This story has no correlation with any of my previous ones. Kenny&Kyle as usual. This is more or less a "test story" to see how this writing style works out. The PoV is not consistent, I might "hang on" to a character just to add to the story-telling. However, most of it is from Kenny's PoV. Note: You might consider some of the parts here "disgusting". Read at your own risk. You have been warned.
FIVE YEARS AGO
Stan: Come on, Kenny, let's go!
Kenny: I'll be right there!
As Kenny put on his usual bright orange parka, he also prepared himself mentally for the challenges of a new day.
The challenges he had to face every day were different from other boys' his age. It wasn't just another day of going to school and hoping he didn't die of boredom. It wasn't just another day of pulling pranks and avoid getting grounded. It was another day of avoiding death. And another day around... him. Another day of denying how he felt about him, of denying who he really was to himself, to his friends and to the most important person in the world to him.
Carol: Kenny, don't you want some waffles?
Kenny: Sure. Thanks, mom.
"At least I can still count on her for this, even if she doesn't care much about me..." thought Kenny as he took the warm waffle from his mother's hands and took a bite out of it.
Kyle: Finally! What took you so long?
Kenny: I... uh... I was just... getting dressed.
Kenny could barely speak around Kyle nowadays. It was hard for him to focus on anything other than his dark emerald green eyes and his curly red hair. Thankfully, his hood always muffled his voice and hid his face so much almost nobody noticed.
Eric: Well? Are you just gonna stand there checking out your boyfriend or can we leave already?
Kenny: Fuck off, fatass.
Unfortunately, Cartman, despite all his flaws, noticed everything. He knew Kenny liked Kyle, but he never did much about it other than a snide remark every once in a while.
Stan: Come on guys, let's go! Mr. Garrison is gonna be pissed if we're late again.
Eric: Shut up, Stan, you sound like my mom!
Kyle: Dude, you were the one telling us to leave just a minute ago!
Eric: Fuck you, Jew boy.
As Kyle and Cartman argued, the group moved slowly towards the school. Kenny knew what that meant. His seat was next to Kyle's, and it just made his stomach feel worse. Usually he'd take something to get him high enough to forget about it, but ever since he had blown up a wall after getting too high, the staff had him searched every day, and nobody wanted to risk getting in trouble for him.
Grounds-keeper: Come on kid, you know the drill.
Kenny: Yeah, yeah... You guys go on ahead, I'll meet you when I'm done here.
Stan: Sure.
"At least without Kyle around I can relax a bit."
Grounds-keeper: Alright, everything is in order. You're Kenny, right? Mackey wants to see you in his office.
Kenny: Why?
Grounds-keeper: I don't know. Why don't you go ask him?
Kenny: Fine...
"What does Mr. Mackey want with me? I haven't done anything wrong..."
Kenny: Listen, guys, I gotta go... do something. I'm gonna be a little late for class.
Eric: Well, I knew it. First time you've gotten to school on time and you're still gonna be late.
"Fuck you, Cartman."
Stan: What do you think that was all about?
Eric: Who cares?
Kyle: I hope it's nothing serious...
Eric: Look at the Jew. Worried about your boyfriend, are you?
Stan: Dude, enough. Let's just get inside before Mr. Garrison shows up and makes us go to detention or something.
While walking towards Mr. Mackey's office, Kenny bumped into Mr. Garrison, who was very surprised to see him.
Herbert: Kenny? What made you get up so early today?
"Kyle went to my house to pick me up."
Kenny: Oh, I just... went to bed earlier than usual...
Herbert: Well, where are you going? The classroom is the other way.
Kenny: Mr. Mackey wants to talk to me in his office.
Herbert: Oh, I see. Well, don't take too long.
Kenny slowly opened the door to Mr. Mackey's office whilst taking a deep breath to calm himself down.
Mackey: Ah, Kenny, take a seat there, m'kay?
Kenny: Sure.
Mackey: You're probably wondering why I called you here.
"No shit."
Mackey: I know why you've been having more fights at school than usual, why you arrive late every day and why you can barely focus in class.
