So, for everyone who reads any of my stories, let's face it. In the beginning I'll be awesome and update really often. And then I'll go brain dead and stop. And then I'll be too lazy to pick it back up and will only update when I force myself to. (and I'm not very good at forcing myself to do stuff. -pokes name-) Sooooooo, I've got like, five more stories that I've started but have yet to get enough for a single chapter. I just have too many ideas. And this is my latest. I've been wanting to read a boarding school SP fic, but all I dug up was some awesomeness that hasn't been updated in forever and probably won't be any time soon, some freaking HETERO (BLEEEEEHHHHHH!), and something else that I'm just not motivated to read. SO, I'm writing my own! And, Pocket being Pocket, I will spontaneously stop in the middle of it and may possibly never finish it. :D
HOWEVER, if you've read my stories before, you know how much I ADORE reviews. And if you havn't, I ADORE reviews. I check them everyday, and everyday I'm disappointed when I don't have any. Hence the lack of chapters of the Pocket variety. SO, as you people seem to not understand this, review=updates. More I get, more I push myself.
Also, if you're a Pocket virgin, know that I have abnormally long A/Ns because it makes me feel special to tell random strangers on the internet about my life. I also occationally have burst of third person talkingness. You may also like to know that I have a deep loathing of every and all girls from South Park, with the exception of Henrietta and Wendy in Breast Cancer Show Ever. Wendy's a bitch, Bebe's a slut, the others freak me the hella out, any cweschuns? And... this is my first time attempting writing a story focusing on a single couple. I have extreme difficulty controlling my great love of almost every freaking slash couple. Therefore, most of them will be in here at some point. I have no idea where this is gunna go, but I never do, so oh well! :D
AND SO, after my first demonstration of my abnormaly long A/Ns, I present this.... thing. ENJOY~!
NOT DISCLAIMER: No, I will not disclaim it because this is a FANfiction site. Note the FAN part. In other words, it's written by FANS. If I owned South Park, it would actually be HAPPENING on the show. Freaking DUH. So, no. I will NOT put a disclaimer. All hail Matt and Trey. :D
In the sixth grade, Mr. McCormick was killed in a drunk driving accident of his own account. His family had received life insurance payment and set off somewhere to start a new life without the alcoholic. Kenny's friends were sad to see him go, of course, but they were still at the point where his constant deaths made it easy to say goodbye. It had been five years now since they'd seen him, and they were long since over it.
Saint Lyne Academy is located high atop a mountain in a place that no one ever seemed able to pinpoint. When taken to the heavily secluded boarding school, students were driven around in circles for so long that even the ones driving hadn't any idea of their location, other than they were following directions. It was a well-oiled place, where parents sent their naughty teenagers to be turned in to the intelligent, well behaving young adults that it was so well known for producing. So perfect were the graduates it emitted that it came to be know as Straight Line Academy.
And it was because of that reputation that Mrs. Broflovski chose it for her son. Now don't misunderstand, she had no doubt that Kyle was straight. That's not what was being implied at all. But even if she had been concerned about it, and that had been the reason for her sending him to such a pristine school, she would have chosen quite the wrong school. It may have even been better to keep him home if that had been her concern. No, she was sending her boy away for something that a mother concerned about her son's sexual orientation would have been thrilled to know of.
One party, alcohol and all, had a rather drastic effect on Kyle and, being drunk, he had been very close to having sex with Red in his front yard when his mother came outside. She was furious, and had decided on boarding school as his punishment before he was even sober. The boys and girls were heavily separated at the academy, only being together for classes. Their dorms, cafeterias, and court yards were at opposite ends of the grounds, and tall gates separated each of them from the school building. No, Kyle wouldn't be doing any inappropriate things with girls there.
Our story begins as he is arriving with a handful of others, aware of the direction only by the setting sun. They were greeted by equivalent handful of students, all clad in neat uniforms and sporting clipboards and shining silver badges. The school crest and a little banner that said "Honor" on it was carved into each and they seemed all too proud about it. Each approached a newcomer of the same gender, helped them gather up their things, and lead them off. The boy who came to Kyle was a bit short, thought not as short as Kyle himself, had neat brown hair, freckles, and a beaming smile.
