Apartment
Kenny X Kyle
Written by JEL
Third person P.O.V.
"Aw, no, fuck!" Kyle Broflovski cursed as the door clicked behind him. As soon as the door began to shut, Kyle had realized that he'd forgotten his keys. He desperately tried to open the door by miracle, but it was useless. He was locked out. Kyle kicked a piece of trash in frustration.
Kyle had moved into the apartment complex not two days before, and already he was beginning to cry. That whole day had been completely stressful. Not only had he dented his car, and not only had he almost been late on first rent, but he'd also had to lug a full living room set all by his lonesome. And to make that worse, the lightweight couch he'd paid over $400 for, wouldn't fit through his doorway. Kyle had eventually gotten the couch in, by twisting and pushing for half an hour. The day started to turn around when he'd unpacked all the furniture. All he had to do then was throw away all the trash in the dumpster outside, and his day would be over. But, like an idiot, Kyle had forgotten that every door that lead out of the complex locked after you shut it. And then here he was.
Tear welled in Kyle's eyes. This was the worst. Why hadn't he just stayed at his parents house for a couple more years? That would've been so much easier. But NO, he just HAD to be an independent adult.
Now that he was stranded, he tried to think of things that would dry his eyes. It wasn't any use. Kyle was just about to break, when he'd heard the door behind him open.
A blonde haired man with an orange hoodie stood in the doorway. He even looked to be around Kyle's age. "You okay? Locked out, huh?"
"Yes! Yes, thank you! You're a saint!" Kyle clasped his hands together, his heart filled with joy.
Blondie laughed. "Actually the opposite. But you must of just moved in, right? Forgot your keys?"
He lowered his head, laughing with him. "Yeah… thanks, again."
The guy saw the pile of trash and pointed. "Need help with that?"
"Oh… no, you don't need to do that."
"Aw, c'mon. I don't mind. Here." He picked up the pile effortlessly, throwing it in the dumpster. He dusted off his hands with satisfaction. "See? Easy. Not a problem at all."
"… Thanks, again… again…" Kyle stared at his shoes.
"Don't mention it. Hey, what's your name, by the way?"
"Huh? Oh… It's Kyle."
"Nice. I'm Mr. 214. A.k.a. Kenny McCormick. Oh, let me guess; you moved into 212, right?" Kenny held open the door.
"Uh, yeah…" Kyle walked through, as implied.
"I knew the guy that lived there. Real wack job, if you know what I mean. I could hear him screaming at his girlfriend from all the way down the hall. When I'd pass him in the hallway sometimes, he'd give me a look like he was pissed at me, although I never really talked to him."
"Sounds pretty weird…"
"Yeah, really was. Anyway, you live alone? Girlfriend or wife, any kids?"
"Oh, god no. I'm WAY too stressed to just take care of myself. I mean, I'm so flustered, I forgot my keys, like an idiot."
"Shame. Ah, you can never know, you might change your mind."
"Yeah, sure… You live by yourself?"
"Yep. Just how I like it."
"And it's a shame for me to live alone?"
"Hey, I bet you didn't live in a run down house full of drunks who constantly screamed at each other. It was a struggle to just sleep at night, especially when Karen couldn't sleep either…" Kenny trailed off in thought.
"Karen..?"
"Oh, my little sister. She was really the sweetest kid. It took me a while to finally decide to move out, because I knew my mom wouldn't let me take Karen. I haven't seen her in a while, but sometimes that happens. You have any siblings?"
"One. My little brother, Ike. My parents adopted him when I was five."
"Cool. Well, here's my place. You gonna get home okay?" He joked.
"I don't know, dude. Dark and scary hallway, you know?" Kyle continued his way to apartment 212, listening to Kenny disappear behind his door.
Maybe this day was turning around, after all.
END PROLOGUE
I've been pretty into K2 lately, though I'd give it a shot.