Title: Feelings Aren't Left Unnoticed

Summary: Stan devotes most of his time to Wendy; Kyle feels like his super best friend is putting Wendy before him. Stan knows it's because of how he felt when Kyle did the unspeakable in front everyone, drunk. But, Stan wants more. Wendy notices how they both feel.

Author: OXRosinaOX

Fandom: South Park

Rating: T (for now)

Warnings: This story contains strong language. I mean, it's South Park. They curse! :P Very mild depression and possible sex.

Main Pairing(s): Stan and Kyle; Post Stan and Wendy

Disclaimer: I don't own South Park, Stan, or Kyle; Matt Stone, Trey Parker, and Comedy Central do. I don't make any kind of profit off of this story.

A/N: This is my first time writing a true Fan Fiction! I really hope someone out there likes it or at least gives it a chance!

As you can tell, every chapter is named the name of which character's point of view is in use. I'm so exited! I have zero ideas on where this thing is going to go! I'ma try to post every 2 weeks or so; I'll never, EVER, make you wait a month! Just to let you know ahead of time, I'm kind of a liar... XD

I'm, truly, the number one South Park/Matt Stone and Trey Parker fan... Don't question me! X)

Oh! All text that are in italics (see? Like this! XP) are thoughts from the (which ever one it is for that chapter) main character. Words that are in bold (See? Like this!) are meant to show emphasis!

Enjoy!

Chapter: Kyle

Chapter Track: Coldplay - The Scientist

"You're going to Clyde's party on Saturday, right?" Stan asked, not looking away from the television, he didn't want to mess up on the game.

"Yeah, are you?" Kyle answered; he never missed one of Clyde's parties, they're always the best.

"Yeah." Stan's eyes were still glued to the screen. Kyle looked to his side to see what Stan was doing and caught a glimpse of his blue eyes; Kyle couldn't help but keep staring. They were so bright."Ha! Got cha!" Stan stood up and made a victory dance. Kyle looked at the screen that read: "Winner!" on Stan's top half and "Loser!" on his half.

"Oh, shut up! You always win!" Kyle said, (Kyle hardly beats Stan at games that required skill, not strategy) trying to make himself sound angry, but he couldn't help but laugh at Stan's dance; he always did the funniest things that made Kyle remember why they were super best friends.

Stan stopped dancing and sat back down next to Kyle. "You always win when we play checkers, though!" Stan said in defense. Kyle laughed because it was true. Stan sucks at checkers! Kyle tried to play a game of chess with him once but Stan couldn't understand the rules. Stan turned his head towards the wall behind him, "Oh shit! It's 8:56! I've got a huge test in English tomorrow; I need to study!" That's Stan, always studying at the last minute.

Kyle grabbed his book sack, "You want me to come over tomorrow?" Kyle asked, though, he knew what the answer was.

"No, me and Wendy are going to the movies." Stan replied. Of course. Every Friday they go out to do something together.

"Okay, then, I guess I'll see you at the party?" He waited for a response from Stan.

Oddly, he didn't expect one, but Stan smiled, "Just don't get too drunk before you find me." He said. Kyle chuckled; he had a history of getting drunk, but he was in the eleventh grade. Give him a break!

"I'll try!" Kyle replied and gave him a smile. Stan was too busy unplugging his Xbox to notice Kyle's gesture. "See you later." Kyle added, opening the door. Stan lastly turned off the television

"'Later." He said, without looking his way.

Kyle closed the door and walked into the snow. Stan would really rather spend his Friday nights with Wendy instead of him? Kyle understood they needed time together, but every Friday night? It's not that Wendy is a bitch or anything. Him and Wendy were fairly good friends. It's just that… Stan seems so distant… Kyle wasn't sure if it was because of Wendy or something entirely different. How did things change so fast? One minute they were attached by the hip, now Wendy is given all the attention. Kyle knew it was something not to complain about, he and Stan were still super best friends, but at times Stan could be so into a conversation or he would just be into them hanging out and then, next thing you know, he would be all distant. Something isn't right. Kyle feels it. He knows it.

Kyle turned down his driveway and walked up the few steps to his house. He trailed into the living room and noticed his mom in the dining room, "I'm home, mom!" Kyle yelled out.