"Kyle Broflovski, yes?" he asked politely, glancing down at his clipboard as most of the others quickly dragged away their victims.
"Yeah," said Kyle, forcing a smile.
"Matthew Kate," he said, holding own a hand for Kyle to shake. He did and Matthew seemed to delighted. "You can call me Matt if you like."
"Alright," agreed Kyle a bit uneasily as Matt took hold of one of his bags.
"Mind getting the other?" he asked, shifting it on his shoulder. "I'm not the strongest, you know?"
"I can get both of them," said Kyle, popping up the handle of his rolling suitcase and holding out his hand for the one Matt was carrying. "They're my things, after all."
Matt looked thrilled, happily handing it over and trotting off. Kyle kept up, staying close so he could hear what he was excitedly whispering to him with an accent he couldn't place and hadn't realized he had.
"Ya know, the usual response I get to that is, 'Fuck no, kid, carrying it yourself. You're supposed to take care of me, right?' I'm real glad I get a decent guy for once."
Kyle let out a little forced laugh. "Um, why are you whispering?"
"Huh?" asked Matt, seeming a bit confused. "Oh, yeah. Well, most of us aren't actually as perfect as everyone thinks. We just put on a polite face for our teachers, flatter 'em a bit, get 'em to trust us so they'll leave us alone. Most of us Honors are only Honors so we can give the other kids some freedom. We got a few who take it seriously, but they're not hard to get around. Can't let 'em here me talkin' like I do, though. They're rats. Honors gotta talk proper, ya know? They went and taught me not to talk with my accent. Feels all wrong. But if they hear me with it, I'll get my badge taken. Bad example and all. So, whatcha in for? They don't tell us anythin' 'private' like that."
Kyle blinked, having been a bit in awe of how much he could talk. It took him a moment to register the question. "Oh, uh, party. Got drunk, almost had sex on my front lawn, mom caught me. I'm surprised I'm still alive, actually."
"Ooh, yeah, that'll do it for some," said Matt nodding as they approached a tall, black, metal gate. He punched a code into the little keypad on it and it opened. They entered and Matt typed the code in again for it to close. Inside the boys' gate was a large building that was the cafeteria fancy looking courtyard, and five separate buildings that had arches in front of them baring the name of a tree followed by the word "House".
"What are Honors?" asked Kyle, figuring he had the basic idea but deciding to ask anyway.
"Head students," said Matt as they made their way towards one if the tree buildings. "There's one for each dorm house that's in charge of the students in their house. Five guys, five girls. We're supposed to control 'em and set an example. We also have to take care of new kids. We get 'em year round in little clumps."
He led Kyle under an arch that said "Oak House". Kyle couldn't help but ask.
"Ah, yeah, stupid idea," said Matt. "All the guys' dorms are named after trees. Girls' are named after flowers. But we're Oak House. Some of my guys like to call it the fun house. I really just end up with all the fun lovin' people by luck, though. Oh, and before we go in, what's your sexual orientation?"
"Huh?" asked Kyle, surprised by the question. "Uh, straight?"
"Homophobe?"
"Uh, no."
"Good! We've got our fair share of gay guys and they love nothing more than to flirt with homophobes. Amuses them. Amuses us, too. But if your not, they'll leave ya alone. You'll get a warm welcome. It's Apples to Apples night, so everyone should be in a good mood."
Kyle raised an eyebrow as Matt opened the dorm door. The little sitting area they entered was empty of people, though there were several abandoned shoes under the wooden coffee table.
"Aw, come on guys," Matt mumbled to himself, going over and pulling them out. "Told 'em a thousand times to not leave their shoes out in the open."
He moved towards a large door with a plaque that said "House Meeting Room", and motioned for Kyle to follow.
"Welcome to Oak House, Kyle," he said, taking hold of the door handle and pulling it open.
Loud cheering and laughing was the first thing Kyle heard. A hundred or so guys were huddled around little round tables in groups of about nine or ten. Each table had three stacks of card, two red, one green, and everyone had a small deal of red cards. Almost everyone was smiling and it was so loud that Kyle figured the door must be sound proof in order for him to have not heard it from the entrance room. Matt was looking at them fondly and the second one person noticed him they pointed it out.