Kenny: And why do you think that is?
Mackey: Kenny, I know you like Kyle.
"The fuck?"
Kenny: What?
Mackey: It wasn't that hard to figure out. You haven't been hanging around girls anymore, and every time Kyle's around you it's like your face is a red traffic light.
"Is it really that obvious?" thought Kenny as he pulled on the strings of his hood, hiding his face.
Mackey: I know you're always trying to hide under your hood, but you don't have to, m'kay? You should tell him how you feel, m'kay?
Kenny took off his hood as a sign of trust, which made Mr. Mackey smile a bit.
Kenny: I tried telling him before, but I always get too embarrassed and tell him something else entirely...
Mackey: Well, the best way is not to think about it, m'kay? Just say what you want to.
When Mr. Mackey finished his sentence, time itself appeared to stand still for Kenny. He could feel his heart race in his chest with anticipation, his hands were shaking and he felt like he was being cooked inside his own parka.
Mackey: Wait here, m'kay? I'll call Kyle and then I'll leave you two alone.
Kenny: ...Do you really think that's the best thing to do?
Mr. Mackey's expression changed, as if he was scared of the answer to that question, but he made his best poker face and replied.
Mackey: Yes. I'm sure of it.
As Mr. Mackey left the room, Kenny was left wondering how exactly he'd tell Kyle about his true feelings. Should he just blurt it out thoughtlessly or should he say something ambiguous enough that he could later deny its true meaning if things didn't go well?
"Mr. Mackey knows this stuff. He's a counselor, after all. If he's sure it will go well, I should trust him and just say it."
Yvonne: Mackey! I saw that Kenny kid in your office. What did he do this time?
Mackey: Hello, Mrs. Streibel. It's uh... nothing, m-m'kay?
Yvonne: OK then...
Mr. Mackey could tell Mrs. Streibel didn't believe him for a second, but she had caught him by surprise, and he didn't have time to think of a convincing lie (or even look convincing enough for her to believe him).
Herbert: Eric, put that down!
Mackey: Mr. Garrison, can I borrow Kyle for a second?
Herbert: Sure. Kyle, go with Mr. Mackey.
Eric: Busted!
Kyle: Shut up, fatass!
Herbert: Kyle!
Kyle: Sorry, Mr. Garrison...
Mackey: Thanks, Mr. Garrison.
Kyle was feeling uncomfortable. He hadn't done anything wrong, yet he was being taken to the counselor's office.
Kyle: Mr. Mackey?
Mackey: Yes?
Kyle: What's this about?
Mackey: Well, I uh... I-I think it's best if he tells you himself.
Kyle: He? Who's he?
Mackey: You'll see... Here we are.
When Mr. Mackey opened the door and Kenny saw Kyle, he got even more nervous than before. His mouth went dry, his hands started shaking even more, he got nauseous, and he was turning bright red.
Mackey: I'll leave you two alone now...
As soon as Mr. Mackey closed the door behind him, Kenny felt like he was going to faint from fear. He was too scared of Kyle's reaction to what he was going to tell him, and he couldn't make anything up now, because Mr. Mackey would probably not let either of them leave until Kenny told him the truth.
Kyle: Kenny? What's this all about?
Kenny turned his back to Kyle. "It's easier this way..." he thought.
Kenny: Kyle, you know how we've known each other for a very long time?
Kyle: Yes...
Kenny: And you know how people sometimes...
Kyle: Kenny, just say what you want to say so we can go back to class.
"He's right. I gotta tell him now or I'll never be able to tell him."
Kenny: Kyle, I... like... you.
Kenny felt as if he was going to throw up with every word. His stomach hurt as much as being stabbed a thousand times at once.
Kyle: I know, that's what friendship is.
Kenny: N-No, I mean... like you...
Kenny faced Kyle once more to gauge his reaction. When he finally opened his eyes he saw Kyle was paralyzed. His eyes were open wide, his mouth was slightly open, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.
"This isn't good."
Kyle: And uh... h-how long have you felt this way?
Kenny: A little over a year now...
