Like Father, Like Son 1/3?
Author: White Destiny
Disclaimer: I don't own South Park, the lovely Trey Parker, Matt Stone, and others do. Damn.
Warnings: Stan/Kyle Slash, Sap, Poor Attempt Humor
Author's Notes: This was meant to be a one-shot but I split it up because I'm gay. :P Oh yeah, this is my first South Park fic. :D
Stan Marsh, like his father before him, was voted MVP of the quiet, little, mountain town of South Park. Breaking even his own father's high school records in track and field, baseball, and football just as a sophomore, Stan carried on his father's legacy and became the most popular star athlete South Park had ever seen. Now as a high school senior, he rarely broke any of the records he had set throughout the seasons; he wasn't getting any worse, he just wasn't getting any better. Despite this disappointing trend, no one could touch Stan's ability--not even with a thirty-foot pole--and sometimes, this got a little to his head. Oh, by no means was Stan an egotistical bastard, he only resembled one from time to time.
Like his father, he cared about what his peers thought of him. He made sure his straight, shiny black hair hung in front of his face in the right places, achieving a look of natural spontaneity each morning. He made sure he wore the right clothes for the right events: sexy for school, sexy for parties, sexy for funerals, and sexy for honeys. He even made sure to act indifferently to girls, driving them to near insanity for want of his body. He didn't know when he started to care about all these trivial things in life, but it didn't really matter to Stan because he was the man all the girls wanted, he was the man all the guys wanted to be; he was the perfect man from the little town of South Park.
Though there was a slight problem in Stan's life: he wanted to bang his best friend of thirteen years. It didn't help that his best friend happened to be a boy or that his best friend was a Jew . . . or that his best friend was the son of the "biggest bitch in the whole wide world"; he already knew God and Jesus had it out for him from the start. However, knowing that still didn't make the situation any better.
In fact, it kind of made it worse.
To be continued . . .
Yeah, it's short; altogether, it will probably only be 1,500 words. Maybe. Anyway, thank you for reading! Please tell me any mistakes I made, how I can improve, anything you want. I would really appreciate that:D Once again, thank you.