Hey guys, this is my first fanfiction so be merciful! Sorry if some of the chapters are a little too short, I wrote this down before I typed it DX but they will get longer. Hope you enjoy! Disclaimer: I do not own South Park, it belongs to Matt Stone and Trey Parker, please support the official release.

Waiting for You to Change

Chapter 1: Growing Up

"Stan? Staaan!" Wendy ran through the halls after her boyfriend. Stan looked over his shoulder, unaware of Kyle heading in his direction, talking to Kenny. They almost collided, if it hadn't been for Wendy catching up with Stan. She grabbed him and turned him around as he squirmed to get free, then pressed her face against his.

The entire hallway had frozen to see what would happen next, but instead Wendy dragged Stan outdoors. They passed by Kyle and Kenny, who tried to ask him what was going on, but Stan only gave a pleading look as he was taken away.

Wendy pushed Stan against the school's cold brick wall. "You listen to me Stan Marsh, and you listen well," her eyes burned with fury, "This is the third time you've stood me up to hang out with your stupid friends! I swear, you do that one more time, especially without calling, I will make sure your life becomes a living hell!" She turned quickly, her thick ponytail harshly slapping Stan's face as she left.

Moments later, Kenny and Kyle appeared around the corner. Stan's face was still twisted in fear when they saw him. Kenny was the first to speak.

"Dude, you really need to break up with that bitch. Before you know it, she'll have your balls around her neck." Kenny was always known for saying things that were pretty racy, and ever since he decided to take off his hood in the 6th grade, it became much clearer exactly how much profanity he used. But his looks made up for his crude behavior and disrespect for females.

His eyes, which had always been the main component of his face, were a soft baby blue, and his hair was messy and sandy blonde, only slightly longer than when he was younger. His teeth were crooked because his family couldn't afford braces. He would have taken up smoking, but he didn't want to get into something that he couldn't do subtly in school, so he took up drinking instead.

He stood with his arms crossed, looking with pity at his friend who let himself be whipped by some stupid girl. Kyle gave him a warning glance. Wendy might have been a bitch, but Stan wasn't going to let anyone call her that. Kyle's green eyes sparkled with a mixture of fear and something else, almost excitement. He had changed so much in the many years he and Stan had been friends, and yet, so little.

He had been ashamed of his giant Jewfro when he was younger, but eventually decided that it wasn't so bad, as long as it was trimmed down a bit more. He was still Cartman's enemy, and Stan's best friend in the entire world. But something had changed between the two of them. He wasn't quite sure what.

Stan had grown taller than all of his friends at a height of 6"4. Unlike many of the other tall boys at school, Stan had a muscular frame, which was beneficial whenever someone wanted to start a fight, someone being Cartman. He still wore his blue winter hat, but strands of hair now poked out from the bottom. He looked at his best friend. Next to Kenny's wiry body, Kyle slight build was incredibly- Stan snapped out of it. He must have been tired, his eyes were wandering...

Kenny shrugged and began to go back through the school doors. Kyle looked up at Stan, his eyes still sparkling with excitement. "Are you sure you're okay dude? Wendy's really starting to get pissed off. Maybe you should end it if you're having all these problems." Stan rolled his eyes.

"Dude, you know how she gets, I'll be fine." Kyle cringed. It bothered him that Stan was okay with being pushed around like that. It was almost scary how Wendy was handling him.

Cartman came from around the corner with a smirk on his face. His dark brown eyes narrowed when he saw Kyle, but his smile only grew wider. His hair was still messy and light brown, but other that, he had changed a lot. During puberty, he didn't lose weight so much as grow tall enough that it was no longer a problem. He had turned some of his fat into muscle, and his metabolism had gone up so that he didn't gain anymore weight. He was still the same Cartman though, and everyone hated him for it.

"Hey you guys, what's up?" Cartman asked as unsuspiciously as he could. So have you heard? Bebe's looking for a new fuck buddy again, you gonna get into that? Or at least you Kyle?" He redirected the question to the redhead when he saw Stan's angry glare.

"No Cartman," Kyle answered.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot, you're not into girls are you?"

"I am fatass! Just shut up! Besides, why are you telling us, don't you want a chance?"

"And get Bebe's crabs?" Cartman let out a short laugh, "You're crazy!" He walked back into the school building.

"Damn, he's so fucking annoying!" Kyle yelled loud enough, hoping Cartman would hear.

"I know dude. Don't worry, next time I'll help you out, sorry about that." Stan put his hand on Kyle's shoulder. There was an awkward silence for a few seconds as Kyle blushed, which Stan had noticed.

"Yeah, um, thanks dude." The bell rang, and the boys stared at each other wide-eyed, and fled up the stairs.

