Growing Up
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Summary: A short story I wrote real quick. Just a reflection on growing up and having to leave people. I always wondered when the four characters would tire of each other.
Disclaimer: Don't own south park but I did meet the gods that did
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The clock was ticking four, and dusk was already approaching through the living room windows.
Kyle, who was slumped uncomfortably on the sofa, stared blankly at the buzzing TV screen. He couldn't help but feel slightly retarded.
Kenny, on the other hand, seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the program. He lay beside him with his leg propped up on his knee, a beer in one hand and a sandwich in the other.
"Dude." Kyle rolled his head "Can we change this shit?"
"No." he munched, "I like desperate housewives."
"Cmon Kenny, give me the remote." He extended his hand but Kenny pulled it to his chest.
"No dude." they're probably gonna take of their clothes in the next scene."
"No they won't. " Kenny just threw him the finger. Kyle, being the short tempered kid he was, certainly did react. He made a grab at the remote, but Kenny was too quick for him. He grinned as Kyle's face tinted to the color of his hair.
"KENNY! It's MY remote!"
"since when!" he yelled, enjoying the fuss, "this isn't even your house!" He leapt back as Kyle lunged forward again. Growing furious, Kyle grit his teeth and pulled Kenny's hoodie over his eyes, which caused Kenny, in his sudden blindness, to kick forward.
Kyle fell to the floor with a groan, clutching his stomach. "STAN" he yelled out weakly
"Huh? what?" Stan appeared in the living room with a dazed expression. his blue hat flopped over his messy black hair. "What's going on?"
Kenny blinked with blatant innocence. "I don't know dude, he just fell over when we were watching TV."
Kyle growled as Stan gave him a hand up. "He's being a dick." He spat at the boy whose eyes were glued back to the screen. Stan smiled goofily. "You need to chill out." He tugged on his sleeve. "come smoke some weed with me."
"No thanks." Kyle cocked a brow at his bleary eyed friend. He was high again, just like most consecutive days of the week. He seemed to be getting thinner, less motivated. It was all so unlike the sharp and athletically gifted Stan he knew so well. "We're suppose to be studying, remember?"
He blinked, completely at a loss. "Studying?".
The red hoodied boy snapped his head around. "Don't give him any of my weed Stan."
"Aw come on, look how uptight he is." he motioned to his Jewish friend whose fists were clenched in tight balls and a scowl was etched on his face. He had enough of waiting around for them to get their acts together just so he could pass a physics exam.
"I'm going home." He snapped, grabbing his coat off the sofa, but Stan made a last desperate attempt. "Aw come on dude." he slurred, pulling him into a hug. Except it wasn't really an embrace, he just seemed to fall on top of him clumsily and Kyle was the support.
Kenny threw a bitter look. "Let him go."
The door slammed behind Kyle. Sharp air hit and froze him over completely. Huddling into his orange parka he walked briskly through the snowy landscape that was Colorado, wondering why the hell he was still hanging out with his friends.