"Okay, bubbe! Did you eat?" Shelia, Kyle's mother, replied.

"Yeah!" He called back to her. Kyle walked to his room, closed the door, and sat his back pack down next to it. He checked the time on his computer: 9:03 p.m. He walked to the bathroom yawning brashly. Not wanting to waste another minute that he could use to sleep, he started the water.

Kyle undressed and found himself staring at his reflection. He slowly ran his fingers through his hair, which he hated. His Jew fro was somewhat flat from being smothered underneath his hat all day. His fingers outlined the details of his nose, then his eyes, magnifying every little flaw.

Sighing, he stepped into the warm shower, letting the water run all over his body. Kyle reached for the bottle of shampoo, poured the needed amount into his hand, and lathered it into his curly hair. He made sure he washed it good, and then let the water take the suds away.

Feeling emotionally tired, he rested his back on the shower wall, letting himself slide down to a sitting position. His knees were lifted up to his face and his arms wrapped around them, allowing the water fall on him, just so he could think.

What happed? I mean… Stan and Wendy have always hung out like this, since the 9th grade. Why am I feeling this now? Like he doesn't care? Like he is putting me second?

Kyle's legs relaxed and his toes were touching the other side of the shower, although his legs were still not perfectly straight.

What's wrong with me? I'm acting like some jealous chick. Well, I may be jealous… but it's because my super best friend's number one reason to live is her! And not me! Wait what?

Kyle had no idea where that came from. He rested his head in his hands.

You know what, fuck it.

Kyle lifted up his head and reached up to turn the water off. He stepped out the shower and wrapped a clean town around his body. Then, he towel-dried his hair and put on some pajamas. As he crawled into bed and closed his eyes, he made the choice to not think. He just breathed.

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Kyle stared into his cereal. He couldn't eat; the feeling of wanting to throw up kept him from doing so. Kyle tossed away the rest of his breakfast and started walking. It was a cold January morning and the snow was piled atop of more snow. The only time that shit ever melts is one week during the middle of summer, and it comes right back. Kyle likes it, though.

Kenny was waiting at the bus stop, but Cartman had yet to arrive. "Hey!" Kenny muffled.

"Hey, man. Where's Cartman? He's always here before all of us," Kyle pointed out. Kenny just shrugged. They stood in silence for quite some time.

Kenny decided to break it with, "Are you going to Clyde's party?" looking at him for an answer.

"I know I am," someone else answered. Kyle looked to his left, and saw that Cartman was making his way towards them. "I wouldn't miss it for the world," he continued, as he stopped at his usual spot.

Kenny and Cartman looked at Kyle, expecting an answer. "Yeah, I'm going." Kyle finally said. Cartman laughed. The hell? "What the fuck is so funny?" Kyle demanded. He didn't mean to be so pissy, it's just that he was already on the brim with things to worry about and didn't need Cartman's fatass adding to it. "Just don't get too drunk, Kyle. Remember what happen last time?" Cartman pointed out. Truth is, Kyle didn't, but he wasn't about to ask; he didn't want to know the answer.

"Well, I'm not going to get that drunk." Kyle said in defense.

"I'll make sure you won't." Kenny said, smiling. Kyle knew that was complete bullshit. Kenny was always the one who encouraged Kyle to drink so much at parties to begin with.

Before anyone could say anything else. "Won't what?" Stan called. Kyle knew it was Stan; his voice was so familiar he didn't have to look. Everyone was silent, expecting Kyle to say something, but Kyle just kept his head down.

"We were just talking about Clyde's party." Cartman said, seeing as Kyle wasn't going to fend for himself.

"Oh." Stan replied, sounding like he didn't really care.

"Are you going?" Kenny asked Stan. Kyle knew he was making plans to get them all together at the party, of course to drink.

"Yeah, but I can't get drunk," Stan warned them, like he knew Kenny's plans (he probably did, Kenny does it every time).

"Why?" Kenny whined.

"Because, Wendy is going to be at this party," Stan started to explain to them, "and you know how she is about 'being responsible' and shit." This is true, Kyle couldn't count how many times Stan was 'irresponsible' and Wendy wouldn't talk to him for days.

