Little Place in Aspen
A/Ns: Okay, this is my first real shot at humor and straight-forward Style. Please tell me how it goes!
February 1, 2008
In retrospect, maybe the second trip to Aspen hadn't been such a great idea.
True, as Mrs. Broflovski had pointed out, she was sick of having to waste all that money once a year on that 'little place in Aspen' if no one went. Plus, it was only one weekend, anyway.
So, for the first time in four years, we went back to that horrible place.
Granted, the memories of said four years ago were distant, and I was sure that I had only been exaggerating how horrible it was as nine-year-olds tend to do. Besides, I was thirteen, a man in some cultures, and I was positive I could get out of skiing lessons somehow, even if my life depended on it.
I just hoped that I wouldn't be forced into one of those gay skiing competitions again.
And speaking of gay, did I mention hated Aspen?
So, it was us, the Broflovskis, the Stotches, Cartman and his mom, and Kenny (since we couldn't leave him out) all coming up. Jeez, why didn't the rest of the town go, too?
I guess I was kinda glad that the five of us could hang out like old times. Granted, we never usually had five since Butters was our 'not-Kenny' all those years ago. But I had to admit, our group had been straying a bit. Cartman and Butters hung out more ever since Butters let Cartman cheat off of him in most of our classes, and Kenny, Kyle and I were looking for a new replacement.
I have to admit, though, unfortunately, mine and Kyle's friendship has been a little off lately. I don't know why, but it seems he doesn't want to see me unless it's with other people. When we were parnters in our school projects, he would never look at me, never talk to me unless he absolutely had to, and even our light banter was strained.
I asked Kenny about it, and he only laughed it off. As if he knew something I didn't. Oh, well, screw him.
I eventually gave up hanging out with Kyle by ourselves, and the three of us were inseperable.
But I'm getting off-topic, aren't I?
Okay, this might be a little confusing, but I just had to get all those thoughts out. (I mean, who else is going to be reading this except for me, anyway?)
Well, it was a long trip. But unlike the last one when we were eight, it was much more interesting to say the least. I mean, I didn't see Cartman and Butters hooking up coming, I wasn't expecting things to get that, well...heated between me and Kyle, and I sure as hell wasn't expecting to learn our families' secrets.
Maybe I'll start at the beginning.
A/N: Okay, this chapter is extremely short, and I apologize. But, as it is a journal entry, I guess that's all right. Well, I'll see if I can get something up sooner, but I can't make any promises. Oh, yeah, and this is downright StanxKyle. No big plots or nothing. Well, whatever.
Actually, this was going to be a one-shot, but I suck at one-shots, so it's a full length story. :p Please review!