"Hey, Matt!" he called. Everyone seemed to hear this one call and they all joined in, setting down their cards and coming over to greet him.
"Got the new kid?"
"Oh, he's so cute!"
"Look at those curls!"
"What's his name?"
"Where's he from?"
"He's even shorter than you!"
"Okay, okay, one at a time!"
Kyle was staring wide-eyed at the pushing guys who all seemed a bit too excited about his arrival. Matt was pushing them away and they were backing off but everyone in the back was still trying to get a look at him.
"Everyone, this is Kyle," he said patiently. "He's from South Park, Colorado, and he's straight. Not a homophobe, though. Let's not scare him off, please. Sorry they're so excited, Kyle. We haven't gotten a new kid in a while."
"It's fine," said Kyle nervously, glancing around. A few guys were hanging back, looking entertained by the commotion.
"Oh, and some peopleseem to have misplaced their shoes in my lobby," scolded Matt, holding up the shoes and softly glaring out at the crowd. "Come on, I'll find outs whose they are eventually."
A few guys came forward shyly and took them form him. He sighed. "Guys, come on, we got a good thing goin' here. Let's not blow it on something stupid like shoes. Alright, well, I know we all wanna talk to Kyle, but let's get him situated first. Where's Kenny?"
The name rang bells like mad in Kyle's head but he chose to ignore them. There had to be any number of Kennys in the world.
"Sleeping," said someone.
Matt blinked and looked at them disbelievingly. "On Apples to Apples night?"
"We tried to wake him up, but apparently he can sleep through ten of us banging on his door as hard as we can and screaming at him."
Matt sighed. "That's what he gets for staying up all night. A roommate'll do him good. Well, come on Kyle, I'll take ya to your room."
As they turned and left the room, someone called in a flirty voice, "Join our game when you come back, Kyle~!"
Kyle flinched slightly as they left, the tone making him uneasy.
"Don't mind them if they're a little flirtatious, they won't try anythin' on ya," explained Matt as they walked through a hall lined with doors, up a flight of stairs, and half way down another hall lined with doors. They stopped in front of a door labled 415. Matt knocked on it.
"Kenny?" he called. No answer. He banged on the door a little louder this time. "Kenny! Open the door, Kenny, your roommate's here!"
"Shut up, Matt, you've got a key!" came an annoyed voice from inside. "I'm a bit busy at the moment!"
Matt sighed and took out a large ring of keys. He searched through them for a while before picking one and inserting it in the doornob. He pushed open the door, and after a moment, gaped at the blond sitting on one of the beds. Kyle gaped at him, too. But not just because he was sitting with a laptop in front of him, headphones on his ears, and openly masturbating. He knew those baby blues anywhere, and the fact that he was watching porn just made it all the more obvious to him.
But as much as he recognised Kenny, it was nothing compared to how much Kenny recognised him. There was something about a flaming red jewfro that no one could possibly forget, no matter how unoften they'd seen it. And as he glanced up at the newcomers, he gaped, too.
"Kenny, what the-" started Matt but Kenny promptly cut him off.
"Kyle?"
"Kenny..." was all Kyle could mutter.
"Dude, your hair shrunk!" said Kenny cheerfuly, throwing off his headphones and sliding off the bed. He moved to hug Kyle, who backed away with a disgusted look on his face.
"Gross, dude, you're not wearing any pants!" he shrieked. Kenny blinked and then laughed.
"Right, right," he said, walking back to the bed and shutting the laptop. He'd only had a slight erection when they'd come in and it quickly went limp at he pulled on boxers and sweat pants. "So," he said, turning back to them with a grin and holding out his arms. "Can I get a hug now? I've been Kyleless for five years."
Kyle shook his head and stepped forward to briefly embrace him. "Never expected to find you in a place like this."
"Yeah, well, mom wrote a book, Kevin some how made it into college, and we all got part time jobs, so first time mom found an orgy in my room, we apparently had enough money to send me here," said Kenny with a smile, knowing he was referring to his previous poverty. "That's only two mouths to feed at home, so we're doing pretty well now. What about you? I know your mom's crazy and all, but I never thought you'd do something bad enough to get sent to boarding school."