"Are you really limiting your guy-fun for a woman?" Cartman asked, starting to laugh, "You pussy!" Cartman yelled, laughing. Even Kyle chucked.

"Shut up! At least my girl doesn't have a dick! Fag!" Stan yelled, sounding really defensive.

"Hey! You shut your trap about Red!" Cartman growled. Then he started to look relaxed, "I'm just saying. You should never hold back from what you love for a woman." Cartman calmly replied. Weird...

Before anymore could be said, the bus arrived. Kyle has his license, but he doesn't own a car; he couldn't wait until the day he didn't have to ride that fucking bus. Kyle's mom didn't trust him with the car, so Stan usually drives him everywhere. Stan could drive to school, or even walk; South Park high really isn't far from anyone's house, but most of them still ride the bus instead because: a. It's lonely. b. They are just lazy. And/or c. Morning Socialization.

Stan gets on first, followed by Kyle, Cartman, and Kenny (in that order). Wendy, who was already seated behind Bebe, waved over at Stan, motioning for him to sit down with her. They just don't see each other enough, now do they? God.

Cartman walked to the back and sat with Red, like always. Kyle sat down in him and Stan's seat; though, today it seemed that he would be sitting alone. He felt someone sit next to him, "Hey, man." Stan said. Kyle didn't look up at him, but he knew it was Stan.

"Hey," Kyle replied, kind of confused. "Why aren't you sitting with Wendy?" he asked, looking back to see what Wendy was doing; she was staring at them. A look of disappointment was in her eyes.

When Kyle looked back at Stan, he was also giving Kyle a funny look, "Why wouldn't I sit with you?" Kyle was kind of shocked by that. He didn't expect Stan to just ditch Wendy like that. Maybe she told him something that pissed him off. Kyle didn't ask questions. He just fake smiled and went with it. Yeah, he was happy about it... but before they went on the bus Stan couldn't be responsible because of Wendy's constant bitching. Okay, okay, okay. That's not true. Wendy isn't a bitch, at all. She just wants the best for Stan, but he doesn't have to do everything in her favor.

"So, how do you know that Red has a dick?" Kyle joked. Stan laughed. "Because, dude! Cartman? Come on!" Stan joked back. Kyle laughed, louder than needed, but he couldn't help it.

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Mr. Garrison followed them to high school, for some unknown reason. Kyle's first and fourth (Each class lasted two hours, so instead of seven hours, like middle school, they had four) periods were just the same as his 4th grade class. Literally, nothing changed. Mr. Garrison taught and all the kids were enrolled in that class, even the damn seating chart was the same. It happens every god damned year! Kyle swears Mr. Garrison does it just so he can torture them.

First period was American History; they'd just gotten finished writing notes on regulations to be president (an hour) and reading Chapter 16: Electoral College (30 minutes). "Well, who can tell me which president served from 1861 to 1865?" Mr. Garrison asked. It took a moment, but someone raised their hand. "Yes, Clyde?" Mr. Garrison said, giving permission for him to speak.

"Thomas Jefferson?" Clyde made it sound more like a question rather than a statement.

"Okay, now, let's try to get an answer from someone who's not a complete retard." Mr. Garrison rudely replied. That really wasn't a shock, Mr. Garrison talked to all of his students like they were crap. He looked at the class expecting an answer."Well, fine then! If you're going to be so difficult, then I'll make you learn. You all are going to do a report on a president with a partner." He demanded, and the class groaned. Kyle looked to his left when he felt Stan tap his shoulder.

"You want to be partners?" Stan asked, a hopeful smile filled his face. Kyle was sure he would want to be with Wendy, but maybe Stan realized that Wendy wasn't everything... Kyle smiled back and nodded.

"Oh, and because you never seem to pay attention in class, I'm going to pick your partners." Mr. Garrison informed the class, looking straight at Kyle and Stan.

"Shit." Stan muttered. Kyle gave a 'Sorry, bro' look and turned around.

