Merry Christmas everyone! :)
"Merry Christmas everyone!" Clyde exclaims, rising up a glass of eggnog and cheered riotously. He was being an idiot from acting all snotty just because his parents allow him having a party. I hate it when acts like that.
As soon he climbs down off the studio table everybody started to dance when Terrence turns on the music into a loud volume. It was so loud that I decided to leave the dining room and went outside, taking out my cigarettes from my coat pocket. I have no idea why I did come to Clyde party at the first place and I don't even like intending parties. Well, I used to like intending all kind of parties when I was little; now that I'm older and smarter I don't like doing it anymore.
"I need a good smoke to calm my nerves." I quietly mutter to myself, fishing out a miniature lighter from my coat pocket. Smoking on a cigarette will always refresh my mind. And I know it's bad for you and shit, but I don't give a fuck if it does contaminate my health. It's my goddamn body.
"You will have cancer if you keep on smoking on that stick." A voice called out behind me. It was voice that sounded so similar and I know who it was-Kyle Broflovski.
My heart beat by a mile from hearing his voice. I turned around, scoffing angrily. "What are you doing here, Jew? Aren't you supposed to have fun and sucking face with your Hippie boyfriend?" I sternly snarls at the Jew while lighten up my cigarette. Why must he have to ruin my moment every time I smoke? He must have magical Jew senses that advise him to stalk me. Goddamn I hate that Jew.
"Well, it was too crowded back there and I want to get away. It's that too much to ask for, fatass?" he told me, walking up towards the porch and sitting down beside me. I rolled my eyes and took a puff. I guess he was tired from hearing that crappy music, too. I couldn't agree more. He's so pretty when he wiped off snowflakes on his coat shoulder which was making me laugh from looking at his appearance.
All I want for Christmas is Kyle Broflovski.