Hello guys, this is my first fanfiction and I decided to just write something on the fly. It's more of an adventure story however it gets tragic as it progresses. Kyle and Cartman will be the main shipping on here. I'm not quite sure what to add, but let's just start the story then with some ole' good Kyle POV.
My eyes slowly opened to the sound of thunder reverberating across my room. I try to ignore the sound however after a few minutes, I get up and walk across my rather large bedroom and switch off the alarm.
I yawn and head to the bathroom to take a shower and ultimately get ready for the long day ahead of me.
After finishing my breakfast, I head towards my hallway. There's a mirror stuck to the wall; I installed it so I can look at myself before I leave for work. I have to look presentable being a lawyer and all. I wore a blue shirt with a red tie spotted with little white dots. I didn't want to wear a full suit as it tends to get uncomfortable after a while. I recently conditioned my large afro and also went to the hairdressers to bring it down a bit, ultimately giving me a short curls. I liked the way I looked. It gave me a girlish tomboy look, which a lot of guys seemed to appreciate; I also knew it made me look cute.
I sigh inwardly as I make my way out my door. I lock my flat with my keys and call for the elevator. I lived in a pretty cool apartment in Denver, save for the neighbors sometimes arguing with their family everything else was pretty chill. Sometimes I do get lonely as I'm the only one living there, I've always wanted someone to share a room with, split rent with, someone to hang out with, play games. I only have a few friends as I liked to keep to myself and all of them are involved with someone else, I don't try to bother any of them so I mostly spend my time alone.
After walking for about 15 minutes, I reach my workplace. An established law firm which deals with business and financial issues. The pay is pretty good and I'm pretty sure I earn a lot higher than the average person, probably more than my old friends…
I automatically think about my old friends, about how Stan wanted to go be a Marine Biologists, how Kenny wanted to be an investigator for the FBI or CIA, How Cartman…
My heart begins to beat a little faster, not because I was scared but because of how I ended things with Cartman. I don't even know where we he is, or what he's doing right now. I guess that goes the same for Stan and Kenny, but with Cartman, after High School, he simply disappeared. I don't know why I expected any him to contact me or anything but after what I did, I wouldn't be surprised.
My train of thought was broken when my boss casually walked In front of me. He held opened the door to the front of the office and gestured for me to walk in. I thanked him and entered the office and prepared for a long day.
"Okay, it's nearly closing time guys, but before we close I just want to make a quick announcement" my boss, Mr. Gordon excitedly said as he stood in the middle of the room.
"I can't say much but we will soon be working with Morgan Stanley regarding the IPO for an impressive tech company in Silicon Valley.
It took a lot of effort to get this contract with them, and I just want to say that over the next few weeks we will be picking a few of our most impressive lawyers to go personally work with them.
This is a big moment for us because it will completely change the way our company is perceived but also this contract if it fully goes through will put us in the top 50 for largest firms in the United States by revenue and profits.
As you already know, our profits have been dwindling lately so this would be a great boost for the company.
I just wanted to share the good news with you guys and again thank you for everything that you've done for the firm." He ended, it seemed liked he was going to say something else but he was quickly drowned out by the sound of all of our hands clapping.
After that was done, I exited the building and proceeded to walk home. I was kind of excited, I was one of the top lawyers at this firm based on my track record and also Morgan Stanley is one of the largest investment firms in the world, this could perhaps pave a way for me to actually end up working there.
I should have been concentrating on where I was walking because I didn't realize that I bumped into a wall. I jerk my head back and look back up and realized to see that I didn't bump into a wall, but a guy. He had a chiseled jaw, his dark skin was a bit radiant, reminded me a bit of Nichole from South Park. I noticed heat rise to my face as my eyes wandered towards his chest.
"Sorry about that"
I instantly look back up and tell him it's okay. I then quickly sidestepped and started walking away, my face blushing so hard I may as well have had a red balloon for a head.
I noticed I liked boys when sometime towards the end of my highschool I fell for one of my friends; Stanley Marsh. After working up the courage to tell him how I felt, I was met with rejection. He was a bit freaked out at first, but after a few days he told me he still wanted me as a friend. I didn't have the heart to speak to him after that as I knew he wouldn't like me the same way I liked him
After him, I started having a few flings with some guys and occasionally a one night stand. It always felt good when in the moment however later in the morning my heart is filled with regret as I look at the people I've been sleeping with. They usually look so good when I'm drunk off my ass but after the alcohol wears off, my heart is just filled with disgust.
I unlock the door to my house and begin to undress. When I was done to my shirt and boxers, I walked through the hallway to the kitchen to go eat some left over food from yesterday. After microwaving my food, I head to the living room to watch some television whilst I eat.
After watching some tearing up at a particular scene in Perks of being a Wallflower, the table begins to generate a loud vibrating sound. My hand reaches towards my phone and I noticed that I had a message request from Facebook.
I opened it and to my surprise it was Kenny. He was sending me a link to an event going on in South Park. It was our high school reunion. I didn't know what to say, so I just I stared at it for a while, until my phone pinged again.
"You going to go Kyle?"
"I'm not so sure.." I reply
"Come on Kyle, we haven't seen each other in years! Are you too big and busy for us?" he replied
"No it's not that, I just don't see any point in going" I reply back
"Dude, stop being a bitch and just come along, it's going to be fun Stan and Cartman are going to be there, it'll just be like old times" he replied again.
My heart stopped for a second. Oh fuck. Stan is going to be there, I don't think I can see him again. Cartman too, the way I ended things with Cartman… I wouldn't be surprised if he punched me when he saw me. I was going to tell Kenny that I wasn't going to be able to attend until my phone buzzed.
It was a call from… Mom. I instantly answer.
"Hello Mom"
"Bubbe, how are you?"
"I'm fine mom, and you?"
"I'm doing fine Kyle and so is your father. I heard that there was a high school reunion coming up, will you be attending" She asked
"No mom, I won't be" I answered.
"Bubbe, we really miss you and it's been a while since you've visited… At least come over to visit your family Kyle" she said with an oddly scary tone of voice
"Uhh…."
"Kyle Broflovski you will come to see your family, and I won't be taking no for an answer" she stated as a matter a fact.
"I was just joking mom, of course. I'll see you next week."
After talking about trivial things, I end the call. I sigh again and proceeded to wash my plates and head to bed.
Just as I was about to sleep, my phone buzzed again. I opened it and saw a message from Kenny.
"Dude! Are you coming or not?"
I slowly blink my eyes and type
"Yeah, dude. I will." I switch off my phone and rest my eyes, letting darkness engulf me as I fall asleep.
Kyle is going to his High School reunion. What happens when he meets Stan, What happens when he meets Cartman? Find out on the next episode of Dragonball Z... Okay I'm just joking. Tell me what you think.