I shouldn't like him. I shouldn't. He's my best friend, I shouldn't think of him any way other than that. But, I just couldn't help myself. The thoughts I have about him are driving me insane. They're disgusting and wrong, and I can't help it. I didn't choose to be like this. It just happened and I don't want it, but I have to deal with it. It's just that... His smile, just makes my heart burst, his blue eyes, always reminding me of the sky on a cloudless day, his dark, ebony hair reminds me of the nighttime sky, with the stars and all their beauties to look at. He just overall gives my stomach butterflies, and gives my pale cheeks a crimson flush. He drove me insane. I hid them though, my feelings. I hid them from everyone, but me. I hid them from our small group of friends, the acquaintances no one worries about; and lastly, him. I hid them from him, Stanley Marsh. My best friend. My best friend with a bitchy girlfriend. My best friend who is most definitely straight. It would be a dream if him and I were to happen. But dreams are dreams and wishes are wishes, but they don't normally come true. So here I was, Kyle Broflovski, stuck in this mess I was bound to never get out of... Hi! It's the writer here. This is the first story I've written on this account. My friends enjoy it, so I hope you will too. This story will involve some very heavy subjects, such as cutting and depression, perhaps a bit of drinking here and there. So if that affects you in anyway, you don't have to read. this book also has the use of strong language, so beware of that. NONE OF THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO ME. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO TREY PARKER AND MATT STONE. THANK YOU.

"Wendy. Eric." After saying their names, Principle Victoria looked to both teens respectably. "I hope you understand what I'm trusting you with." "Yes Principle Victoria. 'Operation: Style' is a go!" Wendy exclaimed, probably too excited for the given task. "Dude.. gay." Cartman's nose scrunched up just thinking of his 'friends' jerking each other off, but he couldn't deny he wasn't interested. Together, the two left the office, ready to start the planing of 'Operation: Style'. BONUS - Operation: Candy

Just a freakin oneshot lol. Kyle is upset and Stan doesn't know why.

Wendy hasn't been treating Stan very well lately, but a certain redhead has his eye on him! Warning: Yaoi or boyxboy

Stan marsh is still dealing with his parents divorce but he isn't taking it well.. he has to leave town and all of his friends... after several weeks of having no friends in his new town stan falls into depression... it's up to Kyle to help get him back to the town of South Park Yes this is a stanXkyle fanfic just wait XD Anyway enjoy

Hanahaki Disease is a disease in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. • "I'm going to die Kenny, I can't stop loving him! I tried.." "No. You're not going to die. I have a plan." •

Stan was a drunk. What can he say? It soothed the pain of being lonely all the damned time, And the rejection. He gets lost in his fantasies of his dream boy, and he appears. The dream boy so happens to be his best friend.

Stan and Kyle were always Super Best Friends. What happens when one of them begins to feel something they've never felt? Someone's in the way though. They don't let him come close to his friend anymore. They claimed him, but will the feeling overthrow them? Will Stan and Kyle end up together? They hope so...

Stan Marsh developed depression after his experience on his 10th birthday. He lost his friends and family but, he has one last hope... His reflection. WARNING: Contains Boy X Boy, Swearing and Adult Themes. I don't own South Park or anything from it. Please Enjoy. ~V.U.