South Park Oneshots

Stan x Kyle Angst

this one is w emo stan from s7🤭
(students are aged up to high school)

STAN POV

I sat in the late night diner with my new friends. The resturant was completely silent save for the occasional clatter of dishes in the kitchen. The coffee mug in my hands warmed my palms pleasantly.

I sighed deeply.

Everything has been so bleak since Wendy broke up with me; everything hurts and it won't ever stop hurting.

I took a sip of my drink. Bitter.

The glass door opened and the small bell on it rang. I looked over to see a boy in an orange coat and green hat walk in.

He stopped directly in front of me, "dude, what are you doing?"

"Sitting with my friends, feeling the emptiness of this life take me over," I replied.

He shook his head, "are you just going to wallow in your misery forever?"

"I'm sad, Kyle, and you don't understand. You'll never understand. But these guys do," I gestured to the rest of the teens that occupied the booth.

"Yeah, a conformist like you wouldn't understand," one of the boys said.

I nodded in agreement while I drank my coffee. "Do you even know how terrible it feels to have your heart stomped on? You wouldn't get it."

"Oh, I wouldn't get it? Really?" His eyebrows knitted together.

I slammed the mug down, "exactly, you wouldn't ever understand. You've never even had a girlfriend, Kyle."

"God, you are such a dumbass, Stan!"

My eyes widened, I was taken aback, Kyle had never sounded so angry.

He continued, "you know why I've never had a girlfriend asshole?! Because of you! Because I've always loved you more than any stupid girl!" He jabbed his pointer finger into my chest on every 'you,' causing me to hold my hands up defensively.

"I--"

"But you were always too busy with Wendy to notice because she's all that ever mattered."

"Kyle, I'm so sorry... I..." I trailed off out of pure shock.

"No dude, you're not sorry." He clenched his gloved fists.

We stared at each other in silence, each second felt like a year. I stared into his angry, tear filled eyes. It seemed as if he was waiting for me to respond. I opened my mouth to speak, but closed it instantly, unsure of what to say.

"Whatever," he scoffed and stormed away, ripping the door open then slamming it on the way out.

He left me there with my hands still up and a dumbfounded expression.

"Woah..." Henrietta mumbled.

Slowly, I stood up.

"Where are you going?" Michael asked, flipping his red and black hair.

"To... to comfort him," the words tumbled out on instict.

When I finally registered the situation, I whipped around and sprinted out of the diner.

The street lamps were the only source of illumination as I ran; the night had cloaked the small town and seemed to lay down heavier as I went on, all the way to Stark's Pond.

When the crunch of snow seemed to echo, I stopped.

All I could see was the small circle of snow the singular lamp next to the water lit.

"Kyle?" I called out into the blackness.

The crunching halted.

"Kyle, I want to talk. Come over towards the light. Please?"

I stepped closer to the lamp, hoping he would follow. A second of silence passed by.

"Dude, please." I begged.

He sighed before joining me under the yellow glow.

The quiet around us was deafening. My throat felt dry and unusable. I had so many thoughts, so many things to say, but now my mind was suddenly blank.

"How did you know where to find me?" The curly haired boy's voice snapped me back into the moment. He adverted his gaze.

"You're my best friend, I know that you always come here when you need to be alone."

"Yeah, you know me well..."

"Of course I do, I always have."

"You mean a lot to me, Stan." He finally met my eyes.

"You mean a lot to me too," I paused, collecting my thoughts, "you always have. We have so many good memories together. I'm sorry for focusing on Wendy so much when you needed my attention too. I didn't realize that you felt this way." I paused again, choosing my words carefully.

Before I could continue, Kyle's lips were against mine.

I stood there too stunned to move as he held my face in his mittens. His tongue pushed past my teeth and I shoved him away.

"What are you doing!?" I yelled, wiping my mouth.

"Huh? I thought that you.. loved.... me back.. right?" He questioned desperately.

"What? No! I was just trying to make you feel better! We're just friends, and you know that I'm still in love with Wendy. And besides, I'm not... like that."

His shoulders slumped, his entire body seemed as if it had just unraveled. I watched as his heart shattered right in front of me.

"Oh my God, Kyle, I'm sorry, I didn't mean--"

"No, it's fine," he said softly, "I'm gonna head home."

He walked away into the night and once again, I was left speechless.

. . .

I hurried into the classroom and quickly sat down at my desk, still huffing from being in a rush.

"Dude, why weren't you at the bus stop today?" Cartman asked.

"I overslept," I said. I was up all night thinking about what happened with Kyle.

I glanced over at my best friend's empty desk. I turned to Kenny, "hey, where's Kyle?"

"I dunno, he wasn't at the bus stop this morning either." His muffled answer made me sigh. This is all my fault, isn't it?

Mr. Garrison entered the room, "ok children, today we'll practice some simple math equations."

Immeadiately checking out, I layed my head in my hand, staring out of the window at the snowy town. All I could do was hope that my best friend was alright.

Even if I was the one that hurt him, I still felt bad for him.

My eyes ran across the room, taking in my other two friends. It's not like I could tell the guys about this either.

I sighed again, what am I going to do?

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angst is a bit difficult for me to write but i like how this one turned out😼 i might make a part 2 bc i had some more ideas for this that i wanna write out

-soy