Fic title: Birthday Surprise

Summary: It's Stan's sixteenth birthday and there's a surprise waiting for him behind the tree. ::wink::

A/N: Well…This wasn't really cracked induced like my Rugrats one XD and the fact that there's a lot more SP slash that AGU slash. But anyway, enjoy

All Reviews welcomed and loved (And don't bother flaming, really, all I do is laugh at how idiotic the flamer is)

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Stan sat in his quiet, redneck, mountain town home, tapping away on his keyboard. It was the weekend and Stan's sixteenth birthday was coming up. He didn't know of any plans of a surprise birthday or whatever, but he was suspicious that one was probably going to take place.

Stan blinked and brought his attention back to his World of Warcraft game.

SPnats: Hey dude, I got us another mission.

SPelyk: Sweet. Uh-oh, mom's kicking me off.

SPelyk logged out

Stan looked at his alarm clock, it was 5 am. He decided it was best to go to sleep and logged out, expecting some sort of surprise tomorrow, knowing his dad.

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"WAKE UP! WAKE UP! FIRE! FIRE! WAKE UP!"

Stan jolted awake, somehow managing to hit his head on the windowsill. He drowsily sniffed the air and didn't sense any fire. Groggily, Stan opened his door and saw his father freaking out outside his room. Stan grunted and turned back to his bed to go to sleep.

Suddenly everything was black and Stan felt himself being carried. He wasn't really nervous at all because his parents had done something similar to him for the past 8 years. He tried to fall asleep again but the ride was too bumpy.

After a little longer of the bumpy ride, Stan felt the whatever-it-was removed from over his head and body and everything got bright. He squinted around and realized he was at a random little park near the creek somewhere behind his house.

"SURPRISE!" Almost all of South Park shouted. Chef was there, Cartman was there, Kyle and Kenny were there and everyone's parents. Mrs. Garrison was there. Sadly, so was Jennifer Lopez with her kisses of taco-ey doom. Stan really thought Cartman had gotten beyond that by now. Stan focused his attention on the wood park bench-table he was sitting at the head of. Pizza. Yummy.

"We're so happy for you!" Stan's mother cooed and pinched his cheeks.

Stan, still in a sleepy daze, just shrugged at stared at the pizza.

"C'mon! Eat the damn pizza before I do," Cartman said, clearly drooling over the round mass of cheese, bread, and tomato sauce.

"Shut up, fat-ass," Stan replied drowsily and started eating the pizza.

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After a butt load of pizza and some cake that Cartman took for himself, Stan was finally getting into his party. Currently, he was trying to knock an apple off of Kenny's head with a new paintball gun he got.

"Ow!" Kenny mumbled around his orange hood.

"Sorry, dude!" Stan called back. He felt a slight tugging on his shirt and turned around to come face to face with Kyle.

"They're crazy!" Kyle whispered with a pretend-wild look in his eyes. "I need to hide!" And with that he ran down to the river and hid behind the wide old oak tree. Apparently most of South Park was cornering him, telling him he's next and stuff like that.

Something in Stan's mind told him to follow despite having to leave Kenny alone with Cartman. He sneaked down to the tree and plopped next to Kyle.

"Have you opened your presents yet?" Kyle asked, sounding hopeful.

"No, not yet. I was planning on waiting 'till I got home." Stan threw a rock in the water. "Why?" He shifted his focus from a fish flopping in the air and landing back in the water to his green-capped, red haired friend.

"Just wondering. You'll definitely like the first present I got you," Kyle replied nonchalantly.

"First? You got me more than one?" Stan asked; his pulse fastening a bit with happy anticipation.

"Yeah, I'm giving you the second one later. That is, if you want it." Kyle replied, feeling a bit awkward as he said it.

"Well," Stan thought for a moment, trying to imagine what it could be. Some imagines came to mind but he shooed them away. "What is it?"

"If you want to know, close your eyes and hold out your hands." Kyle looked serious and slightly nervous.

Stan did as he was told and felt Kyle's hands on his. Stan was very tempted to look, but something told him not to and he obeyed. After an eternity, Stan felt his mouth connect with someone else's mouth.

Stan didn't bother opening his eyes now. He knew who it was from the smell. He knew whose hands they were by the way they felt. They had a distinct softness with a bit of roughness at the same time. Something very difficult to explain. He felt the scratch of a moustache starting to grow back. He tasted an interesting, but not bad, mix of pizza and cake.

The two pulled apart. Stan wanted to keep that in his memory forever; he stayed as he was for another minute. He licked his lips a bit.

"That was good…" Stan opened his eyes and smiled at Kyle.

"Better than Wendy?" Kyle asked hopefully.

"Yeah."