Author's Note: Yes, it's me again. If you don't already know me, then hello! I am known as Yukino, who is also currently writing a Kingdom Hearts fanfic, Suspension. Read that too, if you want. :) But yes, this fic is a South Park one, and it's a KyleKenny too (with a bunch of other couples)!

SO ENJOY EVERYONE!!

Disclaimer: No, I don't own South Park. Sucks, doesn't it?

Warnings: Extreme yaoi, possible rape, drug use, alcohol use, and more! You have been warned.

Chapter One

All stories start out start out as a normal day, right? You wake up, get your clothing on, meet your friends, and the magic happens, right? Everything's all one big fairy tale, right?

Wrong.

Morning at my house is never all that great at all. We have my alcohol-addict father, my uncaring mother, "special" brother, a little sister, and myself, Kenny McCormick, living underneath this cheap roof. Did I happen to mention that we're the poorest family in all of South Park? Oops, guess so. But anyway, mornings here aren't that great. I usually just throw on my orange parka and rush out without even breakfast, afraid of what my parents have in store for the topic of the day. Today was no different, and besides, I had somewhere to go.

You see, for the past few years of my life, I've had three really good friends; Stan Marsh, Kyle Brofloski, and Eric Cartman. Well, Eric is probably the least liked out of all of them, but he still hangs out with us anyway. Most of our adventures started in third grade, and we continued them up til now, in twelfth grade. Of course we would've continued; hell, they were the greatest years of my life! But paradise can't last forever. Stan had only told us a few weeks ago that he was moving away to Florida, far, far away from our small town in Colorado.

Obviously, we all took this to the heart, and knew we would miss him greatly. Kyle had been having the worst attitude, though, being Stan's best friend. And yesterday, Stan and his family had finished packing, and moved away, leaving the rest of us Stanless and… well, down in the dumps. I knew Cartman wasn't taking it that badly, simply eating those damn Cheesy Poofs and becoming fatter by the second to get his mind off of his good friend ("They're my anti-drug!" he claims, although we all see the used needles in his room, carelessly hidden away from us).

I guess I'm taking it okay, looking through some old pictures of the four of us, happy and filled with laughter. I hadn't taken these pictures, though; Stan had, and given them to me as a present, since we're too poor to actually own a nice camera.

And Kyle—sheesh, I don't even know what he's going through! I've never lost a best friend like he had (I think I've never even had a real best friend before, just a bunch of good friends), so I have no idea what he could be going through. So, the objective of the day?

Make Kyle feel better, of course.

In no time at all, I had arrived at his house, which was much better looking than my own. I rang the doorbell, and only a few seconds later did Kyle's little adopted Canadian brother, Ike, open the door.

I'm not sure how old he is now—ten, eleven?—but he still had that cute little face he had when he was younger. "Hey Ike," I said, muffled through my parka, "is Kyle upstairs?"

Ike didn't seem to understand exactly what I was asking for until I said 'Kyle', in which he pointed upstairs and sped away, probably not wanting to hang out with me any longer. I faintly smiled, happy to know that my favorite Jew was still in the house. I reached his room in no time, and didn't even bother to knock on his door, opening it and almost gasping at the site that was before me.

Kyle was lying on his bed, his regular outfit on but his hat off, letting his red hair out. He had recently gotten into the habit of straightening it, so it looked much better than it did as an afro, but still a bit funny looking. It was now falling just below his ears, and he had grown bangs, too. Today, though, instead of the hair being nicely brushed, it was knotted and dirty looking. The yarmulke that was usually on his head was on the floor, almost a bit crumpled. There was a beer bottle on the floor, drained completely, and there was another one in his hand, only half full. His room was a bit of a mess, so it was hard to get to the bed where my friend was now.

"Kyle!" I said, taking off my hood. My blonde hair fell over my face, but I shook it back quickly. "Shit dude, what the hell has gotten into you!? You never drink! What's your mom gonna think when she sees this!?"

Kyle looked up towards me, grinning at the fact that I had actually taken my hood off, an act almost never done. "Wasn't expecting you here," he slurred, the stench of alcohol reaching my nose. Of course I had drunk a few bottles before in my life, and was used to the smell, but coming from Kyle… it just seemed wrong. "Mom and dad are out, the only person who knows I'm drinking is Ike, and it's not like he'd tell them."

"Dude, I've been worried about you. You seemed really down when Stan left, and—"

As soon as I mentioned Stan's name, Kyle glared at me, taking another drink of the beer. "No shit, how fast did it take you to figure that one out?" I glared right back at the redhead, lightly smacking him across the face before taking away the beer bottle. His eyes widened and he reached his hand out to grab it, but he couldn't reach. "Fuck! Kenny! Give that back, right now!"

It pained me to see my friend like this. He would've never done this if Stan didn't leave, and it seemed as though I was getting a look at Kyle's new future, spiraling downwards right before my very eyes. "Kyle, this is for your own good," I stated quietly.

The Jew blinked once, twice, three times before he sighed, sitting up in his bed. "Yeah, I guess," he murmured. "Stan wouldn't like me doing this anyway, right?"

This made me smile, putting the beer bottle on the ground. "Yeah, that's the spirit!" Kyle smiled back at me, almost making me blush. Yes, blush. Alright, let's get this out right now: I am gay.

Well, maybe not gay, but definitely bi. The only one who knows about this is Stan, who I had told the day before he left. He didn't really care, he was only happy that I admitted it. Of course, though, I didn't tell him who I went bi for.

And that would be Kyle.

Truthfully, the guy isn't all that bad looking. Now that he's straightened his hair, it looks a bit more natural, and much hotter too. We may not be of the same religion, but that doesn't mean I can't love him, right? The only thing separating me from him is the fact that I believe he is straight. He's been on and off with Bebe, and hasn't really shown any signs of being the least bit gay.

Right now with Kyle, he's "off" with Bebe, but everyone at school is expecting them to get back together soon enough. Some claim it's true love, but others think it's only for the sexual drive the two of them get when together. They've 'done the deed' countless times before (as have most of us at school, even Cartman!), but it's only with Bebe and Kyle that you actually know when they've done it.

But, I'm digressing. Kyle had realized that drinking was bad, huzzah. "Come on, we should go outside, right? Maybe catch a movie, you need to be out doing things, not moping around!" I said, hoping that he would say yes. Mostly, this was just for the good of my dear friend, but hey, this was also good for being alone with Kyle.

Kyle had (thankfully) agreed, him getting his hat and me putting my parka back up, and in less than five minutes, we were both outside, on our way to the theater for a good time.

Until, of course, Cartman showed up.