Kyle threw the covers off of him when he awoke that morning. Kyle Broflovski was not a morning person. He hated waking up and hated getting ready for the day even more.
Grabbing a clean pair of boxers, T-shirt, and jeans he made his way into the bathroom for a shower. Turning on the water he found that someone had used all the hot water. "Ike!" He hollered irritably. Not waiting for a reply from his little brother he turned on the shower head and stepped under the cold spray.
After cleaning every inch of his body and sneezing a few times from the cold he got out. He dried himself off before putting on his clean clothes. Drying his hair was a pain so he always saved that for last. After he was dressed and dry he went back into his room and threw his pajamas on the floor. He then grabbed his backpack off his desk chair and went down stairs.
"You used all the hot water." He accused his younger brother when he entered the kitchen. Ike was sitting at the table eating his breakfast before Kyle like every morning.
"No I didn't." Ike lied calmly. Kyle grunted and sat down at the table.
"Yes you did."
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Kyle huffed as he sat down in his usual seat next to Stan on the bus. Stan was used to his best friend's crankiness in the morning and therefore did not bother the red head until they arrived at the school. Getting off the bus, Kyle went straight to his locker and shoved his backpack into the metal rectangle and grabbed his French text book for his first period.
When he arrived to his French class he found his favorite French boy sitting at a desk in the back row staring out the window. Christophe took no notice of his boyfriend sitting next to him, ticking the red head off.
"Hey," Kyle greeted through clenched teeth. Problem was he was talking to the Mole and the Mole wasn't a morning person either. "Tophe." Kyle hissed at the brunet. The Mole looked over to him with cold eyes that would normally tell Kyle to calm down and just wait until Christophe decided to grace him with his presence. But this morning Kyle was extra annoyed. He needed his French boy or he wasn't going to feel any better anytime soon. Sure, he loved both sides of Christophe but sometimes the Mole just got under the red head's skin. "Dammit Tophe, talk to me."
Christophe chuckled darkly. "Someone's cranky this morning."
"Fuck you." Kyle muttered hitting the brunet in the back of his head. Christophe took his hand and kissed it lightly.
"My place or yours?" He asked deviously. Kyle blushed and pulled his hand away.
"…Yours." Christophe grinned before turning back to the window. "Hey look at me!"