"Well, of course it was Stan and Cartman's fault, really," sighed Kyle. "They dregged me to a party, I got drunk, Red and I almost fucked in my front yard."
"Red, seriously?" laughed Kenny. "She pretty fuckable now?"
"Fuckable enough when you're drunk," sighed Kyle.
"You guys, uh," interupted Matt shyly, making the two jump, having forgotten he was there, "know eachother, then?"
"Oh, yeah, we were real close in elementary school," said Kenny, smiling at him. "I moved in sixth grade and since I didn't have a phone when we left, we didn't really keep in touch."
"Well, as long as you haven't scared him off," said Matt with a small smile. "I'll let you two catch up then. When Kyle's situated, come down stairs. You're missing Apples to Apples night."
"Aw, damn, was that tonight?" groaned Kenny. "Man, I love that game."
Matt left them alone after handing Kyle his key, and Kyle began unpacking.
"So, how are the guys?" asked Kenny, leaning against the wall. "Cartman any better?"
"As if," scoffed Kyle. "He's still as big an asshole as ever. Maybe a little smarter."
Kenny grinned. "He been laid yet?"
"It took two bottles of wine and twenty bucks to get Wendy to do it," said Kyle, grinning back. "It was his birthday preasent last year."
"Nice," laughed Kenny. "She and Stan on or off at the moment?"
"They've been off since Freshman year," said Kyle, "and I don't think Stan wants anything Cartman's been in."
"True, true," nodded Kenny. "What about you? Had any girls since I've been gone?"
"Uh, Bebe for like, a week, but that was a dare," said Kyle, thinking. "Other than that, not really. Most of the girls in South Park are whores, ya know?"
"Yeah, that's why I liked it," said Kenny. "Not any girl action here. I kinda miss the boobs..."
"What, you been fucking guys?" asked Kyle jokingly.
"Well, yeah," said Kenny. "Gotta make do with what I can get, right?"
"So you're like, bi?" asked Kyle.
"I like to think of it as not having an orientation," said Kenny, smiling. "I'm just me."
"Yep, you," said Kyle, grinning at him, "big enough pervert that it doesn't even matter if it's got tits, so long as it's got a place to put your dick in."
Kenny laughed. "Yep!"
Kyle's smile faultered a bit. "You've changed."
"Huh?" asked Kenny, looking at him oddly. "I've always been a perv, you know that."
"Not that," said Kyle. "You talk more now. And you're happier. Stopped dying every other day?"
"Less often, anyway," said Kenny smiling. "I think I'm hitting a new record. It's been like, four months."
"Well, that's good," said Kyle, shutting his drawer and standing up. "So, what about you? Orgies in your room, huh? How long you been here?"
"I came half way through two years ago," said Kenny. "Mom came home one night when I thought she wasn't. She sent everyone out my window, didn't even let them get dressed. It was actually pretty hillarious. This place isn't so bad, really. 'Specially not in Fun House. Matt's just slack enough to let us have fun but still not get in trouble. He spent months convincing the principal to get us a sound proof door for the meeting room so we could be loud. He came up with all these crazy reasons."
Kyle smiled. Maybe boarding school wouldn't be that bad, after all.
Right, well, merry Christmas everyone! Here's your presant/torture. And for once, I'm not gunna bombard you all with boring stories of my deffinately not boring life... yeah... COW AIDS!
Like I said, this is my first shot at a fic with one main pairing. I do believe it's my first genuinely M fic as well... X3 You don't have to be nice if you don't want to.
Oh, and one more little thing. If you've read any of my other stories (seriouslah, go read them) you'll know I have issues with keeping my OCs down. And as you read this you were probably like, 'Oh, great, this Matt kids gunna eat up all the Kenyle.' Well, not really. He's just gunna mix it up a bit is all. The other guys aren't there, so I need SOMEONE to cause a little drama, ya know?
Hope you guys liked it! REVIEW GOD DAMN IT! Love you all! O#O