South Park: SafeGuard.
Elementary School is over for all of the boys, now they are in High School.
Stan Marsh, he's 17. The Second Oldest in the bunch. In the main group, that is. He's matured a bit more. He's taller than almost everyone. Except Kenny. Stan is a muscular jock. He has all the girls swooning over him, especially Wendy, but he still stands by the rule 'Bros before hoes.'
Then we have Eric Cartman. He's 16. He's the Third oldest. He hasn't matured at all, he's the average height. He's still a fatass. He's still evil too. He picks on Kyle a lot. He is someone that everyone tends to stay away from. Sometimes. He is handling himself quite well.
Next, we have the biggest perv. Kenny McCormick. He hasn't matured much either. He's 17 just like Stan but his birthday is before Stan's so he's the oldest. Kenny is also the tallest, and he has girls all over him sometimes too. Kenny has stood by the rule 'Bros before Hoes'...once. Kenny doesn't wear his hood up as much now. He sometimes brings it down. Depends on his mood. Kenny is still poor as shit. Can't blame him.
Finally, we have Kyle Broflovski. A 15-year-old .The youngest. He's quite small for his age. He has matured a lot, but he can be silly. Everyone always thought Kyle was going to be a nerd they were right. Although, if anyone does something that he doesn't like they'll get destroyed for it. Though, Kyle is the nicest out of the group. He can be a bit of an asshole. Sometimes.
Those are the South Park boys. The ones that grew up together. The ones that have done a lot of fucked up shit.
"Move over fatass." Kenny nudged Cartman. Eric scoffed.
"Fuck off Kenny! I'm trying to watch this!" Cartman shoved some cheesy poofs in his mouth.
Kenny groaned and leant his head on his hand. He looked around Stan's house in absolute bordem. He tapped his head with his finger. He then sighed. "Cartman! This is boring!"
"Shut up you poor piece of shit. Stan said I could watch whatever I wanted to watch!" Cartman said in his chlidish voice. Kenny rolled his eyes.
The stairs creaked from behind the both of the boys. Stan and Kyle walked down the stairs.
"Oh! The gays have entered the room." Cartman teased.
Stan groaned with annoyance. "Shut up Cartman we aren't gay." Stan sat down next to Cartman. "What are you watching?" He asked.
Cartman flicked over the channel. "Whatever this piece of shit is."
Kenny scoffed. "He keeps changing the channels. It's annoying."
"Cartman is annoying," Kyle mumbled.
"What was that jew boy?" Cartman asked turning his head to the red head.
Kenny and Stan snickered.
"Nothing." Kyle lied. He then gave Cartman a sly smile.
Eric frowned. "Fuck you." He said. He stood up. "I'm getting more cheesy poofs." He walked into Stan's kitchen.
Kyle took this chance to sit down next to Stan. He rolled his eyes. "You know, sometimes I wonder why we even invited him."
"Same," Kenny said, shuffling over to the others. "All he does is eat fucking food." Kenny snickered.
Stan and Kyle laughed.
"Yeah! I know." Kyle snickered.
Stan smiled. "It's Cartman what do you expect? Plus we're only doing this because my parents and sister aren't home for the week. If they were they'd find it weird that four High School students are sleeping in the same house." Stan pointed out.
"They'd think you and Jew boy were Gay." Cartman pitched in whilst walking into the room.
Kyle growled. "Shut up Fatass."
"Make me."
"I fucking will!" Kyle stood up.
Stan grabbed his wrist. "Whoa. Guys. No fighting in here." He dragged Kyle back down onto the sofa.
"Ha! You have to get your gay little boyfriend to hold you back!" Cartman laughed.
Kyle crossed his arms and huffed. Stan rolled his eyes. "After all these years you two are still always doing this."
"Shut up Stan." Cartman hissed. "You gay fag."
"That's a double negative," Kenny said. "That makes him straight." Kenny raised an eyebrow and then laughed. Cartman stared at Kenny.
"What? That makes no sense?!" Cartman exclaimed.
"Yes, it does." Kenny snickered.
Stan held in his laughter. He glanced over at Kyle, who wasn't impressed. Stan raised an eyebrow and blocked out Kenny and Cartman arguing. "Dude. You Okay?" He asked.
"I'm fine," Kyle said through gritted teeth.
"Uh. No, you're not." Stan said.
"Then why did you even ask?" Kyle said looking up at Stan.
Stan had to think about that for a moment. "Uhhh...look don't worry about Cartman he's just being Cartman," Stan explained.
The Redhead adjusted his green hat and turned away from everyone.
Stan rolled his eyes. He didn't know why he even tried. He turned to Kenny who was looking at him.
"What?" Stan asked.
Kenny wiggled is eyebrows at Stan.
Stan stared at him with disgust. "No."
Kenny laughed. "I'm kidding. Chill. You're acting like Wendyyyyy." Kenny teased.
Stan frowned. "Shut up!"
Kenny and Cartman both laughed. The boys all fell into silence. They just watched the News on the TV it wasn't anything interesting just normal South Park bullshit. Kenny laughed a couple times at the stupidest things that they would say.
Kyle sighed, breaking the silence a little.
"Dude. Stop acting like a whining baby bitch." Cartman said.
Kyle growled.
"You're not a dog." Cartman teased.
"Cartman leave him alone." Kenny randomly said.
Kyle's head perked up. He glanced over at Kenny who was frowning a little, which made Kyle question a few things. Even Stan was a little surprised. Cartman looked over at Kenny.