"Kenny, hey, Kenny," Cartman tapped his friend's back. He and Kenny had become closer friends through the years, mostly because Cartman realized that in a way, Kenny was his only real friend, and toned down on the teasing so that he wouldn't piss Kenny off until he decided to stop talking to him. There was still teasing involved, but it was mostly joking.

The blonde turned around to face his friend, grinning his crooked smile. "What is it fatass?" He waited for Cartman's angry response, but it didn't come. Instead, Cartman grinned and punched him lightly on the arm.

"Shut up poor boy," he said with a laugh. "I was going to ask if you wanted to go to the arcade today, I found out how to play the games for free." Usually Kenny would jump on anything or anyone fun and free. But he had plans.

"Sorry dude," Kenny replied. I uh, have stuff to do with Bebe tonight." Judging by the look on his face, Kenny had planned something that he really didn't want to reschedule. Cartman understood, but still slumped in his chair and pouted. Now who was he supposed to go with? Stan and that stupid Jew?

"Wow Cartman, you almost look disappointed." Kyle snickered as Cartman sneered at him. It was painfully obvious that Cartman liked Kenny, or at least to Kyle. The way Cartman acted around him, the look he got in his eyes whenever Kenny was near. Sometimes Stan had that look when he was staring at-

'Woah,' Kyle thought. 'I need to stop thinking about that. It's not like I'm gay or anything, so there's no need to wonder if Stan feels that way...' Kyle was almost sure he was confused- a year ago. Either that or he had never made up his mind.

Wendy was staring daggers into the back of Stan's head. Why was she being such a bitch? Kyle really hated her. Hopefully he could convince Stan to break up with her while they were at his house afterschool.

"Dude, seriously, what do you see in Wendy? She's being a total bitch." Kyle and Stan were sitting on the floor of Kyle's bedroom, eating chips and attempting to do homework. Stan grimaced; he didn't want to talk about her.

"It's not that bad, just forget about it."

"You keep on going on and off with her. Why not just take a break, just for a while" Stan looked down at his homework.

"Look, I know Wendy's a bitch, and I understand that you guys don't like her, but I have reasons why I can't just break up with her." Almost immediately, Stan's face was crossed with a look of regret.

"What reasons?" asked Kyle.

"...Have you ever had...unwanted thoughts?" Kyle looked at him, puzzled. "Like, you know, where things you don't want to think about just... come into your head for no reason?" Kyle shook his head. Stan reached his hands towards Kyle's hair and pulled on one of his dark red curls. Kyle blushed, Stan had never gotten so close without warning before. "I just keep thinking... these thoughts..." Kyle's face burned as Stan's came closer to his. Stan's eyes were pleading for him to understand.

"What kind of thoughts?" Kyle asked. He was trying his hardest to keep his voice from shaking. Stan's hand released the curl it held. It bounced back quickly. He soon gripped more of Stan's curls. Both boys were completely silent as Stan ran his fingers through Kyle's soft hair.

"Just random things. Sometimes I need Wendy so that they can go away." Kyle realized just how close their faces were. Stan's breath encircled his face, warming him. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe he did like Stan after all. Before he could think about it anymore, Stan's lips started to brush against his, then trailed across his cheek to his ear. When he reached Kyle's earlobe, he stopped, and buried his head in Kyle's shoulder. He let out a deep sigh. "Just random things," he repeated.

Kyle sat, wide-eyed, his face bright red. "Stan..." he started, raising his friend by the shoulders to look at him. "What's going on with you? What do you mean you need Wendy to forget?" Kyle edged closer to Stan, hoping he would get the message. Instead, Stan slowly pushed him away.

"Listen Kyle." Stan's eyes were stern, restricting Kyle from advancing further. "I have feelings for..." He cast his eyes downward. Kyle was shocked, but at the same time, he was completely elated. He didn't let Stan finish his sentence. He lunged forward, grabbing Stan's face in his hands. Stan pulled in his best friend, reaching both arms around his waist. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to repress what was happening. Seconds later, he decided against it, and pushed Kyle away, shaking his head.

Kyle stopped, and looked at his friend. "Dude, what's wrong?"

"Kyle, I don't... have feelings for you." Kyle sat paralyzed with embarrassment and confusion.

"Then who?" Kyle asked. Who else could it be?

"...Bebe." Bebe?

"I don't believe you. You just-you kissed me. And you let me kiss you-"

"Shut up Kyle." Stan glared at his friend and lifted himself off of the floor and walked toward the bedroom door.

"Where are you going?"

The door slammed shut to answer Kyle's question.

Hope you liked it! Sorry if it was too short for your liking, it will be longer in the future!