaste kiss. Kyle was stunned at first, but slowly sank in and kissed back. They remain like that for minutes, and as they pull apart, neither one said a thing.

That was, until Stan spoke, "Does that make you feel comfortable enough?" He sarcastically asked, his lips tugging into a gentle smile. The kind of gentle Butters always gives to Kenny. But Stan's was better, in Kyle's opinion, atleast.

Kyle smirked, before saying, "I did kiss back, right? What do you think?"

"I take it you love me too." Stan said as his smile grew to a very wide grin, one that belongs to a madman. Well, right now, Stan IS a madman.

"So…umm…" Kyle started, obviously hesitating, "Are we like, together now?"

Stan took Kyle's hand and raised it to eye level, "Yes, we are. No more you and me. Just us." He smiled gently as they started to walk.

Right before they turned at a corner, Kyle whispered to himself, "Thanks, Wends."

Stan whispered a thanks too, but to Token.

And neither knew the fact that the other used the couple's help to get what they want and that the said couple is spying them behind a bush.