Um... Yeah! Soo I was so unsure about this story, the idea had been creeping around in my head for a few weeks now and... I decided I might as well post it!

Kyle's P.O.V

Stepping into the room in all my redheaded glory, I tossed a pale, freckled hand through my hair, which was already beginning to frizz from the April humidity. As a freshman at South Park High, my duty to take the annual exam to check our progress towards the end of the year is just another way to goof off.

Closing the door behind me as I entered my designated A-C classroom- the Biology room, with Ms Garth, a forty year old single lady as our babysitter- I caught the eye of a certain fluffy haired blonde boy, who waved to call me over.

I smiled, jumping atop his desk to slide over in the chair beside him at the conjoined desks.

"Watch it, bitch!" he called out, shoving me down into my chair, and I chuckled, watching a slim girl sit down in the seat in front of me.

"What's up, whores?" she asked, fluffing a hand through her short, orange hair. Crossing her legs, she showed off a pair of short shorts she'd been saving especially for this four hour long test.

"Elizabeth- We match!" I exclaimed, hauling my leg onto the table to show off bare legs.

She laughed, before running her hand over creamy, freckled skin. "Damn, Kyle. You even shaved." she observed, moving her hands all the while and shrugging- she talks with her hands a lot.

"Gotta look good!" I laughed with her, and finally she pulled her hand away. If she wasn't a lesbian, I might of found her gestures strange.

Finally, from beside me, the blonde made himself heard with a joking scoff. "For who?" he asked, using a pencil as a drumstick on the side of the desk.

I shrugged, shoving on his arm to make him stop his tapping, "You never know, Cory." I said with a smile, and he rolled his eyes, ducking down to retrieve his fallen pencil.

Following after Brionna Kate, future valedictorian, I dashed after her to keep up with her speed. And this is just her walking. It's not just me either- even the track stars say she walks fast. But hey, I'm not going to complain. We always get a good spot in the lunch line.

Standing in the middle of the line- which isn't bad, considering we beat the people in Gym, which is right next to the cafeteria- I smiled at her, my emerald eyes reaching turquoise ones.

"So, Bri." I said, and she rolled her eyes. I annoy her, a lot. I'm a little bit convinced that she hates me, and that she only hangs out with me since she feels bad. "Where's the BF?"

"He's sick today, Kyle." she says, swatting away my hands as I attempted to pat down her frizzing blonde hair, which is also being attacked by the humidity.

It was my turn to roll my eyes, "Do you realize how boring next hour's going to be?" I claimed, though turned away from her answer when I heard my name being called. A wide-hipped girl, long, curly hair thrown up into a bun atop her head, approached me with Elizabeth close at her hip.

I smiled at her, as well, "Well, don't you look like shit today, Leighton." I said, and she rolls her chocolate eyes, brushing a dark hair away from her eyes that had fallen from her headband.

"I woke up, like, five minutes before Grandma had to take me to school, man. Besides, I didn't come over here to get harassed by your ass." she suddenly smiled, pushing her glasses up her nose, "Me, Ashley, and Elizabeth are hanging out this weekend. You in, hoe?"

I smirked, though that quickly faded and I hesitated, "I can't!" I objected, a whiny tone slipping into my voice, earning another eye-roll from Brionna, "I have to take Ike to some stupid fag concert this weekend."

At the word fag, Brionna rolls her eyes again, something I see so many times a day that I don't even take it as an insult anymore. "That's a little bit like the pot calling the kettle black, isn't it?"

I ignored her, listening to Leighton, "Dude, what the hell? Where?"

"Denver."

"Holy shit! And you're driving out there?!" Elizabeth butted in, and I nodded.

"How did your old man ever let that happen?" Leighton scoffed, and I rolled my eyes.

"Right! Won't let me go out anywhere when I have a B, but I can go against the law and drive my little brother around at night without a parent!" I huffed, crossing my arms across my chest, "I just think they didn't want to get stuck listening to some fucking boy band for three hours."

Leighton thought for a moment, then opened her mouth to speak; "Didn't you, like, go to a Big Time Rush concert last Summer?"

"That is totally different!"

Elizabeth laughed, shaking her head, "No, not really, Kyle."

I huffed again, shaking my head, the only thing keeping my wild hair still my ushanka. "That just pissed me off. We haven't hung out since Leighton's birthday party in January."

"Nah, don't worry about it, we'll have plenty of time to hang out during the Summer." Leighton said with a smile, and I hesitated, glancing over at her.

After a moment, I too smiled. "You have something planned?"

"I was thinking for Summer we could go spend a week or two at my cabin up by Middle Park."

I hesitated, and, a moment later, the group of us- excluding Brionna, the bore- were whooping for the oncoming Summer, leaving the upperclassmen to glance at the group of socially awkward freshmen.

Sitting besides Leighton in fifth hour- Ms Garth's, as if we hadn't gotten enough of her throughout the morning's testing- she glanced over my shoulder at my phone as I SnapChatted with Cory.

"Hey- I'd meant to ask you- What concert are you taking your little brother to?"

I hesitated, and after a moment of thinking, opened my mouth to respond.

"I think his name was- Stan Marsh?"

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