Chapter: 1: Fool.
Disclaimer: I do not own south park. Damnit!
Rated: T.
Warnings: Gay themes. Language (Of course).
Note: Here's the actual beginning of the story. I finally decided how I wanted things to go. I spent awhile thinking of how to lay the story down. Okie Dokie? Hope you like it. Sorry it took long to update, enjoy.
Don't enjoy. Don't enjoy. Don't enjoy.
Don't read. Sucks. Don't read. Sucks.
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Fool.
Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.
The ball seemed to never go still. Sweat soon broke as I swirled myself around the taller teen, known better as, Craig Tucker. Him and I are known as the best basketball players on the team, since Stan and I hardly talk- I'd say Craig was the one to always receive an earful when I was mad or upset.
I guess you could say we were friends. Nothing more, and nothing less. He was just someone I could count on, even though I don't trust him with anything. Craig has had many roomers about him get shot back and forth, mouth to mouth, scream to scream, whisper to whisper. Though, none of it really stopped me from talking to him. I never really listen to what people have to say anymore.
After all, we are teammates. Teammates and nothing more. As I slid forward, my sneakers squeaking against the court I passed the bouncing basketball to Craig, who caught it was ease and threw it into the hoop above him. Score.
Even though my life is in complete hell, I just cant stop playing basketball. It's like my getaway. It's overwhelming, it keeps my mind off of every possibly problem in my life. When playing basketball; it's just the hoop and me. Just the hoop… That's all I worry about. I don't worry about school, home, my parents, Cartman, Stan, Craig, nothing. I worry about absolutely nothing. If basketball was taken from me…
I don't know what I'd do.
I'm sure all of you think it's just a silly sport, but when your someone like me, it's much more than just a simple ball being thrown around and dribbled- it's a ball filled with nothing but your mind. When you let go of that ball- it takes your worry with it. Oh god, just listen to me, I sound like a "pussy-Jewish-Girl", as Cartman would call me.
Did I ever tell you about Cartman? Well if I have, here's a recap anyway. Eric Cartman, the quarterback for the south park football team. To think a fat fucker like him would make it as quarterback. Besides this, Cartman is just an asshole who thinks he has the power to control anyone in his life. Not only that, but he thinks he's better than everyone else around him. For example: Me.
I've been his target since forever. He's a sick, twisted, mind controlling, bastard, who spends his free time stuffing his face with food and watching old reruns of Terence and Phillip. He spends his school career arguing and fighting with me. Not to mention I cant go one hour without being called a "Jew" and many other things that are childish attempts to anger me. But, I have something Cartman doesn't have and that's; Self control.
Out of everything Cartman does and is, he does not have self control. One word that insults him in any shape, way, or form and BOOM, smack to the face, punch in the jaw, pulling of hair, kick in the balls. I can list many other violent things he's done in the past- but it's a really long list.
So far, Cartman's been laying back for awhile, It's been awhile since he's gotten into an extreme fight (which by the way, always involved me). Oh yeah, we've gotten into so many fist fights in the past it's not even funny. He actually broke my nose when I turned fifteen. I'm not joking either, my fifteenth birthday present from him was a punch. I wont lie, it was a hell of a punch too. He was mumbling something about making my 'Jew nose' even bigger now- but I was too pissed off to listen to what he was saying at the time.
Eh, sucks for him because my nose didn't get bigger at all. I don't even find my nose to be all the big anyway, it's normal size, right?
"Kyle! Pay attention!" Craig snapped jogging past me. I shook my head and came back from my thoughts looking around. Fuck. Leave it to me to wonder away from a game like that. I looked up at the score board and frowned. We were losing. Never, have we lost a game in two years. We were usually unbeatable. I could sense Craig death glaring me from the other side of the court. He was always a sucker for losing. He couldn't stand it, if he lost- he'd always blame someone and this time I think that 'someone' might be me if I don't get my ass in gear!
I jogged up to Craig, "Sorry dude." I panted and watched as the other team passed the ball to someone behind me. I jumped up catching the ball and landed back on my feet, dashing back towards the other side of the court, racing to the hoop. There it was, everything was gone. I jumped into the air, the ball left my hands, and there. It was gone. Everything was gone. The only worry I sensed was that the ball wouldn't go in…
It did though, it slipped in like butter and the score increased. I could see Craig smiling and run over to me holding his hand up waiting for a hi5. I slapped my hand against his and walked over to the sidelines, grabbing a cup of water.
"Nice shot. Two more, and perhaps more, and we've got this game for sure." He told me in a matter-of-fact tone of voice. Craig always preached us with statistics when it came to our games. I nodded at his statement and looked over at him with a smirk.
"Just give me the ball," I said, "And you've got yourself another game to cheer about." I heard him chuckle slightly and pat my back a little harshly.
"Alright Kyle, don't let me down." he started backing away getting ready to go back into the court. I raised an eyebrow at him, He laughed again, "Fine, fine. Just win us the damned game." he yelled amused.
He could read my expressions like a book sometimes. Me, let him down? Never. At least I hoped not… Oh no, here comes negativity. Damnit. I jogged with Craig as the break ended and we began to play the last minutes of the game.
No more than thirty minutes later that game had ended and the team headed for the locker-room, all of them jumping and cheering for yet again, another victory. Craig was standing on one of the benches screaming his lungs out about how awesome the team was and how awesome the passing game was. I shook my head at his over-dramatic cheering and changed into my formal clothing. I packed everything into my duffle bag and headed for the exit.
Just as I left the school and walking outside, footsteps were heard behind me. I turned around, my hair blowing in the wind, my eyebrow cocked slightly and looked at Craig's running feature. He slowed to a walk when he came beside me.
"Nice game! You never fail to let me down." He told me with a grin. I turned towards him with a bored expression and waited for him to continue. The game was over now, so I was back to my silent and very dull self again. He smiled, "I thought you were going to let me down back there. Thanks again. Y'know how I hate losing."
"Yeah." I answered shortly and continued walking, him still following. It was cold outside, as always, and snowing. It was the large type, so beautiful, so calming, yet- it never seemed to want to stick together and create an even more beautiful blanket of snow over all of south park. This stuff would just melt and become annoying.
All good things have their faults though. Everything. I walked beside Craig in complete silence. What was there to say? What was there to do? We'd just walk together. Walk together and nothing more.
Never anything more. Nothing in my life would ever become more than what it's worth, because my life wasn't worth anything. Nothing, nothing but suffering.
Was I a fool for acting the way I did?
Was I a fool for never seeing how good I actually have it when it comes to my life?
Am I a fool for never really wanting to accept the way things are?
Though tell me, tell me why I'm the one who has to be a fool?
What a fucking pity-party.
A/N: Wow. So that sucked completely. That wasn't even worth the words. =] Oh well, I don't just want to jump into things quickly, I first want to get Kyle's feelings known and how his character is going to be in this story. The next chapter will be when everything actually begins with Cartman. So get ready! Sorry if you didn't like it. =D To tell you the truth, I didn't know how to start off, so I started with yet another introduction of Kyle telling you about his views on life and how he feels. Either way it's crappy! Omg yay, another fail! :)