Okay so...

Hello there everyone :) This is my first attempt at a real fanfic so we shall just see how this goes! :P

This IS a Stan/Kyle fanfic (Duh) but there will also be other pairings: Craig/Tweek, Kenny/Butters, Cartman/Wendy and depending how you look at it hints of Kenny/Kyle.

So this is just a little Prologue, it's not too in detail yet but it will get better as I go I promise!

Sooooo... Yeah :)

It was a beautiful night; the late August air was crisp and warm, stars were slowly peeking there way on the dark canvas of the late night sky and the moon was full, bright and shining. Normally on a night such as this Kyle Broflovski would be down at Starks Pond with his Super-Best-Friend enjoying the last night of summer; just the two of them.

However Kyle was doing no such thing. No, what Kyle was doing on this fine night was getting as drunk as possible as fast as possible on the back porch of Bebe Stevens house with absolutely no recollection of why he was even there or where the hell his so called 'Super-Best-Friend' was. It didn't matter though, not when Kyle had his real Super-Best-Friend with him; Booze!

Now normally Kyle wasn't much of a drinker if he could help it, however tonight had been such a giant load of shit he couldn't help but have one drink. Which had escalated too two drinks, and then three, four, five and it was around there he had started to lose count.

The loud music was echoing from inside house, where many of Kyle's peers were grinding and humping like dogs in heat and probably getting just as wasted as Kyle. Kyle glared at the house behind him and flipped it off in a very Craig-like-manner and took another swig of his drink. He was not in the mood for humping and grinding; especially not with some drunk whore wearing too much make-up and barely any clothes.

However he wouldn't mind grinding with a certain raven haired beauty, with a great body that could only be achieved by playing intensive amounts of foot ball and beautiful sky blue eyes that- No, let's just stop that train of thought before it goes any further. The redhead's glare intensified, he wasn't supposed to be thinking about Stan right now. He hates Stan. Because Stan is an assohole.

Sighing Kyle downed the rest of his drink before beginning to hum a very poorly tuned version of what can only be assumed to be 'All By Myself' by Celine Deon.

"Dear sweet Jesus Kyle. Is that you? Or is there an animal dying out here?"

Kyle turned around and glared at the person who had dared to interrupt his beautiful humming before realising who it was and replacing his glare with a very large – very drunken – smile.

"Kennnnnnnny!" Kyle called to his blonde friend, waving his arms frantically as a signal for the other boy to come closer. Kenny grinned. It was always a rare sight to see Kyle so wasted, so Kenny planned to enjoy every minute of it that he could.

The blonde walked over to Kyle and sat down beside him. "Ken, you don't- you don't look nearly as drunk as you should." Kyle slurred. Kenny laughed and shrugged. "I've always been better at holding my alcohol than you." Kyle glared at him. "Shaatup dude. I'm fine." Kenny laughed and rolled his eyes. "Well if you're so fine, why aren't you in there dancing with a fine babe?" Kenny wiggled his eyebrows and pushed Kyle playfully. The jewish boy groaned. "'Cause man. Chicks are gross. And besides, I've got quite the sexy babe out here beside me." Kyle grinned and winked at Kenny.

Kenny blinked and his eyes widened. Was Kyle saying what he thought Kyle was saying.

"Dude, are you gay?"

"Woaaah! Genius of the year award goes to Kenny McCormick!" Kyle called out. He needed more booze. "Kenny, did you bring any booze with you?"

"Kyle, seriously you're gay?"

Kyle groaned in response. "Yes Kenny, I thought we got passed this. I am gay. I am a fag; I like men, and their penises. Now do you have any booze or not?" Kenny blinked in shock.

"How long have you known?"

"Ughh. Fuck dude, I've known for like ever. I've always had a huge boner for Stan and boobs were never appealing to me ever since I accidently walked in on my parents having sex when I was thirteen and saw waaaaaaaay more of my Mom than I ever needed too." Kyles drunken ranting would have been amusing to Kenny, had he not just learned something about one of his closest friends that he never would have expected.

"Holy shit... Wait, you like Stan?"

Kyle hadn't heard Kenny seeing as he had gone back to humming Celine Deon melodies and looking at the empty bottles of booze around him in hopes of finding more of the sweet, intoxicating elixir.

Kenny grabbed Kyles shoulders and forced the red head to look at him. "Kyle do you like Stan?"

"Stan?" Kyle looked confused, as if he had completely forgotten who Stan was.

"Yes Kyle, Stan Marsh you're best friend do you like him?" Kenny didn't know why he was so desperate to know. It really wasn't any of his business, but for some reason he just had to know.

"Ohhh. Stan. No Stan's an asshole I hate him. Which sucks cause I'm in love with him." Kyle explained.

"Jesus. You're in love with him?"

"Yeah man. And it fucking sucks, cause like he'll never feel the same you know? He's straight and wouldn't even give me a second glance. But I mean I guess I've always known that. He's going to meet some beautiful girl, fall in love, get married, have kids, be the perfect Dad and grow old with his wife all happy and shit. And- and you know where I'll be Ken?" By now Kyles attitude had gone from 'humorous and oblivious drunk', to 'completely and utterly depressed drunk'.

Kenny shook his head in response to Kyle. The blonde's heart was breaking, at the look of pure sadness and emptiness in Kyle's eyes as he spoke.

"I'll be right there, telling him 'She's the one for you Stan', standing beside him as his best man, being the god-father to his kids, supporting him through all his family issues and then I'll die alone because I'm not meant to have Stan. He will never be mine. So I just have to-to be there for him and like watch him be happy and then die all by myself because Stan Marsh will never love me." Kyle began to sob, leaning into Kenny hoping for some sort of comfort or sympathy or something equally lame.

Kenny wrapped his arms around Kyle and let the redhead cry. And cry. And cry.

And as Kenny held the shaking boy in his arms he decided no one deserved this, especially not Kyle and Kenny was going to give Kyle the happiness he deserved.

Kenny was going to make Stan Marsh fall in love with Kyle Broflovski.

Okay I know Kyle is a little out of character here (more like a lot) but he's drunk. And depressed. So. Yeah. Also I know it's short and maybe a bit rushed, but as I said it's just the Prologue. :P

So please review and tell me what you think!