GreedyEmo: My very first actual South Park Fic! Hoorah!

James: Red? You do know what time it is right?

GreedyEmo: 1:35?

Ryan: And you do know you have an exam tomorrow right... well, today actually?

GreedyEmo: Yeah... what's your point?

James: Dude, just last week you were sat in the corner having a panic attack over how you're gonna fail this Physics exam.

Jade: Guys? You do realise that you're having a pointless conversation while the fans are waiting to read the story right?

GreedyEmo: *rubs neck* hehe... sorry. Erm... read on...?

Just a quick bit of background info. Kyle and the other boys are about 14 here, so about 8th grade? I wanted to make them older so they'd understand more about sex and relationships but young enough to still have a sense of naivety. Also, Stan and Kyle (as well as anyother pairing I decide to throw in here) will be in, what I like to call, a "progressive relationship"; meaning that they won't just tell each other that they like each other and then suddenly decide to be all romantic and hand-holdy; this story is also about coming to terms with sexuality, emotional confusion, and just growing up in general, the things that I write in this fic are very real-life situations, which can, and most-likely, will happen, to you or someone you know.

Kyle nibbled on the fraying edge of his jumper sleeve, deep in thought. A quick glance up at the clock told him it was 2:45; school would be letting out soon. He turned his attention back to the board at the front of the classroom and wrote down notes on whatever the teacher was saying.

After seeing his straight-A grades, Principle Victoria reccommended that Kyle enter for a place at a private school on scholarship. His mother had, of course, jumped at the idea and Kyle soon found himself sitting with a bunch of straight-laced, over-acheiving, future businessmen and women of America. They weren't snobs and didn't care whether or not Kyle owned fancy cars like Token's family, or cleaned dishes for a living like Kenny's. These kids were here for one purpose; to use their brains and talent to succeed in everything they attempt, regardless of social background.

In that way, Kyle preferred Denver Academy, to his old middle school. Sure it meant that he had to get up extra early to catch the bus into Denver from his home back in South Park, but if it meant he was away from the fat piece of shit that was Eric Cartman, hell, he would walk to the fucking Sun and back.

Glancing back up at the clock he sighed. 2:50. Would school never end? He wasn't usually so agitated to get out of school, but it was Friday and he and Stan agreed to meet up at Stark's Pond. Between homework and being exhausted from the long journey each day, there wasn't much chance to catch up with him outside of texting him. That was one of the things that made these weekly meetings extra special; they would meet up, talk about how their week had been, then Stan would ask if Kyle made any knew friends yet, to which Kyle would reply,

"Why would I need new friends when I've already got my Super Best Friend?" Then they would both laugh about how corny it sounded before sitting and just hanging out until the sunset.

Kyle allowed a small smile to show on his face at the thought of being able to just goof of and not worry about anything, before being snapped out of his thoughts by the school bell. The children left without dismissal and as soon as Kyle left the classroom he had his phone out ready to text his best friend. He looked down at the screen and smiled again; it appeared Stan had beaten him to it. The smile only lasted a brief while however when Kyle read the message.

Can't make it today. Got a date with Wendy. See ya next week? -Stan

Kyle stared at his phone for a few minutes trying to find some cryptic message behind it that would suggest that it was a joke, or another text saying he was just kidding. He finally gave up in order to reply.

That's cool. Got a ton of homework anyway. -Kyle

This was a lie of course. The teachers at this school believed in actually giving student's a break over the weekend and therefore, didn't asign them any tasks. With a loud sigh, Kyle slipped the phone back in his pocket and set off for the bus stop, feelings of rejection poking at his heart.

GreedyEmo: Well, what did you guys think. I personally think it was kind of busy and I think I explained too much about the situation. I don't know, do you guys like the lack of dialogue or is it just dragging. Should it have been longer and included the next part or is that a good place to stop the chapter. Is it-

Jade: Will somebody shut him up before he re-writes the whole fucking thing.