Oh. Ma. Lord!

Thank you, thank you, thank you to all my lovely readers! From the usual suspects (nuffink usual about you lot) to some fabbitantastic new faces.

This was going to go up on the Saturday, but my boyfriend called so I dropped everything for him. He lives overseas and I don't get to talk to him very often, so I got to talk to my lovely little Kenny cosplayer :3

Anyway, onwards~~


Chapter 2: Ode to My Family


The two walked in silence for a bit until Kyle stopped outside his house.

"So this is you." Alena smiled.

"Yeah, uh..." Kyle trailed off.

"Well?" asked Alena, "Aren't you going to invite me in?"

"Uhh... sure." shrugged Kyle. "Won't your mom mind if you're not home on time?"

"Nah, she's working till late." Alena shrugged.

"Okay." Kyle replied and smiled a little.

Kyle unlocked the door and stepped into the threshold.
"I'm back!" he called.

Silence.

"Hello?!" Kyle yelled. "Ike!"

"WHAT?!" yelled back a voice.

"I've brought someone home with me!" Kyle replied "Take off your shoes, my mom gets funny about dirt on the carpet." he added to Alena.

"Oh, okay." Alena obeyed.

"Kyle, that you?" Kyle's mom walked into hallway.

At the sight of the short, large, ginger beehived woman, Alena grabbed Kyle's arm.

"Mom, this is Alena Courtney, a friend of mine and Stan's." Kyle introduced "Alena, this is my mom, Sheila."

"Nice to mean you, Mrs Broflovski." Alena smiled, still gripping Kyle's forearm.

Sheila looked the young woman up and down.

"Are you staying for dinner, Elena?"

"If that's okay, ma'am, and it's Ah-lay-nah."

Sheila nodded her head and walked off.

"Courtney?" Kyle asked, once his mother had disappeared.

"What?" Alena snapped, jumping back to her usual angry persona.

"I think you're cutting the blood supply from my hand." Kyle pointed to his arm.

"Arse!" Alena jumped away.

The two redheads stood in stony silence.

"Wanna go to my room?" asked Kyle suddenly.

Alena glared.
"I don't know what kind of perverted thing you're up to, Broflovski," she hissed, "but I'll break your face if you try anything."

"You think that I would wanna do you? You're a fucking nutjob!" snapped Kyle.

Alena grabbed him by the front of his fleece and brought him close to her face.

"Don't swear at me, cockface!" she growled.

Kyle rolled his eyes and lead Alena into the living room.

A young boy with black hair lounged on the sofa, watching something on the T.V.

"Sit up, Ike." scolded Kyle as they approached him.

The boy, begrudgingly, sat up.

"Alena, this is Ike, my brother." Kyle said, not stopping as he walked between his brother and the television.

"Dude, is she your girlfriend?" asked Ike, calling after his brother.

"No!" yelled Alena and Kyle together, turning at the same time.

"Can I have her then?" Ike smirked.

"No!" Kyle cried as Alena looked disgusted. "You're ten, Ike, that's gross!"

Ike shrugged
"And?"

"Don't be so disgusting!" snapped Kyle. before storming away.

Kyle grumbled under his breath the whole way upstairs. He was still grumbling when they were in his room.

"Broflovski?" Alena asked gently.

"My stupid brother." Kyle started pacing, "He's just ridiculous!"

"Kyle!" cried Alena, grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him so close that they were inches away from each other. "It's not a big thing so stop being weird!"

Kyle stopped his rant and stared into Alena's eyes.
"You called me by my first name." was all he said.

"You didn't respond the first time." Alena shrugged.

Kyle realised that he was standing a little too close for comfort.

"You have really nice eyes." Alena whispered.

"Thank you." replied Kyle.

"What colour is your hair, Kyle?" Alena took a step closer.

Their bodies were practically touching.

Kyle didn't say anything.

Alena took off Kyle's ushanka and threw it onto his bed, unleashing his curly mane that he spent every morning trying to hide.

Alena was now running a hand through that same unruly mass of hair that Kyle hated and pressing herself against him.