"Well, at least he hasn't tried to run out of here screaming that I'm a fag or anything..."
Kyle: Kenny, I...
Kenny: What is it?
Kyle: I don't... think we should hang out... anymore...
With each word Kyle spoke, both of the boys tensed up. Kenny could hear his pulse race in his ears, his heart felt like it was about to burst out of his chest and he could barely breathe, whilst Kyle's mouth went dry, and he felt like crying for what he had just said to his former best friend. There was a long and painful silence, until Kenny finally got the courage to say something.
Kenny: ...Why?
Kyle: Just... don't. Please.
When Kyle finished his sentence he opened the door and left without saying a word to Mr. Mackey. As soon as he left, Kenny started crying.
Mackey: What happened?
Kenny: It didn't go so well...
Mackey: Are you alright?
"No. I'm not alright..." thought Kenny as more tears rolled down his cheeks and onto the floor.
Mackey: Kenny, maybe you should go home, get some rest, m'kay? I'll tell Mr. Garrison that you're not feeling well right now.
Kenny: S-Sure.
Kenny went to the nearest bathroom to try and clean himself up a bit, so nobody would ask questions. When he arrived, he heard faint sobbing coming from one of the stalls. He recognized who was crying immediately. It was the same person that had gone to his house multiple times to cry on his shoulder. It was Kyle. After realizing this, Kenny wiped his tears, put on his hood, tightened it as best he could and went home.
"No point in thinking about what I've already lost"
PRESENT
Kenny had slowly stopped going to school. The pain he felt from loving someone who didn't love him back was too much for him to bear. He had gone back to using drugs, first alcohol, but soon that wasn't enough and he went straight to heroin. Most of the time he wasn't even conscious, and when he was, he was either getting something to eat or just doing more drugs.
His parents had tried multiple times to get him off drugs and back to school, but no matter what they did, it never worked.
Kyle, despite not using drugs, was barely making it at school, sometimes to the point where Cartman had better grades than him. Only a handful of people knew why, and unfortunately, Cartman was one of them.
Eric: What's wrong, Kyle? Don't tell me you're still whiny about Kenny! It's been five years, get over it already! He doesn't want to see us, and we don't want to be seen with a junkie.
Stan: He's got a point, dude. Kenny just wants to be alone. He hasn't been to school in like three months and every time we go to his house he's either too high to talk or unconscious.
Kyle knew this was true, yet he couldn't help but be concerned for Kenny. He hated that his so called "friends" had given up, even if it had been five years and even if he did tell Kenny they shouldn't hang out anymore. But Kyle had decided. He was going to put a stop to this tonight.
Meanwhile, Kenny had just woken up in the bathroom at his house, once again covered in bruises, empty bottles and vomit. He slowly got up and washed his face. He glanced at himself in the mirror.
His eyes had lost the "spark" they had before, his hair was greasy and even more messed up than usual and his skin was paler than the Goth kids'.
"I look like shit."
Kenny put on his hood and went downstairs to get something to eat. His sister was waiting for him.
Karen: Hello, Kenny.
Kenny: ...Hello, Karen.
Kenny's parents didn't try to do anything anymore, and since his brother had left the house already, Karen felt it was up to her to take care of him, since he couldn't do it himself.
Kenny: So, what are you gonna bitch about now?
Karen: Is that all you think I do? Just "bitch" about stuff?
"Kinda.", thought Kenny as he took some beer from the fridge and put some pop tarts in the toaster.
Karen: Kenny, when was the last time you went out of the house for anything other than to get more drugs?
Kenny: None of your damn business, that's when.
Karen: You keep pushing people away, but we're just trying to help you. I know you're not a genius, but you must know you need help.
Kenny: Just leave me the fuck alone, Karen.
With that, Kenny got the pop tarts and went up to his room. Karen started sobbing when he went up the stairs. It made Kenny stop for a brief moment, but he kept on walking, with tears rolling down his cheeks.
And that is the first chapter of my new story. It's supposed to be two chapters long, but we'll see how it goes. I might put in a third chapter if the second one gets too big. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it.