Hi guys, I may or may not continue my previous story I have been working on, since this idea won't leave my mind. Please tell me how much you have enjoyed this chapter after reading it! I want to focus only on kyman for a while, and in later stories I may focus on other couples. Yes, one of the characters in my fictions seems to be in a very dark place. But fear not, I will never leave a story with a sad ending! South Park and characters belong to Trey Parker, Matt Stone and Comedy Central! Song for the title is Follow Me by Uncle Kraker and has been my favourite song since I was 8 years old.
My name is Kyle Broflovski, and I graduated from South Park high last month. With my grade point average, I could have easily gone to any University around the world. My most prized possessions are my five acceptance letters. Instead I am an entertainer at a gay night club. My father lost his job over a year ago and even the most minimal paying jobs were not looking for hire. I am the sole breadwinner of our home. My parents always question me how I bring in hundreds of dollars every night – and every single one of those dollars go towards food. Ike is far too young to work still, and I would die of shame and self – hatred if my adoring brother, loving mother, and happy go lucky father ever found out what I do for a living. Our living.
It was just another ordinary night. Men eyed me hungrily. The only way I was allowed to let them touch is if they paid for me for a private night. I would constantly make my way around tables and flirt, especially with the richest men. I am often told how adorable and alluring I am, and I have been rewarded with some of the most luxurious nights of my life. Just one night and back at the club the next. I constantly dream of my saviour, and I have been dreaming for my true love since I discovered I was gay. My manager interrupted a conversation with a tap on my shoulder. "You have been ordered." I immediately had to leave and follow him in the back room. Eric. Theodore. Cartman. I haven't seen any of my friends since graduation. I forgot I had them, that's what happens when your family becomes the number one priority. Cartman really pulled himself together in high school. Of course, he was still chubby and a total dick to me, but he was the top of the class and awarded with a full paid scholarship for the number one University in Denver. They came knocking on my door and begged me to join them, me coming in a close second but I sadly had to turn them away. Myself and my family simply could not afford it. On top of that, he's one of the richest young men in town. Constantly winning one photography contest after another. At 18, he already had a bank account with a grand total of 50k.
"Yes." I addressed him, my eyes averted from him and directed towards the floor. Eric Cartman gay? Although, when did anything in South Park ever make any sense? He ran his hands through my long, unruly hair and pushed my curls to the back of my neck. Almost as though he wanted to get a better look at my eyes. "He's perfect." I had no choice but to walk out. We walked in silence, dumbfounded. There wasn't any way I could bring up any sort of conversation. "The glint in your eyes is gone." He simply said. "You're tired. Your hair has turned a dull orange, and not to mention those God forsaken purple bags under your eyes. What the fuck happened to you?" Again I had no response. "What are you doing here anyway?" I kept my father's job loss as a secret to everyone. "Do you know why I applied myself so hard? So I could follow you to your college of choice and bother the fuck out of you there, too. Sadly, you ruined my dreams, Kahl." "I'm not going." I simply stated. His face crumpled in confusion and looked at me long and hard. "And?" "I don't want to talk about that. You do realise I'm 1 grand for the entire night?" He sighed. Now he was the one lost for words. "I will drive you to my apartment, it's only twenty minutes from here."
"Stan and Kenny miss you, you know. But I suppose you're too 'busy' selling yourself to care." "Why did you even bother buying me? How did you know where I worked?" "Kahl, I'm obviously the smartest person in South Park, I could figure out anyone just by looking at their face." He smirked. "Would you like to know how I think about you?" I shrugged in submission and his expression turned serious. "You've seen far too much and experienced too much pain and rejection for an 18 year old boy. You carry the burden of others on your shoulders, like you've had your entire life but this time it's more intense. You feel that this is the only life you are able to live. Sure, it brings money, but it comes at a cost and never lasts long. Does that about sum it up, Jew?" My lip trembled and my body shook in his leather seat. I faced away from him as I could feel the bile in my throat and tears cloud my eyes. During a long traffic light, he removed his jacket and placed it around me. I gave in to the comfort and allowed myself to drift off to sleep.
So, this is the kyman idea that I have stuck with :) You have no idea how many times I've had an idea for a story, erased everything, and completely rewritten it. But whatever, that is what writers do and how writers shall be! I also think my writing for the last story was atrocious, so I'm going to start an adventure by going a little out of my comfort zone!