a/n: omg I LIVE!!!!!! I only haven't written anything for in like a year :P anyway, I'm back. This is the first of the 100 challenge thingy (check out my profile for more details). Hope it doesn't suck too much. Also, I need to work on writing more detail, so any constructive criticism is greatly welcomed :)

Disclaimer: I don't own them blah blah blah…

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14. Smile

Stan's smile was the best. It could light up a room, make girls go weak in the knees, warm your heart, or –if you were Kyle- break it. It was so beautiful, so impossibly sincere, so truly Stan, so completely unattainable that it would nearly make Kyle sick if said smile were aimed his way. Although Stan's smile had its grip on Kyle's heart, it pained the dear Jewish boy even more when he didn't smile, however rare it was. That meant something was wrong. Stan was unhappy and Kyle hated to see his super best friend of sixteen years unhappy.

There was one fine day that this rare occurrence made itself known from the wee hours of the morning. It was painfully obvious to Kyle when the raven-haired boy pulled up in his old car that something was wrong. His usually bright face was drowning in shadows and his blue eyes were hidden behind epic bags.

"Dude?" Kyle questioned as he climbed into the passenger seat.

"Don't ask, just don't ask," was all that the red head got from his friend.

It was awkward and unusually silent the entire drive to school. Stan sipped his black coffee and Kyle just stared out the window. He pondered what it could be and eventually came to a conclusion. Groaning inwardly he asked, "It's not Wendy again, is it?"

When Stan didn't answer, but glanced sheepishly at Kyle who groaned outwardly now and quite loudly. "Seriously Stan?! What is wrong with you? You've been in this same terrible cycle with her since fucking elementary school! We're in high school, get over it!" Kyle erupted.

"But, but you don't know how she makes me feel. How she kisses…" Stan trailed off and got a glazed over dreamy look in his eyes.

Kyle got a little pissed off that this girl was such a constant pain in his and Stan's life. "I bet I do know how she makes you feel because you make me feel like that." By this time they had pulled into the parking lot at South Park High and were just sitting there, idling the car. "And I bet I'm a better kisser than she is too!" With that, he grabbed Stan and their lips met. Closed mouth at first, then Kyle got brave and Stan yielded to his advances. The red head poked his curious tongue in Stan's mouth and explored every inch of it. Stan reciprocated each motion, every stroke of the hand, every passionate emotion. They eventually had to pull away for air; this is when they heard "Fagotty Jew-wad!" and some incessantly obnoxious laughter. They peered around and saw Cartman, fat as ever, pointed a chubby sausage finger at the window.

Immediately Kyle blushed a shade of red that rivaled his hair. He glanced nervously over at Stan, whom he assumed would have the same look plastered on his face. But instead, after the brief shock of being found, he smiled. It was magnificent and made Kyle's heart soar. The smile was contagious and soon spread across Kyle's ruddy face. The smile evolved into laughter and the two completely forgot about Cartman who was now trying to antagonize them farther.

The bell rang for first class and they were still in the car. Kyle made a move to get out of the car, but felt a hand on his arm. Stan's eyes were full of question and wonder. "Why'd you do that?"

"Because I can't stand to see you unhappy… And I needed to prove that I was a better kisser than Wendy ever could be."

"You made your point," Stan smiled and kissed the boy in his passenger seat.