Smoking Matters // Style South Park

Intro 4; Unpleasant smell.

Stan's POV:

I've recently noticed something. Kyle is starting to smell like cigarettes. The past few days he has been hanging out with Kenny, somehow ignoring me now. He's definitely mad at me... And i kinda realized why. I've been so addicted to Wendy that i stopped seeing everyone besides her. And Kyle?.. It all seems so off. He wouldn't ever touch a cigarette. But looks like he did anyways. He looks so wasted, eye bags formed under his eyes.. his hair is way more messy, his eyes are beginning to get bloodshot.. What's up with him? Did he get addicted..? Because of.. Kenny? It seems like it. He started skipping lessons, and it's all worrying me.

I used to always feel so warm around him, way more comfortable than around Wendy. I think i started to realize my true feelings.. And i might be bisexual. My own thoughts made me watch Kyle and his behavior, as he is really worrying me. I even started to lose my feelings for Wendy, she is getting a little mad at me for only watching Kyle. While Kyle doesn't even bother to talk to me.

I sighed, walking through the school hallways. I found Wendy, and immediately approached her. I've made up my mind. It has come to an end.

"Hey, Wendy.."

I approached her, with a bit of disappointment inside me. She looked at me, i dragged her outside her friend group to a less crowded place.

"What is it?"

She asked, surprised.

"Wendy- i think we need to.."

"Break up?"

She finished. I nodded and could already see the disappointment and sadness in her eyes. She sighed, leaning against the wall.

"Is it Kyle?"

She guessed.

"How did you-.."

"You can't stop talking about him. You're over worrying about him instead of letting him be."

"But-"

"I've seen how you looked at him when he didn't ignore you. I felt like I'm something to distract you from him."

Wendy didn't even let me finish. I didn't want to say it anymore, i just frowned and walked away. She didn't even bother to stop me.

I almost immediately ran to search for Kyle, and it wasn't too hard. He was leaning against the wall and talking with Kenny, they chuckled at each other's jokes.

I didn't say anything, i just grabbed Kyle's arm and dragged him away from Kenny, surprising him. I smiled at him, before coughing as the unpleasant smell of cigarettes filled my lungs. I kept a crappy smile on my face as Kyle looked at me, annoyed.

"What?"

He asked, he visibly wasn't happy as he had to talk to me.

"I-.."

Was all i could say. I felt so uncomfortable with the way he looked at me, his smell and other things about him. He changed.. So much.

"Stop wasting my time."

He grumbled to me. I felt more scared as he didn't even leave and kept standing in front of me, waiting for me to say something.

"I.. Broke up with Wendy."

"For what? Why are you even telling me that?"

"For.. Someone."

'For someone' For Kyle, actually. i just didn't want to tell him. He didn't look convinced and just raised an eyebrow at me. I didn't answer his second question. He looked as if he hated me, but i just couldn't stop liking him, ..loving him.

Even if he turned himself into a piece of crap.

He didn't answer, he just turned around and walked away. I saw him approaching Kenny again. I was disappointed, i broke up with Wendy just for him and what? He didn't even care now. I fucked up so badly, i thought.

Kyle's POV:

We were out with Kenny, smoking again. He was right, i got used to it. I even started enjoying it.. A little too much. We became good friends, and he was better than Stan. He didn't have any bitches who would distract him from me. Through the years, he turned into an introvert. He didn't really spend time with anyone.. Unless it was me.

We were quiet now, neither of us even trying to say a word. I was busy thinking of Stan. Who would he break up for? Even if it's me, i don't care. It's too late. But i guess that it was some other bitch as i saw him talking to some tall blondie later. I have no clue who she was, as i barely even know people here. This place is a complete mess. The wind was hitting our faces as we kept smoking, but i didn't mind it. I glanced at Kenny, quietly smoking his cigarette.