I Can't Believe You! (A Style FanFiction)

Chap.1: Snow Flakes

{Kyle's Pov}

Glorious white flakes fell from the sky into the shithole town that is South Park, Colorado. I've been staring out the window of our school bus for quite a few minutes.

I slightly jump at the feeling of fingers touching my shoulder. I let out a sigh of relief and turn my attention towards my super best friend, Stan Marsh. He's a pretty cool guy. We're not that much alike. I'm kinda nerdy, I'm just average and lanky. He plays sports and stuff, and he's kinda tall and has a little bit of muscle.

"Dude?! Are you deaf or something???" Stan asks, pulling me out of my gaze.

"What?"

"I've been trying to ask you the same question for the past 2 minutes!"

"Omg, I'm so sorry! What was the question?" I smile awkwardly.

"Can I sleep over tonight? The demons back." He's talking about his sister, Shelly... Shelly's in college now and visits every once in a while. But last time she visited, Stan pissed her off and she tried to strangle him. It's probably better if he's not around her for a while.

"Yeah dude, of course!" I pulled out my phone and sent a quick text to my mother asking her for permission.

The bus pulled off into the front of our school and we all got off. Not easily though, like most high schools, there's pushing and shoving. It's continues into the hallways until Stan and I get to our locker. In our school, we have to share our lockers with someone, and Stan and I chose each other. We grab our shit and walk to our first period.

Class is the same as usual. Very few of the kids actually listen to our teacher and the rest don't. Usually, I listen, but my attention is towards Stan. It has been for the last couple months... I can't seem to keep him off my mind. I have no idea why, it like my mind just gets off track as soon as he pops in and I can't think straight...

I lay my head on my arms and silently watch him. His raven hair brushing against his small forehead and his tiny ears. He slowly bit down on his lip, showing that he was focused. He stared down, only focusing on his phone. He's probably texting Wendy. I hear him chuckle softly and look absolutely beautiful, he looked as happy and vibrant as a child trying to catch snow flakes. I begin to feel upset, a weird turn in my stomach. I guess they're dating again... It's said the love makes you more attractive.

Why can't I be the one to make him look like that?