I should really try new pairings. I've done Style too much, but I love them…they're so canon it's ridiculous! But anyways, I wanted to try a drabble. This was just something I thought of after talking to my friend who lives in Texas, needless to say she sees a lot of anti-gay protests and groups there at her Uni.

….But I may not have time to write another for a little while because I am moving into my freshman dorm tomorrow! Ahhh lol I am excited and nervous, so wish me luck! Anywho…reviews are GREATLY appreciated. Thank you! Love, AttractiveGravity.

As always, Matt & Trey own South Park and all characters.

I can't escape it.

I walk past the mob of angry faces, not wanting to recognize any of them.

I just want to get past them, unrecognized, unbothered.

I hastily reach in the pocket of my jeans, fumbling to get the key. I finally unlock the door and drop my backpack with a sudden thud on the floor of the entryway.

"Hey Kyle," I sigh as I plop down on the couch beside him.

No answer.

"Kyle?"

I turn to see what has him so captivated. A familiar scene plays out on the screen of the television as I realize that it's the coverage of that same mob I couldn't wait to escape. Images of posters saying "God hates fags" and "A man shall not lie with another man" plastered everywhere.

Kyle just sits there, glazed-over eyes glued to the T.V., I've never seen him so lifeless.

I can't take it anymore. I get up and turn off the T.V

"That's enough of that," I say as I make my way into the kitchen.

"I'm an abomination Stan; a complete embarrassment to my family."

"Kyle, damn it, you know that's not true! Don't let those assholes get to you!" I say as I slam my bottled water down on the counter, more mad at the protestors than at Kyle.

I have a lot of pride in our country, and don't get me wrong, I believe that freedom of speech is important, but some people abuse it. I can't defend something that causes the one I love to doubt, even hate himself.

I soften as I see a sole tear run down Kyle's pale face. I walk over to the couch and sit next to him again. I put my arm around him and pull him in close. He just lays his head on my chest and I can feel him sobbing. Not a word is spoken for awhile as we sit, holding onto each other tightly, as I run my hands through his soft, red waves.

"Ky, everyone has their opinion, don't let theirs influence you. I love you and we're in this together. We always have been and we always will be."

"Yeah, I know; it's just sometimes I lose sight of what really matters with all this going on."

I know he'll be okay, but I'm not sure if I will. All I know is one of us has to stay resilient, and it looks like it has to be me.

But I know that the love I have for Kyle can't be wrong. And that's the only thing that keeps me going.