After a couple of arguments and refusals, everyone had a partner. Kyle was with Wendy (great…), Stan was with Clyde, Kenny was with Bebe, and Cartman was with Red. "You have a week; I'm expecting an oral report including some kind of visual information. Now, come to the front of the class room to pick a president out the bucket." Mr. Garrison announced. Wendy offered to go up and pick their topic, so Kyle let her. He watched her, from his seat, shuffle her hand in the bucket full of names. The way she looked at him on the bus made him kind of nervous about having to write this report. What if she brings something up? Or she talks about why she was mad. She came back with a piece of paper reading:

William McKinley.

"Never heard of him." Kyle admitted. Well, Kyle never heard of half of the presidents, so, it really wasn't a surprise. Wendy laughed in response. "Do you want me to come over today? It's Friday and I'm free." Kyle offered.

"Oh, no. Me and Stan were going to go to the movies today…" Wendy explained. Kyle completely forgot about that... It's funny because Fridays use to be their nights, but, of course, Stan chose to devote all his time to his girlfriend. A nauseous feeling came over Kyle when he thought of that. Wait what? Kyle was thinking nonsense again. He realized that while he was thinking, he was staring at Stan. He moved his view to Wendy; her eyes had that same look of disappointment as she did on the bus.

"Actually, Bebe needs me to tutor her in Science. I forgot to tell Stan I wasn't going to be able to make it." Wendy said, rushing the words as if history would change if they weren't said in time. Kyle couldn't understand what the hell just happen. She started walking over to Clyde and Stan; Kyle watched her as she explained and moved her hands around as if that was important to understanding her explanation, Stan looked over her shoulder at Kyle. Shit. Kyle was staring again. He gave a friendly smile and Stan gave one back. His blue eyes looked joyful.

Stan still wore that red poof ball hat; Stan let his hair grow out more, so now black hair boarders his face. Kyle still wore his green ushanka; with a little batch of red, curly hair sneaking out in the front. Cartman wore his light blue cap just the same as he did then and Kenny still had that damn orange parka. Though, it wasn't as tight as it was then, it was more like a hoodie. So, Kenny only muffles every once in a while.

Every year they go to the same store at the mall in Denver and buy the same outfits and hats in a bigger size. Kyle never understood why, but he just knows he wouldn't know what to wear anyways. They don't wear the same clothes all the time like they use to, they just wear the same outfit to go to school or if it's just them hanging out, like everyone else. They change outfits for parties and such. Other than that nothing really changed. The class was the same, everyone's clothing was still the same, and South Park hasn't changed. Kyle couldn't help but wond...

"Kyle?"

Kyle snapped back into reality, "What?" he asked to whoever just called out his name. Wendy was standing next to him, leaning over a piece of paper that she put on his desk. She was giving him that look again. "Are you okay? You look kind of distracted..." She said, her voice sounded soft, like she had sympathy for him. But, why? Wait, no. He doesn't want to know the answer. Wendy always knew things other people didn't, she knew about Cartman's feelings for Red (who "happen" to be partnered together). She even hooked them up. Kyle didn't want to poke around in her predictions.

"Yeah, I'm just... off today." Kyle said, which wasn't a lie. His mind has been thinking the weirdest things. "You want me to come over Sunday and work on the project?" Kyle continued, trying to change the subject.

"Yea, sure. If you're not having a hangover from the party." Wendy joked with a smile. Kyle really had a reputation for getting drunk at parties.

Kyle laughed, "I'm not getting drunk this time." Kyle promised. She gave him a glare. "Okay," he continued, "I'll try to not get drunk." She gave him those stupid eyes again.

"Good. After what happen last time... Well, you didn't know what you were doing. No reason to bring it up." She rushed, avoiding Kyle's eyes. Oh, god. What ever happen that night will never leave him alone, even if he doesn't remember it.

"Yeah," Kyle tried to sound like he didn't care, "Do you want to do a chart of everything he did or what?" He asked. Wendy was still looking down at the paper.

"Let's just do a power point, we can summarize every fact and list them as we read." She pointed out. Kyle could do that; he was good with computers.

"Okay, you have Microsoft PowerPoint?" Kyle asked.

"Yea, you can come any time after one." Wendy mentioned. Good, Kyle was probably not going to wake up till then anyways.

"Can I have your number? Just in case." Kyle asked. Wendy took out her phone and handed it to Kyle.

