Kenny walked slowly behind his friends, Cartman and Stan; together their feet crunched the snow noisily. It was the first day of senior year.
"Dude," Stan smiled, looking back at the poor boy, "you think Kyle is back yet?"
"the Jew is probably is already at school," Eric Cartman said huskily, white fog emitted from his mouth," how uptight that little bitch is, it's a wonder how he is still in high school!"
Cartman changed drastically of the three month period of summer break. Instead of being a lard of blubber he began working out to impress a whore at school. The once lazy boy was now turning jock just like Stan; he planned on joining the football team. Kenny always thought Cartman would forfeit his thought of becoming an actual human being yet of course nothing in South Park is what it seems it would be.
"I think he's fine," Kenny patted Stan on the back, obviously seeing through the casual talk with their ebony haired friend. The blond knew Stan was confused and worried about Kyle's sudden disappearance one day," Maybe he needed a real vacation. Plus I agree with Cartman, He's just too uptight to miss school."
"But he hasn't spoken to me the night before he left, I think he was mad at me," Stan looked on to the pavement hidden in snow," we sort of got in a small fight."
" 'bout what?" Eric looked at the quarterback sideways, "did you agree with me about him having sand in his vagina?"
Cartman suppresses his laughter as Stan stops dead in his tracks and stares in amazement.
"Dude…"
The three boys look at the figure that Stan spotted. There waiting in his normal spot at the bus stop was Kyle, yet he looked nothing like the anti social nerd that left three months ago. His once frizzy hair was now tamed and he had bouncy red curls frame his pale slender face. He seemed taller to Kenny. The poor child looked at the feet of the other. He wore what looked like expensive high heeled boots. His once familiar green pants and orange jacket was tossed to show black denim and a long thigh cut coat the colour of twilight. The Jew casually flicked his wrist at us with a small smile with red lips, Kenny's heart flutter.
The boys run to their friend.
"You're a fucking fag, man!" the bigger of the four laughed.
"fuck off Cartman," Stan said, he turned to his friend," dude where did you go?"
The red head stared at us all, and then turned his gaze to the forest line that surrounded the town. Finally he turned back to the other awaiting boys before he spoke," I went to visit a cousin in Michigan, Alishia."
"why?" Kenny wondered out loud. Kyle just smiled and grabbed a black messenger bag that laid by his feet. Opening it up, the Jew pulled out three paper bags. The first one he handed to Cartman, who opened it. Taking out what was inside, he frowned.
"What the fuck?" it was a black box with a silver necklace inside of it.
"Heard you're trying to get a girl," Kyle said," jewelry always works."
Next he handed Stan his own brown bag, inside was a playing card of a famous football player that just so happened to be his favorite batter on it. Stan looked at the stats on the back then quickly looked at the picture, and nearly fainted. It was signed by the batter himself.
"My cousin knows people." Was all Kyle told his best friend.
"Here," Kenny received his bag. Taking it reluctantly, he took out a scarf. It was long and smooth like cotton under the poor boys thumb. On either side there were two pairs of black lines.
"That scarf saved my life," Kyle smiled at Kenny," my cousin bought it for me while I was in the hospital during break. Made me less depressed."
"And I thought Stan was the only one with the emo tendencies," Eric giggles.
"Why were you in the hospital?" Stan asked, concerned traced with in his words," w-was it…"
"No," Kyle said, his smile gone, "well yes and no. it began with that but it was all entirely not just because of it."
Kenny listened to the small conversation of the three boys as he tired the soft warm fabric around his neck. He blushed and smiled, it smelt like Kyle.
"so you never told us why you went to the hospital." Cartman said, he pressed the buttons of his controller viciously. They sat, the gang all back together, on Kyle's couch playing game sphere 3.
"yeah," Kenny nodded. Stan looked at Kyle, remaining quiet.
"I-uh," he pressed the button killing a zombie," I try..to.."
Again he pressed a button and killing more flesh eating undead creatures.
"Kyle," Stan said paused everyone's game," what did you do to get yourself in the hospital?"
The young Jew looked at his friend with a sad smile," I tried to kill myself."
They all stared at the smaller boy, his red hair pulled back by girly hair clips. Smiling, he tried to restart the game but Stan wouldn't permit him.
"Dude," Kenny stated," what the hell? Why did you try to kill yourself?"
Kyle looked at everyone, a sneer out lined his pale face," for many reasons of course."
"K-Kyle , I…why did you just talked to us?" Stan tries to ask but soon was ignored by Kyle.
"Yo, Jew are you going to tell them so we can resume?"
"Sure. I try to kill myself because I'm a fag."
Cartman's eyes widen and he turned his head slightly," knew it…."
"and I told my parents….mnn," Kyle stopped and cringed at the memory," to me, death seemed pretty well at the time."
"I….I'm sorry Kyle," Stan hung his head," I was a bad friend, why didn't you tell someone about the whole….suicidal thing?"
"What?" Kyle laughed," The good, innocent Jew boy who does anything for his parents and such, being not perfect once? Nah, plus I am all good now, therapy with my aunt. That's why I went to my cousins."
"I always knew you were a psycho dude," Cartman laughed," I never thought you go kill yourself, maybe everyone in south park but not yourself, guess your mom came through to be a big fat bitch like I said since elementary school!"
Kyle stood up in anger, his red curls bounced. It would be amusing if the blushing scowl didn't show the anger boiling underneath.
"Fat ass," Kyle practically yelled, before he could retort to the insult to his mother the light bulb above them exploded. Nearly at the same time Mrs. Broflovski walked in and screamed.
"Bubbeh!" The flustered red haired woman stopped and nearly dropped her grocery bags on the floor, "go to your room!"
The senior boy looked at his mother, rage still clouded his vision. He quickly turned on his heels and ran up stairs toward his room.
"Kyle!" Stan called after him; he looked toward his best friend's mother that shook almost uncontrollably," Mrs. Brof-"
She shook her head. Shaking her head she walked into the kitchen. Kenny looked between Eric and Stan, neither ready to move to the bed room to comfort their crazy friend. Shrugging, Kenny walked up the stairs as quietly as he could until he was at the familiar door. He quickly rasped on it waiting for a response.
"Go away, mom!" came a muffled voice. Kenny smiled and opened the door.
"but sweet heart," Kenny mockingly said in the most feminine voice he could muster," your father believes we need to talk! You know about how you became so cute, o fast!"
Kyle smiled slightly," shut up Kenny."
The blonde watched his friend as he wiped away tears with a stripped sleeved shirt. Kenny smiled and walked over to him, he wrapped his arms around the frail red head. The Jew leaned his head against the chest of the boy, enveloped his warmth.
"I can't believe your still wearing that." Kyle laughed into Kenny's shirt.
"What?"
Kyle tugged on the white scar still around the neck of the other boy.
Kenny smiled," what? I like it; it's warm and soft, and smells good….just like the little toy I'm holding right now."
"You're a weirdo," Kyle smiled, backing up out of his grasp," maybe you should go though; my mom's going to flip a cow if you're up here with me alone."
"What, is she afraid we're gonna sex it up?"
"Yes, she is."
"Then let's do it!"
"Shut up Kenny," Kyle smiled. He patted Kenny's chest hard," go home, it's getting dark and you'll freeze walking home."
"Nah, not with this scarf! I'll die of heat stroke first."
Kenny jumped the last two steps to find Eric and Stan waiting for him.
"How's Jew boy?" the once fat boy asked.
Kenny didn't say anything; he turned on a heel and left the house.