Hiya guys! Because I have very little to do I have started another story!
I hope you enjoy it, it will get soooo much better I promise.
This story contains lots and lots of boy love; K2, KyleXCraig, KyleXToken, Bunny, Creek, TokenXClyde and (at the end) Style!
Unfortunately it also contains: StanXWendy and CartmanXBebe.
Enjoy! R&R coz you love me xxxx
Kyle:
The air was thick and humid in the tiny bathroom of the Broflovski household, the slightly dirty bathwater had just finished draining away and the single occupant of the room was humming softly to himself in nothing but the skin he was born in.
Kyle had turned sixteen two months before but still felt like he was thirteen, he had very little opinion of his body, only vaguely noticing the changed that went on.
In reality Kyle was a very handsome teen, having several secret admirers within the school; after years of battling with his mass of frizzy red hair Kyle had invested in some de-frizzer, finally calming his hair into soft, bouncy curls that was much more manageable.
The red head was the shortest in his class, even Butters was taller, and he was also one of the skinniest but not unhealthily, just from limited diet thanks to his dietbeaties.
Kyle took little interest in what he looked like when he left the house, normally just a shirt with a sweater thrown over the top, black trousers and snow boots, more often than not his reading glasses perched in his curls and a thick book clutched to his chest.
Sighing deeply the red head wiped away the condensation from the fancy bathroom mirror so he could see himself; the artificial light was unkind to Kyle's young face, making him look more tired than he was but his big green eyes were the highlight of his face, framed with thick black eyelashes.
Kyle's tamed curls were damp, hanging lower around his face than normal, lazily sweeping them away he brushed his teeth, his mind wandering absent-mindedly here and there, from his Hebrew classes to what homework was sitting on his desk.
Bending over the sink Kyle finished cleaning his teeth, then he heard the door open; years ago his mother, Sheila Broflovski, had taken away the lock on the bathroom door, since Ike, and his father Gerald, wet themselves on more than one occasion while someone else was in the bathroom.
"what do ya have against towels?" Ike's voice filled the small room.
The thick heat vanished quickly from the room, sending goosebumps all over Kyle's pale body, but he still didn't move to cover himself from his younger brother.
"what do you want Ike?" Kyle asked angrily, he rarely got any time to himself.
Ike was now ten, his black hair was wild with hair gel, his small Canadian eyes looked at every with intent curiosity.
Ike's bottom lip jutted out, "i gotta pee." he mumbled, looking a little bit embarrassed.
Kyle rolled his green eyes, placing his toothbrush back in its holder, "it's all yours." he hummed, ruffling his little brother's hair as he walked out into the hallway.
Quickly rushing into his room, before his mother found him in the hallway in the buff, Kyle slammed the door but didn't turn on the main light and flung himself into his desk chair.
Flicking on the desk light the red head checked over the books laying on the desk, picking up his pen he began to think, mulling over the questions presented in front of him.