Okay, I haven't submitted anything for South Park before. Bear with me, here, cause it's probably going to be a bumpy, crappy ride. On another note, I've never done something from someone's POV rather than plain old third person, so I dunno how well it'll flow. Please just read, enjoy, and comment on how I can make it better. I don't know how long it'll be, but here's the... uh, prologue. -Smile face-
Monday.
"Hey Kenny." He says, not even really looking over. His hands are shoved in his coat pockets again, his hat pulled low over his forehead. It doesn't help conceal his wild hair though; some still manages to stick out here and there. I grumble a reply, taking note that Stan isn't at the bus stop yet.
"Where's your boyfriend?" Now it's Kyle's turn to grunt, as annoyed as I was by the listless greeting. I take another drag on my cheap cigarette and sigh as I exhale, watching the cloud of smoke rise and dissipate into the frigid morning air. Even if I hadn't been smoking, my breath still would have made a cloud. Part of being alive, and of course, I appreciate that state of being more than your average sixteen year old.
"We aren't LIKE that, Kenny. Stan has a girlfriend." He answers too quickly, and part of his wording is evasive. I wonder if even he notices it sometimes.
"You don't."
"...I'm in between crushes at the moment."
This perks my interest. "Oh really?"
"Yes really. You know, you shouldn't smoke at all, dude, let alone here. You're underage; people will see. Plus knowing you, you'll get lung cancer and die."
"Would it matter?"
Clearly, it could not. Kyle doesn't even bother to answer me; he's spotted Stan, who is jogging up, red faced. I glance over just in time to see him light up like a Christmas tree. Not a fag, my ass, I think. It doesn't make anything any better.
The others join us, stepping into their usual positions and bickering like they do every day. I note, without much interest, that Butters has done Cartman's math homework for him again as he hands it over with a blush and a smile.
Not much has changed in our little group over the last seven years. Well, our number went from four to five permanently, somewhere in seventh grade, it was inevitable that we'd cut Butters a break sooner or later. Besides, he makes a nice balance to the giant, walking asshole that is Cartman.
We dress a little differently, sure, and well, once we're at school we all go our separate ways. Kyle to his AP classes, Stan to all the sports stuff. Butters at least, joins me in Home Ec. I swear to god, I'm never getting near a belt sander on purpose again. Besides, I still like how easy it is to hit on chicks in those girl classes. Or I did, until recently. The last few weeks, I've been leaning in more... academic directions.
After all, I've got to find something I can have in common with him that Stan never will.
I don't know when it started to happen, exactly. One day I'm my normal, trash-talking, perverted self. The next, I'm stuttering and falling over myself, trying not to look stupid at times when shit like that never mattered before. I'm jealous, impatient, more self-conscious than anyone ever thought I could be. It's like I've turned into Butters. A pouty, touchy-feely Butters who would give anything to be a Stan instead.
Because I am in love with Kyle Broflovski.