Okay so this is my first chaptered fic ever. I haven't written anything for a while so I'm still getting used to it. Please review and tell me anything that I can work on. I thrive on constructive criticism. Anyways, I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own South Park, Matt and Trey do.

"Kyle! Wait up!" I yell out as I sprint towards him. I'm not very athletic, so I have to stop and take a breather every now and then.

"Dude, you're so damn slow, it's not even funny." I laughed at hearing his lame attempt at insulting me.

Kyle and I have become very close ever since Stan ran off to New York for a baseball summer course with the Mets. To tell the truth, I'm kind of relieved he's gone. I mean, I like him and all but…

"Hey!" I suddenly snap back to reality as I hear Kyle rudely interrupt my train of thought.

"What?"

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Just thinking. So, did you ask me something?"

"You seem to be doing that a lot lately. That's a surprise," he said, and sort of chuckled at this when he said it. "Anyways. I was just wondering what you were doing tonight."

"Well, I think I'm just going to stay home all night and cry because of what you said. I'm sincerely hurt." I smile at this and fake a tear or two.

"Okay then, I guess I'll just have to sit home all by myself with pizza and movies. All by myself."

"Alright. I guess I can delay my self-pity fest. I'm only going because you owe me for that painstaking comment." I smile and try to hold down my laughter as I'm saying this.

"Good. It'll be worth it." He gave me this weird smile after. It's unlike one I've ever seen before. I think I should be creeped out but it actually comforts me. As we keep walking. I just think about that smile, and just thinking about it makes me smile.

"Are you thinking about naked chicks again?" he says with a smirk. I guess Kyle saw my smile, so I just go along with it.

"Uh, yeah, sure." I just shake it away and think nothing of it as we keep walking.

"Okay, this is my stop." I think I might know that by now. "Bye Kenny! See you later."

I wave goodbye to him, and I don't really say anything back, which is normal for me. I shove my hands into my pockets and walk towards my house. I keep thinking about his smile. I love that boy's smile. It's just so perfect and straight, but I should really stop thinking about him. He's just my friend. Nothing more.

I had really hoped that my father wasn't home. He had become more of a drunken bastard than he was in previous years. I've thought about running away before. Every time I do though, I just think of my younger sister. Nobody would take care of her if I left.

As I neared my house, I felt like an anvil of anger and sadness fell right onto my chest. The bastard was home. The car was parked on the lawn with the driver's door open. This means that he has been drinking again.

I walked to the front door, stopped, braced myself and casually walked in. My father was standing in front of the fridge with the door wide open.

"Where have you been, boy?" He yelled at me over the loud hum of the refrigerator. He was surprisingly understandable when he was drunk and angry. Or maybe I'm just fluent in drunk language, probably the latter.

"None of your fucking business," I muttered this to myself more than to him.

"What did you say boy?" I was already on my way to my room by the time he said this, so I just ignored him and slammed the door in his face.

I figured I should try to get some sleep before I go to Kyle's house. I don't want to fall asleep while watching movies. I haven't been sleeping much the past few days, so I deserve it. I figure I can get at least three hours in before I go to Kyle's.

It's been almost an hour now since I've been lying here. I can't fucking sleep over the sound of my parents arguing. They always argue now. They may as well get a fucking divorce and get it over with. I just decided to get up and go play video games, which is about as productive as laying here not sleeping.

"Your father says you were late today. Where the hell were you?" She's been drinking too.

"It's none of your fucking business! And why would you care anyway?" I've had enough of them prying into my personal business, especially when they're drunk like this.

"Watch your fucking language! I will not tolerate that in my household." She is such a hypocrite.

"Whatever. I'm leaving." I'm not really in the mood to fight.

"Get your ass back here!" My father lunges toward me and grabs me by the shoulder, pulling me back into the kitchen.

"Get off of me!" I start flailing around trying to hit him. Surprisingly, I feel my hand connect with his nose. Big mistake.

He let go off me and took a few steps backwards. Blood was pouring out of his nose. I should have ran, but my legs were frozen. I just stood there and stared at him, shocked at myself. He looked up back at me and lunged towards me again, hitting me square in the jaw. My mother got him off me after a few punches. He bust open my lip, and my nose was bleeding. Just a scratch.

I decided that now was a good time to leave for Kyle's. I mean, it is only five, but I don't think he'll mind me coming over now. I didn't even bother washing myself up, I wanted to get out of the house as soon as I could.

It's been five days since school got out and already I was pissed at my parents. I'm really glad that I'm going to Kyle's house. During the past five years since fourth grade, I have been feeling more attracted to Kyle. This summer I was finally going to do something about it. I wanted to find out how he felt about me. Damn this crazy thing called love.

I was staring down at my feet, not really watching where I was going. I think I might have passed Kyle's house because when I finally looked up, I was in a completely different neighbourhood. I glanced down at my watch, and it said six. Shit, how did that happen? I started retracing my steps. It was kind of hard for me to do, since I wasn't paying attention to where I was going before.

"Kenny!" I glance around me. All I can see is a car parked ahead of me.

"Stan?"

"Where are you headed to?"

"I thought you were gone for the summer."

"Well I was. Turns out they cancelled the workshop at the last minute. I wanted to get home right away to see my best friends," he had with a big smile on his face. "Where are you headed to? And what the hell happened to you!?" He just noticed the blood on my face.

"Well I kind of got lost on my way to Kyle's house. And it's nothing." I wiped the blood off my face with my sleeve, regretting that I didn't clean myself up before I left.

"Hm, well I was just heading over to Kyle's to tell him I'm here. I can take you with me if you want." I can tell he didn't believe me about it being nothing. He never does.

"Sure."

He kept talking the whole ride to Kyle's house about some chick named Tracy. I really didn't give a shit about his new friend.

"We're here. I'll pick you up around ten, okay, Stan?" Sharon said, helping me zone back in from my own thoughts.

"Okay. Thanks for the ride, mom."

"Yeah, thanks for the ride Mrs. Marsh."

"That's quite alright. See you two later then."

We walked up to Kyle's door and rang the doorbell. It was only six thirty. Kyle opened the door with a big smile, such a cute smile…

"Stan, you're back!" Kyle embraced Stan. Damn Stan.

"I sure am! They cancelled the workshop at the last minute, and I wanted to get home as soon as possible."

"Well, come in! I really missed you. I have pizza, video games, and movies. So we're good for the night. Tell me about the trip!"

"Well there's not much to tell but…" I zoned out again at this point. I've already somewhat heard what he said. I didn't care before and I don't care now.

An hour has passed since we've arrived, and so far, Kyle has been talking to Stan the whole time. I'm the third one out. Again. This is just perfect. This summer was supposed to be about Kyle and I, no Stan. Bastard...