I Think I'm Falling For You | Stan x Kyle Fanfic | Highschool AU

Chapter One

Stan's POV

Life hasn't been the same for quite some time. It started mostly when my parents divorced and my drinking habits began, but I don't think high school helped. I don't think Wendy breaking up with me did either.

We'd been on and off for some time, and we realized it just wasn't working. Plus, she had feelings for Bebe anyways. I haven't seen anything play out between them, but I'm rooting for Wendy. We're still good friends. She deserves better than me anyways. I think she's still amazing, but I don't like her romantically anymore.

I sat in bed, thinking about her and missing what we had. I hadn't dated anyone since, and I don't think anyone is interested in me anyways. Whatever. I just need to get through my shitty life.

My phone alarm screamed at me to awaken once more. I had already hit snooze twice, and I couldn't afford to risk missing school, as much as I wanted to. I had enough absences. With a heaving sigh, I dragged my dejected body out of bed and dressed myself up in my usual coat, jeans, red and blue poof-ball hat, and black shoes. Nothing had changed about my appearance since fourth grade, except my hair, which was dyed down blonde all the way to its black roots, and the bisexual pin that now adorned the brim of my hat. I had come out a few years ago, and I don't think anyone was surprised. Cartman teased me for it, but she came out as bisexual and transgender a few months ago. Pretty ironic.

I was alone right now, at my mother's house for the week. Shelly had left suspiciously quickly, and my mother left for work early in the morning all the time, so that was normal, but... Shelly? Whatever, I'll ask her later, even if it gets me beaten up and called a turd.

I didn't eat any breakfast, I never did. I did slip some vodka into a second water bottle that I shoved deep down into my backpack. In case of emergency, of course. The emergency being my stupid fucking classmates.

I walked over to the bus stop I had stopped at my whole life. Everyone was already there. I was slouching, but who gives a shit? Kyle, the light of my life, (although that is true, as love-confessiony and cliche as that is) and Cartman, the... something to be sure, were too busy arguing to actually notice me, while Kenny was looking at something on his phone. I noticed how red his cheeks were, visible due to how much he had been wearing his hood down lately. Either he was texting Butters or watching porn. Maybe both. Anyone's guess.

As soon as Kenny noticed me walking over, he gave me a small wave and grinned. "Hey Stan!" he called. It was a bit weird, his voice being unmuffled, but at least we didn't have to translate for new kids.

"Hey Kenny!" I called, smiling warmly at him. He had always been kind of a shy kid, despite his perverted, horny, and on occasion flirty (as well as often drugged, stoned, or hammered) nature. He never really participated in conversations and always hid his face. Recently, though, he had begun to come out of his shell. I think dating Butters was doing good for his self confidence, to push him out of his shell just that little bit.

My voice seemed to snap Kyle out of his focus on his fight with Cartman, and he looked over to me, grinning. "Stan! You're finally here! What took you so long?"

"Uh... slept through my alarm," I lied, not wanting to explain that I had snoozed my alarm, laid in my bed, and wallowed in my misery. Suddenly I noticed something different about Kyle, and my eyes widened. "Wait, Kyle, your hat's off!"

His freckled face broke into an even wider grin, and he nodded vigorously, his red curls bouncing and flowing all around his head as he did. "Yep! I wanted to try something new. Kenny's got his hood off lately, Cartman doesn't wear her hat anymore, so I figured I should give freeing my hair a go, too!"

"And yew're ugly as hell, yew fehckin' ginger!" Cartman stuck her tongue out at Kyle and stamped her foot, looking like a complete child.

I rolled my eyes and stepped in front of Kyle, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Erica, are you blind? The prettiest boy in the entire world is right in front of you, and you're calling him ugly? Shame on you. Shame."

"Don't you 'Erica' me, yew fehckin alcoholic, I swear to..." Cartman's words got lost in her mumbling as she glared at Kyle and I.

"Damn, who shat in her cereal? I was just telling the truth," I murmured, then looked over at Kyle. "Woah, dude, your face is so red. Are you okay? Are you cold? I can try to warm you up or something."

Kyle shook his head rapidly as he face grew redder. He couldn't seem to meet my gaze, and he looked nervous. "No, that's fine, uhm, I'm not that cold..." he stuttered, pulling up the green neck of his coat up to hide his face up to his nose.

I raised an eyebrow and took a step closer to him, pulling down the brim his coat so his face was visible again. "No, you're not. You're clearly freezing. Come here."

"What do you mea-" Kyle was cut off as I grabbed onto his hands and slid the sleeves of my coat over them, covering both of our hands. It was a bit awkward due to just how tall he was, and it made our faces come quite close, but I could manage. His face grew even redder, and he began to speak, his voice barely a whisper. "Stan... my face wasn't red because I was cold..."

"Oh." I let go of his hands and gave him a confused look. "Wait, so why was your face red?"

"It's- I- uh... nevermind. It doesn't matter." Kyle cleared his throat and brushed some of the straying red ringlets of his hair back out of his eyes. His hair, his curly red hair, caught the sushine so well... I could stare at it for ages. And his eyes. His hazel eyes, so stunningly forest green in the center but tinged with chestnut brown on the edges. The way his freckles dotted his face, the way his nose hooked, the way he smiled when he laughed, truly laughed, bringing out the dimples that usually lay dormant, hidden between his focused gaze as he did schoolwork. I could stare at him for hours, and I don't know why. I don't know why he captivates me, and I don't know why the blush on his cheeks is making this moment even better, interesting me even more. I felt something stir in the pit of my stomach, something I hadn't felt in ages...

I was probably just hungry.

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word count: 1136

woooo so!! first chapter is done wowee!!! i dont usually write long shit so this is pretty good for me i think :)) oblivious as fuck stan is so fun to write lol,,, next chapter is gonna be from kyles pov of just. him having the absolute most gay of panics so. thattll be fun!!! well this has been mars, tuning out!!! 💕