"Put your number in," She requested. He handed her his phone so she could do the same. Once they were done, they both sat in their separate seats. Kyle was playing with his calculator when the bell rung and everyone rushed out of the classroom. Kyle was the only one left; he was still gathering his books, taking his sweet time. While he was walking out the door, some students for the next class were already coming in.

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Math gave Kyle a major headache. He stuffed his things into his locker, closed the damn thing, and locked it. He turned, heading to the cafeteria, and saw Stan coming his way. "Hey, Stan." Kyle said. Not as enthusiastic as usual. Stan stopped walking in the middle of the hallway to wait for Kyle.

"Hey." Stan replied as soon as Kyle reached him. He then joined Kyle, who was making his way towards the cafeteria doors. "You want to come to my house today?" Stan asked. "Wendy bailed. So, I'm free." He added.

"Sure!" Kyle said, this time more enthusiastic. "Wait, what did she tell you in first hour?" Kyle asked. He couldn't help it! He wanted to know if she fed the same excuse to Stan that she did to him.

"Urm… it was kinda weird. She just told me she couldn't go to the movies with me. She didn't give me a direct reason." Stan said. That's weird…

"Really? She told me Bebe needs tutoring in science." Kyle stated. Stan looked at him funny.

"What? No she doesn't! I copy off of Bebe's science homework all the time. We compared our report cards last month, she had an A." Stan said.

Something's up, and Kyle wasn't sure if he should poke around. He looked at Stan, who was looking at the floor.

"Oh well. It's probably nothing. Do you want to go to the movies? Or we can watch one at my house, we have Netflix." Kyle said. He didn't want to talk about the Wendy thing. He planned on thinking about that later. Stan's confused look turned into a smile.

"Sure," he started. "Let's go to your place. Scary or funny?"

Kyle smiled, "Scary!" he said. Kyle loves scary movies! Wait. Reword that. Kyle loves to watch scary movies with Stan. They make fun of the movie, which always leaves them laughing harder than any comedy could.

"Okay, can we walk to your house?" Stan asked. Kyle sometimes walks home from school. It's that or ride the bus.

"Sure." Kyle replied. They open the doors to the cafeteria.

"Are you eating?" Stan asked.

"Yeah, you?" Kyle said. Stan nodded and led them to the line.

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P.E. was over, thank God! Kyle walked into science (4th period) class and all the desks were in pairs. The board read:

Take a seat with the partners you were assigned to in history!

Kyle sat in the pair of desks closest to the pair Stan and Clyde picked. Stan gave Kyle a soft smile and Kyle returned the favor. Kyle automatically opened up the little pouch where he keeps his pencils. Which, turned out, had no pencils… Shit! He must have left it somewhere. Kyle turned around to ask Stan for one when he caught Stan staring at him. His eyes looked like they were off in a daydream. Stan quickly looked down and Kyle started to get butterflies. "Um, can I have a pencil? I think I left mine in..." Kyle started. He was going to explain but Stan was already handing Kyle a perfectly sharpened pencil. "Thanks..." Kyle softly said as he grabbed it from him.

"Welcome." Stan replied, with no emotion. Kyle faced the front and waited for the bell to ring.

Was Stan staring at him? Or maybe that was a mistake, maybe he wasn't. But still! It gave, me butterflies... That's not normal! Ah, Fuck...

Kyle looked up from the pencil that he just realized he was staring at, and saw Wendy standing over him. "Hey..." He said, uncomfortably. Wendy smiled and took a seat; the bell rang and Mr. Garrison made his way into the room.

"You're going to work on a project with the same partner you have for history. Your topic is written on the piece of paper laid on your desks. I'm expecting a 1,000 word essay and some kind of visual information for both projects. You have a week." Mr. Garrison stated.

Kyle grabbed a sheet of paper that has been on his desk and flipped it over; all it said was 'the atmosphere'. Mr. Garrison sat down at his desk and started to focus all his concentration on whatever work was on his computer. "Um, Mr. Garrison?" Someone asked. Kyle looked behind him and saw it was Red; she was sitting next to her partner, Cartman, who was staring at her. You could tell he was in love with her.

"What?" Mr. Garrison asked firmly.

"Uh, what are we supposed to do? We don't have any information and the only computer is being used by you." Red pointed out.