"..." He opened his mouth and then shut it. Cartman just turned to the TV. Kyle and Stan looked at each other with the same expression of shock.
Kenny never really did that. They both shrugged it off. Kenny ruffled his hair and then pulled up his hood and tightened the straps.
It fell silent again.
After about half hour of silence, Stan stood up. "Okay! This is really awkward for me so I'm going upstairs." Stan walked away. Kyle watched in silence.
"Wait for meh Stan!" Cartman jumped up, making all the crumbs that had fallen on his chest fall to the ground. "Come on you poor pieces of shit." Cartman laughed as he 'ran' up the stairs.
Kyle and Kenny were left alone downstairs, Kyle jumped a little after Stan's bedroom door shut. Neither of them moved. Kyle just rested his chin on his hand. Kenny glanced over at him, and then stood up and walked up the stairs, leaving Kyle alone.
Kyle sighed and followed him. Kenny opened the door and walked into Stan's room. Kyle followed him. Kyle then gently shut the door. He sat down on Stan's bed.
"So Stan. How's Wendy?" Cartman asked.
Stan turned around on his Office Chair. "Why?" He narrowed his eyes at Cartman.
Kenny and Kyle exchanged looks.
"I heard she was banging...Clyde." Cartman grinned.
Stan's eyes widened for a second.
"That's Bebe you idiot!" Kyle exclaimed.
Stan glanced over at Kyle and then back at Cartman. "Yeah, Fatass."
Cartman scoffed. "No, the other guy!"
"Tolken?" Kenny asked.
Cartman nodded. "Yeah, the black one." He mumbled.
Stan frowned. "No...she isn't," Stan said nervously. He rubbed his neck and then picked up his phone.
'He's texting Wendy.' Kyle thought. Kyle shuffled backwards on the bed so his back was touching the wall. He yawned.
Cartman chuckled to himself. "Yeah. I heard a lot about your whore girlfriend recently."
Stan growled. "Shut up."
Kenny leant against Stan's bedroom door. He rolled his eyes.
Stan's phone pinged. His face lit up. "HA! I KNEW IT!" He shoved his phone into Cartman's face. "Liiiiiiiiiiiar!"
Cartman grinned. "Pfft. She's lying."
Stan frowned. "Fuck off. She isn't." Stan sat back down in his office chair. He spun on it. "You are so lame Cartman."
"Uh no. Kenny is lame." Cartman said. "You guys not remember? He always leaves us for his chicks." He said.
Kyle and Stan looked over at Kenny.
He looked away from them and shrugged.
"He breaks the rule guys, just so he can get some flat chested shit," Cartman said.
Kenny pulled down his hood. "You can't even get a girl! So shut up Fatass!" He yelled. He frowned.
Kyle then frowned. He stared at Kenny.
Stan chuckled. "That's true Cartman."
Cartman rolled his eyes. "Oh yeah! Shut up Stan, your girlfriend is a whore. Kenny has most likely fucked her already!"
Stan stood up. "Take that back!"
"No, I won't!" Cartman yelled.
Kenny growled. "Shut up Cartman! You can't even talk to girls!"
Stan laughed. "Yeah!"
Kyle watched all of this unfold in front of him. His three friends all yelling. His Super Best Friend. His Best Friend and his Friend all arguing over the tiniest thing. Kyle pulled his phone out from his pocket. He typed in his PIN number and then pulled out his earphones from his pocket. He plugged them into his Samsung phone and then put the earbud into his ears, and clicked on a random song and just sat there.
He watched Stan and Cartman yell at each other, and then Kenny pitched in a little. Kyle rolled his eyes and carried on watching. This went of for at least half an hour. Kyle had enough. He stood up.
"Shut up!" He yelled.
Everyone went silent.
Kyle pulled out his ear buds and threw his phone onto Stan's bed.
They all looked at Kyle from his feet to his slightly red freckled face. Kyle clenched his fist down by his side.
"I came here to have fun! Okay?! We barely talk to each other in school! I thought this would be nice! We haven't hung out like this is ages, But no! We argue about FUCKING girls!" Kyle waved his arms about. He then inhaled a deep breath. "So Please. Shut up." He then directed his eyes over to Stan's closet and went silent.
Stan let go of Cartman's collar of his shirt. He then lowered his head, feeling bad. Cartman just crossed his arms. Kenny pulled up his hood and tightened it. Silence fell amongst them again.
"Aren't we ever going to be the same?" Kyle asked. He looked up at them all.
Stan watched Kyle unclench his fists. He then inhaled a deep breath. "I'm going home." He walked past all of them and out of the door.
They all watched in silence. Kenny turned to the boys. He flipped them off and then left as well.
Stan pointed at the door. "Get out Fatass."
Cartman stared at him in shock. He then frowned. "Fine! You fucking twat." He then walked out.
Stan lowered his arm and flinched when the door slammed. He sat on his bed. "Great." He mumbled. He looked over to his left. "Kyle's phone..." He picked Kyle's phone up. He then put it on his bedside table. Stan sighed.
"Kyle's right. We ain't ever going to be the same are we?"
(A/n:Hello everyone! It's KassiePhoenix! I'm sorry about any Grammar/Spelling mistakes I have Dyslexia and I'm trying to do as much as I can! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. As you can see shit is going down. If you are wondering this is a K2 fanfiction. Which is in the summary! This is my first fanfiction! I will try to update it as much as possible! Also if you're wondering why this story is called "I'll protect you" you'll see later on. ;) This is also dedicated to my Dear Friend Ricky! Hi!)
-KassiePhoenix