Please remember that I do now own South Park or My Dog Skip.
Picture it, South Park, our freshmen year. I'm having Kyle over for the afternoon and we're just flipping through the channels trying to find something decent to watch when something catches my eye.
"My Dog Skip?" Honestly Stan you can't be serious.
"Hey now, it's a good movie." I say with a short laugh, because we're going to watch it either way.
"Dude come on, it's lame!" Let's watch something else." He says, nervously eyeing the television.
"Kyle, I like this movie, let's just watch it and I'll let you pick next time." My redheaded friend crosses his arms and huffs.
I was secretly wondering what the big deal was. Normally Kyle didn't argue with my movie choices.
"This movie is so stupid." Kyle mutters shaking his head, a few strands of wavy hair falling into his face.
I elbow him in the side making him shut up so I can watch.
It's not long before the little boy in the movie is pouting, hey I'd be pissed if my dad tried to take away my dog too.
Noticing my friend's lack of interruptions I look over and smile. Sure enough Kyle is totally into the movie. His knees tucked right under his chin and his eyes wide and focused.
For the life of me I couldn't figure out why he hadn't wanted to watch it. It wasn't that bad after all.
Shrugging to myself I let my attention go back to my movie.
"-Wrapped him in my baseball jacket. They buried him out under our elm tree-" The narrator says with a southern drawl.
'Hic...hic...Sniff.' I quickly turn my head so I can figure out what that noise was but to my astonishment I see Kyle, Kyle Broflovski sitting there with tears streaming down his face.
Now see this is a bit more than just tearing up, which I would have relentlessly made fun of him for, this was him just flat out crying.
"That wasn't totally true, for he really lay buried in my h-h-heaart!" Kyle announced the same time as the narrator.
I sat there, absolutely flabbergasted.
"Oh Stan, he died! Skip d-died!" Kyle wailed while he viciously tried to wipe his tears away.
"Kyle...it was just a movie." I whisper, not use to seeing Kyle breakdown over something so trivial. I had to admit it was cute though.
"No! No Stan, it was based off a true story. Have you no compassion?" He said grabbing a throw pillow and burying his face in it.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know." I carefully reach out and stroke his hair. I suppose this was a very legitimate reason for crying to him.
"He loved that damn dog, it was his best friend!" Kyle cried throwing his arms around my neck. I pause out of momentary shock.
"It's okay dude, sometimes these things happen." I wrap my arms around Kyle and let him sob out his sadness onto my shirt. I don't even cringe when his tears soak through it.
"What if you died? I would never...never just say 'these things h-h-appen' I wouldn't do that to you!" He says, sound muffled by my neck.
"Yes but I'm not a dog."
"You're missing the point Stan! Oh Skip!" I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing.
"It was a good movie wasn't it?"
A/N: I cried over this movie! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it! Reviews are amazing =]