I wrote this before November was even over and decided it was about time I shared it seeing it is the holiday season.
Disclaimer: I don't own South Park, this was made for enjoyment reasons, not to upset anyone. If I did own South Park there would be more Kyle =3
Description: The night was silent and the only sign of life was an underdressed redheaded boy with a blue and silver box, shifting through the snow.
Pairing: K2 Fluff
Thank you for reading!
The normally noisy, busy town of South Park was silent as few snowflakes drifted to the ground, joining the mounds that were covering life beneath it.
A thin boy, with a bright mass of red hair, hauling himself through the white powder, emitting no sounds, other than the occasional grunt, was the only sign of life.
In his arms was a medium sized box, delicately wrapped in shades of silver and blue that shone with the lights of the street lamps as he pasted under them.
His jeans were soaked from his travels, his arms frozen from wearing no coat.
He would have brought one but it was foolishly left downstairs, so he snuck out without it.
Regret had struck him the second the icy air hit him, but he was stubborn.
So, he continued forward, pretending the nipping wasn't bothering him.
It was though.
He couldn't feel his toes or fingers, and his legs were starting to go numb as well.
He had a mission, and wasn't planning on stopping without divine intervention, even if he lost a limb.
His foot caught on an invisible force, sending him flying to the frozen ground, box slipping from the grip of the redhead, toppling over.
He turned and laid on his back, feeling defeated.
White freckles in the clouded sky rocked down from the heavens, leaving the boy admiring the beauty before standing up with determination once more.
His box back in his hands, he went forward to where he originally set out.
After a grueling mile of travel he saw his destination, causing a quicker pace.
Reaching the beaten down house he adjusted the box so he could climb into the unlocked, frosted window.
Setting the shining wrapped present down next to a nightstand that had an array of items thrown around about it, he approached the bed where a sleeping person lay.
"Kyle?" A blonde boy lifted himself up, peering at the redhead, making sure that it really was who he believed it to be.
"Hi Kenny."
"Dude, you're fucking freezing!"
He lifted himself from the bed that appeared to have no sheets, peeling off the soaked shirt and pants from the gift bearer.
"Come on."
Both intertwined their limbs under the thick, itchy blanket, snuggling for the sake of the redhead.
"Kenny?" His breath was quick and shaky as he breathed out his companions name.
"Yeah Kyle?"
"Merry Christmas."
The blonde's lips met the warming forehead of the redheads.
"Happy Chanukah Kyle."
And once more, the night was silent as the snowflakes fell from the sky to the earth.