He was invisible.

Unseen to the normal.

Hidden to the crazy.

Always bundled and ridiculed by his over-sized orange parka. Unfortunately no one knew of the beauty shielded behind the coat. The blond, transparent locks and azure piercing eyes. His infamous excuse to disappear, "There is no need to revel my face to them. They don't give a shit." But someone did. They cared and prayed for the boy to expose himself. To Satin and to God he turned. Thanking the heavens and hells when the boy gave a peek to the world at his stunning face. He hungered to discover more. The Individual who saw him was Kyle Broflovski.

He was vibrant.

Friendly to the normal.

Adored by the crazy.

Always ready to be seen by his peers. South Parks favorite Jew strived to see the towns poor boy, Kenny McCormick. Though the ginger hoped for his friend to be open, he himself pondered- if Kenny wanted it also. When he gorged his fear and collected his pride, he questioned. "Do you ever, um show your face?"

He received a blank stare.

So, Kyle's plan seemed to be epic failure. And completely useless. Though saddened by this fact he continued onto class. At about 3:30 our protagonist was heading home, whispering franticly about tomorrow's Science test. "If H20 is mixed with Carbon Acid.." His sentence cut short by a pressure atop his right cheek. Cold and pale it was alike with any other hand, but a small skull tattoo on the index finger gave the identity away. Kenny.

"Kyle" A hoarse scowl came the voice. "Yes?" A simple squeak penetrated by the victim. For a moment the two glanced at one and other. One male eyeing the other. All of a sudden Kyle felt weakness extend from his pelvis to his heated features. Focusing on the matter at hand he tore his eyes from the gigantic, oceanic pupils that had brought him to melt like a puddle. "Do you recall your question about my face?"

"Of course, why?"

"Eh, let me put it nicely, Kyle. I'm not attractive- something you die to see…."

It stopped there. Broflovski gapped at the boy that had just spoken. No movement was persecuted and all Kyle could do was stay mute.

Kenny reached with his free hand (the other buried in his back pocket) to pet the males head, but as his hand extended it was slapped away by another skin. "No" He heard and peered down at the man. "No" It came again. "Kenny. Why? I don't comprehend your theory. Do you believe your truly so horrific?" The voice sounded confident for an answer, no doubt. Kenny almost felt threatened by his little friend. Almost.

"Kyle, why? Why the hell do you care?"

"Because I do."

"No you don't"

"Yes I DO!"

They bickered for a minute until they turned away in unison. The wind whipped Kyle's forehead and tugged gently at his clothing, considering it was Spring he did not pay mind to it. Starring at the sky he creased his eyebrows. What a stupid question. Everyone cared. It was a natural function, a way of the human condition. Couldn't Kenny just shut the fuck up and take the parka off?!?!

Gay dude. Kyle choked at the thought. He had visualized his friend NUDE! Cartman would be so pleased right now. But even as he struggled against the dream he felt a warmth surpass him. Kyle Broflovski was blushing because he thought he was a homosexual. "Are you aright?" The musical sound threw him from his un-realistic world. A second time a palm stretched out to cup his chin.

"K…Ken…Kenny!"

"Wow! Kyle I'll show you my face. I mean don't go getting sick over it!"

He had mistaken the blush for a fever, thank the lords. Finally relaxed Kyle planned to get home, but he froze. There it was. His prayer had been answered. Kenny McCormick had discarded his parka. Kyle mused. The white, plain shirt clung to the toned muscles! But then he remembered.

"Liar."

"What? I took the pa…"

"No. You're a liar."

"Why?"

"You're the most handsome and best-looking guy on the goddamn planet!!"

THE END~