My first Stan/Kyle story! I hope you enjoy! Please review!

THE OBJECT OF DESIRE

Prologue

He was fifteen, and standing outside the richest house in the whole town. The boy had a ratty bag slung over his shoulder. It was half open and filled with two pairs of socks, underwear, and a pair of jeans.

Everything else had been lost. In the fire that had taken everything. His mom, dad and even Ike… Kyle Broflovski was all alone except for his best friend. Stan Marsh stood beside him. They stood out compared to the giant gray house.

Kyle ran his fingers through his fiery hair. It fell to his shoulders but lightly curled. His green eyes darted, taking in the surroundings. Kyle was tall, and very skinny, his skin was pale and incredibly smooth for someone who drank coffee and soda nonstop.

Stan, on the other hand, had shaggy, messy black hair, with bangs that fell over his right eye. He was a tad taller than Kyle, but more muscular. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned on one hip. "Kyle… Are you sure you're ready for this?" he asked, looking at Kyle with his big, worried blue eyes.

Kyle swallowed; it hurt. No. He wasn't ready to go live with someone he didn't know! Someone who wasn't his family. He felt tears in the corner of his eyes. Stan put a hand on his friends shoulder and smiled at him.

Kyle smiled back, his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink. He bit his nails tearing off some skin. He'd been staying with Stan for the last month since the fire…

He'd enjoyed his friends company, they talked about everything, that's what best friends do. But, he was never going to be able to move on if he stayed with Stan. He dropped his backpack into the snow and turned to Stan.

"I'm good. Stan, I really appreciate all that you've done for me. And, if I need anything, or you need anything, we always have school and weekends. I just need to move on though."

Stan felt a twinge in his heart. He sniffed lightly and nodded his head. Kyle leaned in and put his forehead to Stan's. "Are you going to loiter on my lawn all day or are you going to come inside?" came a nagging voice.

The two jumped and stared at the house. In the doorway was a lady about 40, with a tight bun of gray hair. She was shapely, and thin for someone her age, but short.

This was going to be home for Kyle till he turned eighteen… He sighed, patted his best friend on the back and made his way to the house. The lady greeted him happily, with a big cheesy smile and Kyle turned to smile at Stan before going inside.

Stan Marsh was alone, the sun was setting, Kyle was in his new home, and he had homework due in the morning. "Shit." he turned his back to the dreary house and made his way down the road to his own house.

GOD IT SUCKS! But It'll get better I PROMISEEEEEEEE! It has to go slow before it speeds up! Please review! And YES! This is SLASH meaning guy-on-guy fluffiness! So don't read it you don't like it!

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