Chapter: 1
Stan's POV
Hey Stan here and I'm here to tell you the events that happened over summer vacation, but first let me say its about time to have two months of freedom. No more getting up so early , waiting out in the hot or freezing days til the bus arrived. Also don't have to deal with the whole school drama shit. Its now time to hang with friends a bit more and not just few hours on the weekends. Tenth grade had us so busy with so much homework that it was killer.
The big fat-ass Cartman normally blew off homework or did it half-asses so he could watch TV while eating cheesy poofs/go piss off people. Kenny worked as hard as he could but with how his home life is, it got pretty hard. Kyle worked his ass off the whole year. He would also help both Kenny and myself during lunch time or in between classes with the stuff we didn't under stand. Thank God we have such a good friend like him around. As for me, with the homework, I would breeze through it. The problems that I knew it went fast but the ones that I didn't I spent a good twenty minutes before I would give up.
Alright, Alright I'll stop with how the schooling went and get back to what I was going to tell you. I managed to get job down at the Animal Shelter on the weekends (11 til 5). When I started there I noticed that Craig was also working there too and the same times as me. We butted heads at first but as I got to know him better it turns out he isn't a total prick we all thought he was back in the fourth grade. It also turns out he never truly hated us either, he just hated how we always got into trouble or brought it to others.
Any who, we would feed all the animals, give them baths, clean cages and for the dogs take them outside to do their business. I'd never thought that I would become so attached to a cat but I was and it was love at first sight for us. It was a six month old (fixed) Main Coon. It was pure breed too. He was what you call a classic tabby (meaning he had thick stripes for a pattern). His stripes were a dark brown with the top half of his fur down to his legs were a light brown, his muzzle, belly and socks were white. They said I could take him home if I wanted so I asked my parents if I could keep him and they said yes. I now own a cat and his name is Whiskers...my mom named him that.
When the whole gang finally was able to hang out, we spent the whole days together. Boy did we get into a shit ton of trouble, but Cartman dragged Butters into it the most. He made Butters break into my Uncle Jimbo's shop and steal a crossbow, for what I have no fucking idea nor do I really want to find out. As for the rest of us we didn't get into anymore trouble than we did when we were kids.
We had some fun times too. Kyle's and my Dad took all of us to Six Flags for a weekend. The two K's and myself had a blast on all the rides, though Kenny did seem a little nervous on some of them but we really didn't know why and when we asked he said it was nothing. He as been like that ever since we played super heroes. Maybe one of these days we will know why he acts that way. Cartman mainly complained that there were too many 'minorities' there. Like seriously dude that's going to happen any where you go, even in other countries. Now that we are older his racism is getting so annoying but he just doesn't care and laughs it off. That sick ass bastard.
Now this next part I'm going to tell you started when we were starting middle school and it was Kenny who started it. Sometimes during the night either Kyle or Kenny would sneak into my room to sleep. Yes we did share a bed, yes we passed the age the we should be sharing a bed, but we didn't care. We were comfortable with ourselves and our sexuality that it didn't matter. Hell we sometimes work up cuddling with one another.
One time I woke up to Kenny laying completely on top of me with his arms wrapped around my waist. My Dad happened to walk in at that time to see us like that and he flipped his shit. I didn't see anything wrong with it and Kenny just ignored it. My Mom seemed pretty cool with it but that led to my parents fight about it and it lasted til they had to go to work but they picked it up when they got home. How my Dad felt didn't stop us from doing it.
Now the next part is where things starting to get a little weird. Three weeks before the start of Elenth grade, Kyle's family went to California for a nice two week vaca. It sucked not having him around but I had Kenny to hang out and we had fun. We played video games, played some basketball, hung out at Jimbo's and every night we would 'Face time' with our red headed friend.
He would show us some of the places that were there or showed us his family (who would wave 'Hi' at us). Everything seem to be going good until one night I got a call late at night from him. As soon as I saw his face I knew something was up. He didn't right at the phone, he kept moving his shoulders up and down (one at a time) and he sounded off. It was like he was trying too hard to sound happy but you could hear it crack. I didn't ask him what was wrong, I just figured he had a fight with his brother or his parents.
I should have asked that night because once school started Kyle acted very strange. He would flinch when someone touched him or run away and he would give short answers whenever someone talked to him. As time went on he started to become distant with people, but not so much with us...yet.
Our teacher Mr. Garrison, Yes he was our teacher yet again, noticed Kyle's strange behavior by the third week of school and had Mr. Mackey (yes him too) try and talk with Kyle. Kyle calmed that he was fine and that nothing was wrong other than him being a little tired. No one really bought that but went along with it. Mr. Mackey asked us to keep an eye on him and reprt to him if we noticed anything strange with him other than how he has been or if he tells us anything. We agreed because we cared for him and wanted him to be the happy guy he was before. Nothing has happened so far but we know he will talk when he is ready... we just hope he doesn't this go on for long.