I'm bored so here's a short shitfic(that's what I like to call shit posting but with stories). Style fans, I promise I'll write something legit one day.
Kyle took a deep breath. It was back. The whole "stop bullying" campaign was back. Last time, it didn't end so well for him or Stan. And he knew that the raven wouldn't take his disapproval lightly, he never did. He sighed as he pushed through the students of South Oark High, making his way to the bathroom. All he needed was a moment alone.
Unfortunately, even that was too much to ask for. As soon as he opened the door, there he was, Stan fucking Marsh, with a shit eating grin. He spoke.
"Hey Ky-"
"No."
Before Stan could finish, the door was slammed shut. He frowned.
"Guess I'll convince you to do lewd things with me some other day."