kyle's pov
i wake up, startled. i just had a wet dream about my sbf, stanly marsh. my face goes crimson thinking about what i dreamid last night. i shake my head and hop out of bed.
i throw on my orange sweater and brown pants. i shove my green ushanka over my floofy curls and make my way downstairs. i plop down on one of the kitchen chairs and grab the box of cereal on the table. i realize i never grabbed a Bowl so i get up and grab the Bowl i need.
i pour cereal in the Bowl and pur some milk in after it. i eat it quickly with a spoon. when im finished, i throw Bowl into the sink and sling my backpack over my shoulder. i slip on my shoes at the door and yell to my parents that um leaving for school. i run outside to the bus stop where i see my sbf stan, and kenny and cartman fighting.
" kaHL YOU FUCKING JEW" catman screeches at me. i roll my eyes. i ddint even blink and i get attacked.
"at keast im not fat fatass" i say. kenny laughs at cartman.
" IM NOT FAT IM BIGBONED" cartman yells. " aND YOU SHUT UP UR POOR" stan chuckels. i blush because stan is hot. stam looks at me and i blush again.
(AN: shoudl i continue this bokk 🤪🤪🤪🤪????)
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love in the stars - style (stan x kyle)
Fanfictioni wanted to write a really bad fanfiction that makes no sense so here we are. im going to write this as if it's an eleven year old's composition notebook, ok? ok. enjoy :> (i do ship style very much jsyk, this is just the first ship to come to mind...
