Me: Okay. So I'm doing something different. Where the prologue and epilogue are completely separate POV from each other and from the story. They'll both be 1st Person POV, but they'll be different people. The actual story will be 3rd Person POV... I might make it 3rd Person Omniscient POV for the fun of learning what each character is thinking. ;) Haha.

Beverly: Wait! You're actually doing a prologue and an epilogue to begin with? O.o

Me: Hurtful!

Beverly: LOL. Onto zeh storeh! :D

Prologue - Kenny's Point of View

Your love is my drug. Oh that song rings in my head everytime I see his face. His emerald pools for eyes. His flames of hair curling on the side of his face, licking it. His smile... his pout. Everything about him makes me go ape shit. I hate to say it, but I think I'm in love.

My name's Kenny McCormick. His name's Kyle Broflovski. We've been friends since since kindergarden... but he's always been bbest/b friends with Stan. That never bother me so much... until High School. Then... it bugged the HELL out of me. Stan and Wendy had a flaky relationship, and every time that Stan got hurt... Kyle was there to cheer his emo ass up.

I'd get so jealous. And at first, I didn't even know why. And then things started falling in to place. I never showed any emotion, though. I've learned it's better not to. But every time Stan was too busy with Wendy - which was nearly always - that's when Kyle and I hung out. I hated being alone with him sometimes. Especially when I was hungry... or horny.

My family's really poor and all my friends have known that (they also know I'm very perverted). I starve on a daily basis. Sometimes we'll have poptarts or pizza... but not all the time. I really wouldn't mind having poptarts everyday in my life. Honestly! At least it's food.

But every time I'm with Kyle... my stomach growls. I always blush when it growls. This isn't about my petty poorness and my starvation. It's the affect my poorness and starvation had on my relationship with Kyle. He'd bring me food or money (even when hanging out with Stan), and I'd blush at his kindness. My pride wouldn't let me accept, but my stomach told me to do so otherwise... so I'd always accept. And everytime I accept. I fell more insidiously in love with that red-haired, green-eyes Jewish boy.

They say there's such a thing as a love triangle... Well fuck the triangle, I'm in a fuckin love hexagon! Here's the map:

Me - Kyle - Stan - Wendy - Token - Craig - Me

Yeah... It's a love hexagon. If somebody liked Tweek and Butters it'd be a love octagon! Cuz Tweek likes Craig and Butters likes me... now that Cartman's fat ass finally moved.

Here's the thing though... I will never be with Craig or Butters. Why? Because I don't like guys. I may be okay with gays, but I don't like guys the way Kyle does. I only like Kyle. Other than that, I like big tits and big vaginas. Yeah, I'm a perv. But it's the truth. I'm not gay. I'm not bisexual. Shit, I'm not even straight. I guess I'm pansexual. I like what I like. 99% of the time, it's chick though.

Fuck! Why is Kyle so damn special? I've never felt like this before. Not even with all the girls I've fucked. It's weird. Damn that Jew boy. Why do I love that stupid boy? Stupid Kyle!

Me: And there you have it. A prologue.

Beverly: It's pretty crappy if you ask me.

Me: I did this in Math! D:

Beverly: You should be focusing on your Quadratic Formula sheet. LOL

Me: Hush you sophomore who is STILL in Algebra 1!

Beverly: Hurtful!