"Well, talk! I'm going to do this for the rest of the period." He said. Well, Kyle wasn't complaining.

He turned to Wendy, whose head was down, reading a book. Her hair was making it impossible to see her face. "Wendy?" Kyle asked. She pulled her hair behind her ear and looked up.

"Yes?" She responded.

"Are you going to Clyde's party tomorrow?" Kyle asked. He knew she was, well, at least that's what Stan said.

"Yea, why?" Wendy questioned.

"Oh, I was just wondering. Are you going with Stan, or just some friends?" He added. He really couldn't help it! He wanted to know if Stan would hang out with him and the other guys or choose Wendy.

"Um... Well, we never said we were going together, I was going to go with Bebe, Heidi and the others; I'll notify Stan about that. I don't want him to think we were going together and that he would have to leave his friends." Wendy exclaimed

Well, that's good! Right? "Oh, okay, that's cool. Um..." Kyle started. He wanted to make a conversation with her, but she went back to reading her book. "So... Do you still want me to go to your house on Sunday or would you rather come to mine? I have Windows 7 Professional." Kyle asked. The truth was that he didn't know what he was going to drink at that party and he didn't want to walk to someone's house with a hangover. Plus, Windows 7 Professional is fucking awesome.

Wendy looked up at him, "Oh, yeah, sure. Any time after one o'clock?" She asked. Kyle nodded. God, how awkward could this be? And why? Kyle knows he dislikes that Stan is all over her, but why is she acting uncomfortable? Wendy was already reading her book again. So, Kyle just laid his head down and got out his IPod and ear buds. The first song to come up was Coldplay's song, The Scientist.

Kyle felt someone tap his elbow and he looked up. Oh, it was Stan. Kyle's IPod must have gone through all the songs, because he was listening to The Scientist again. Weird, he fell asleep and woke up to the same song. Kyle looked around and all the other kids were gone. It's 2:30 already? Time flies when you sleep. He pulled out his ear buds and looked up at Stan, "Hey, dude." Kyle said as he was gathering some of his stuff up.

"Dude, you were sleeping the whole period." Stan pointed out, with a smile.

Kyle laughed. "Well, yeah! There was nothing to do. So, are you still coming to my place, or what?" Kyle asked.

Stan nodded. "Meet me out in the front; I'll be on a bench," Stan said, walking towards the door. Kyle's locker was far away from the front entrance of the school, while Stan's is fairly close. Lucky bastard.

Kyle's adventures to his locker really weren't that notable. On his way there he thought slightly about what movie they'd watch together. Kyle smile at the thought that Stan would be at his house to watch a movie instead of with Wendy. There was no harm in that, Kyle simply wanted Stan to himself every once and a while.

About 3 quarters of the way to his locker, he stops at that thought and whispers to himself, "What the fuck?"

A/N: That, my friend, took two months... XD

The next one wont! I promise! :) Every chapter will be up within 2 weeks! Minus a day every two new reviews? Why not! XP

I know it's a simple plot and not very creative... but I wanted to do something like that for my first fiction! That way when I do some awesome shitz, it will be written in an awesome way. Do you know what I am saying? :P

Cartman and Red? I know, it was a last minute couple idea... I have no idea if anything is going to be done with the-OH MY GOD! I JUST HAD AN IDEA! X) Those two being together will totally effect the story! Oh yeah!

Stan's chapter is next! He will finish off the last scene that I stopped and he'll do the party!

OH MY FUCKING GOD! GUESS WHAT? I bought this South Park binder from their account on Zaggle! It has all (Well, most... There are a few missing...) the students sitting in the 4th grade class room! In big letters on the front (above the kids) it says: South Park!

YAY! :D

I have to kinda feel sorry for Wendy, cause I know what is going trough her mind and you don't. XP Don't worry. There will be a Wendy Chapter... some day...

Oh, and I reply to every review! No matter what! :D Then I give you thanks on the next chapter because you are just that awesome! ;P

How will the party go? What was it that Kyle did at that one party, drunk? What's up with Wendy? Why is Cartman and Red so important? Bebe is good at science? Why doesn't anyone talk about what Kyle did at the party? WHY AM I ASKING THESE QUESTIONS?

Find out (maybe) next chapter! ;D