I realized I've been inactive for over 3 years now and I figured I'd give this whole Fanfiction business another go. For those who may have been my chill homedogs back in the day and you're reading this... I remember you and cherish your patience. For those who are just now finding me and giving my shitty work a chance, I thank you whole heartedly. I want to write again so I figured I'd just start with a simple South Park fic because they've always been my favorite. Now, onto the actual story. :)

How exactly does one survive going almost 5 years with the feeling of hopeless love living in their heart? How had I gone this long without confessing my feelings for this almost untouchable human being? How does one become so god-like?

It began the same as almost any love story does. One event takes you by surprise and then you find that person running through your brain constantly.

Kyle and I had been friends our entire lives; I can't remember a time he wasn't around. We always had an unsaid irrational feeling of sexual tension in my opinion.

The way he zoned off while staring at walls, how he never felt uncomfortable in my shamble of a home, the sense of respect for me he radiated whenever he called out my name.

"Ken."

This feeling is almost euphoric. I remember the exact day I found myself falling for this gorgeous, ill-tempered, redhead.

We had all been sitting in the parking lot in front of the school waiting on our parents to pick us up. About 30 minutes had passed and my family was nowhere to be seen. It was only Kyle and I.

"Have you even called your mom?" He questioned.

"Yeah, she didn't answer." I sighed.

We sat in silence for a moment as pulled out his phone and began playing a game of some kind. Shortly after his mom pulled up in her tiny purple car. Kyle stood up, failed to acknowledged me, and walked to the window of the passenger side. I was slightly angered by his rude gesture, I mean I had sat here with him. The least he could do was tell me bye.

Lost in my thought, I picked my head up and looked forward just in time to see Kyle's mother pulling out of the parking lot and Kyle walking towards me.

"What the hell?"

"She had to go run some errands and I didn't want to tag along for grocery shopping. Figured you and I could hang out or something. Or I just walk with you to your house. Whatever."

I was surprised by the kindness, I had moments before been cursing his name for not saying goodbye, and now he's wanting to simply hang out with me...

"Sure. Why not? My parents probably aren't home. We can play video games or something."

I stood up and began walking beside him in the direction of my house.

The scenes from the day continued running through my head as I laid in bed debating on not even getting up this morning. I wanted to stay there and think about what I wished was mine. Oh what I would give to just tell him how I feel.

To have to courage to say, "Kyle, I admire your existence, think about you constantly, and want you to be mine."

I let those words play through my head over and over until their shear power throw me from my bed.

I walk to my bathroom and stare at myself for a moment.

"Damn, I look nice."

All at once something changed in my mind.

"Kenneth McCormick, today is THE FUCKING DAY!"

With this newly discovered confidence and radiating good looks I prepared myself physically and mentally for the day to come.

"Today is the day."

-Guess that's it for now. So far I'm liking the ideas I've thought of for this and I will more than likely continue it, I kind of have to haha. Any ideas or suggestions will be highly appreciated. Thanks for reading.-

-CapnChrissy-