You Belong With Me (Style)

1. Welcome

I hate having a whole part just for disclaimers, so it's goin at the beginning of this chapter!!!!
1.) THEY ARE NOT TEN! THEY ARE SENIORS IN HIGH SCHOOL! NOBODY FIGHT ME! :D
2.) This is not set in the location of South Park. It is set in a made-up small town in New Hampshire, a very special place to me. If that for some reason upsets you (?!) please don't read this, or imagine there's snow everywhere.
3.) Yes, I realize their personalities aren't exactly like the show. It's my book, get over it👿
4.) I'm not trying not to make Wendy look like the bad guy, I freakin love Wendy
5.) ‼️Trigger Warnings‼️ again in case you don't read bios. Self harm, suicide, body dysphoria, overthinking, gayness, swearing. Idek what a trigger is anymore, so if you're uncomfy with things like that, please click off.
6.) Please please please don't bully me. If you're reading this right now, that means I got up the confidence to post it, so please don't say rude things. You can correct my grammar or yell at the stupid shit characters do, but please don't make fun of me as an author. I get bullied a shit-ton online, I really don't feel like being bullied for doing something that makes me feel happy and at home. (Which is writing)
7.) Finally, I apologize in advanced if I switch from 1st to 3rd halfway through, sometimes I just like to switch it up for the plot, idk. Also, sorry if this is cringey and bad-written. I'm only 14, so I'm still goin through it😭

That's all the disclaimers I got! Thank you. _____________________________________________

It's crazy. It's insanity.  

Okay, maybe it's not either of those things, but it still hurts. It hurts a lot. It's like that feeling you get when you read a really good angst book. Your chest tightens, you feel like your throat is closing, it's hurting you, but you can't look away. 

That's how it feels right now, watching my best friend make out with his girlfriend while I stand a short length away from him unnoticed. 

This is their annual I-forgive-you make out session. Stan and Wendy just got back together after a full week of being broken-up. Just moments ago Wendy ran into Stan's arms sobbing, begging him to take her back. How could he say no to those gorgeous eyes? To that soft, clear face. To that slim, curvy waist and short skirt? So he grabbed her waist, her perfectly small waist, and kissed her like his life depended on it. 

I watched from just feet away, holding onto a half-asleep Kenny. 

"Dude, that's a full forty-five seconds. They're in deep." Kenny commented suddenly from beside me. 

I turned my head to make sure he wasn't just sleep-talking or something. For the first time all morning he looked one-hundred percent awake. 

"Why are you counting how long they've been kissing for?" I asked, raising my brow though he couldn't see it from the way we were standing. 

"I'm just curious about how long they can go for." Kenny shrugged, beginning to stand on his own. 

I sighed and looked back at the two lovers in front of me. I'm not a creep who just stares at people kissing for fun or anything. I wouldn't be looking at all if I didn't have to be. But, they were forgiving each other right on my very locker, so I'm fucked for the time being. 

Finally Kenny turned into Kenny again,  standing up straight and marching over to them. He stopped for a second to see if they'd notice him. Of course they didn't, so he let out a loud "ahem." 

Wendy stopped and turned, blushing in embarrassment. 

"Sorry man, we in your way?" Stan asked nonchalantly.

Kenny nodded and then shoved Stan away from my locker. He turned to me and gave me a thumbs up. I shook my head out of amusement and walked over to him. 

"Sorry about that Kyle." Stan apologized. 

"It's fine. Glad you two are good again." I lied, opening my locker. I've had a crush on Stan since fourth grade, of course I'm not glad they're together again. 

Stan kissed me once, and even though he doesn't remember it, it was the best moment of my life. We were at a party our Junior year and he was wasted. Somehow he convinced me to play truth or dare. Some kid I don't even know dared us to kiss. Stan being as drunk as he was grabbed me by the face and smashed our lips together. The kiss was so long someone eventually yelled "get a room!" It was fucking amazing. 

I think about how he never tried to pull away and convince myself there's still hope he likes me. How could he ever like me when he loves Wendy? She's gorgeous and perfect. I'm me. 

The bell rang and we all walked to class. Stan and Wendy held hands and giggled with each other the whole way there. I glanced at Kenny out of annoyance every few seconds. 

Kenny is the only person on the planet that knows about my stinging crush on Stan. He's known since sixth grade when I officially confirmed that shit was real. Everyday he tries to convince me to tell Stan. Sometimes I think he knows something I don't, but when I ask him he shrugs and gives me his most Kenny grin ever. 

If I never met Stan, Kenny would be my best friend in the whole world. Instead, he's just my best friend. Even though Stan has obliviously hurt me, he still holds first place in my heart as my super best friend. The first person I'd turn to for anything. The boy that knows everything about me. (except my crush) The boy that was there for me the first time I felt the need to cut. The boy that takes care of me every time I'm sick. The boy that lets me sob into his shoulder for hours with no explanation. The boy who practically lives at my house, so my mom has just began to buy the snacks he likes. 

Stan is my everything, even though I'm pretty sure he doesn't even know it. 

A/N
A short first chapter to get this thing rolling. I'm still writing Girlish and Bellissimo, but South Park is the big thing in my head right now, so this story will be updated most frequently. 

THANK YOU FOR READING!!!!

Published: May 24th