"It's gorgeous, Kyle." she whispered, locking her arms around his neck "You should go to school without your hat on."

"Why did you invite yourself round?" Kyle asked, slipping his arms around Alena's waist.

Alena shrugged and rested her forehead against his.
"I don't know anything about you and I wanted to hang out with you."

"What are you thinking?" asked Kyle, looking down at her.

They were so close, Kyle could kiss her.

Wait, what?

"I need a piss." Alena said, jumping away from him "Where's your bathroom?"

"Third along the hall." replied Kyle, half frustrated and half relieved that he didn't kiss Alena Courtney.


Kyle had been sitting on his bed, just thinking, when there was a strange beeping from Alena's coat.

Kyle's curiosity spiked.

Getting off the bed, he walked over to the discarded coat and picked it up.

The beeping stopped.

Kyle reached into the pocket and took out her phone.

No password so Kyle was able to look at the phone.

New message. From Wendy.

"Stan said he saw u n Kyle leavin skol 2gether. Planning on asking him out? U did say he was fit ;D And u were really talkin wiv him earlier. Is it becuz u 2 sit together?"

Wait, what?!

"OI!"

Crap! Alena was back!

"What the fuck are you doing with my phone?" she yelled, storming across the room and snatching it off him.

"You think I'm fit?" Kyle was surprised. "What does that mean?"

"You don't touch my phone, Broflovski!" Alena hissed, throwing her phone across.

"Oh my God, you think I'm hot!" cried Kyle, realisation hitting him like a stone

With a growl, Alena pushed Kyle against his bedroom wall so hard that he slid to the ground.

She straddled him, pinning his arms above his head with her hands.

"You forget what I said." she threatened.

"You find me attractive." Kyle was stunned.

Alena sighed and rolled her eyes

"Look, Broflovski, I don't do the whole "Nice girl" act," she said, crossing her arms. "As soon I find myself acting nice to anyone, I act like a dick, alright?"

"Wait, what?" asked Kyle, now completely and utterly confused.

"Fuck it," Alena stood up, throwing on her coat, "I'm going home."

Kyle stood up.
"You're trouble, Alena." he sighed.

"Then why did you invite me round?" Alena replied "Why the hell even talk to me?"

"Because I like you!" Kyle cried, "Believe it or not, I wanted to he friends with you!"

Alena flung her arms around his neck, pulling him close.

Kyle didn't respond, he froze.

"Oh my God, you freaking idiot!" Alena cried, before wrapping his arms around her waist. "Hug me back, ignoramus!"

So he did, Kyle hugged Alena back.

Kyle never noticed that Alena was slightly taller than him.

"You're a moron." she smiled, "But, I like you. You're a good friend."

Kyle didn't say anything, he just held the girl closer.

"Hey, Kyle?" she whispered, brushing her lips close to his ear.

"Yeah?" he replied, his hands gently caressing her waist.

Alena smacked him across the back off the head.

"I can't make you think I like you too much. You're still an idiot." Alena gently kissed his cheek.

"Kyle!"

There was a knock at the door. It was Kyle's mom.

"Dinner!" she cried.

"Ready to meet my parents, Alena?" asked Kyle.

"You make it seem like we're dating." Alena snorted.

"Trust me, I talk to any girl and my parents automatically assume that we're dating." Kyle sighed.

"Your parents are really weird." Alena smiled.

"I'm Jewish." replied Kyle. "They think I'll end up marrying any girl I date."

"What?" cried Alena, letting go of Kyle.

"Yeah." replied Kyle. "Please don't hate me." he winced.

"I don't hate you, moron." Alena rolled her eyes, "It's just that I know some Jews and they're all "BE JEWISH!" she waved her arms around. "You're not like that."

Kyle laughed.


Dinner was silent.

Ike watched Kyle and Alena with a rather suspicious look on his face.

"So Alena," Kyle's father Gerald looked between the two teens. "How did you and Kyle meet."

"We sit together in class." Alena replied. "We were on the way home and Kyle invited me in. We're both going to Stan's tonight."

"Of course." replied Sheila "Stan's been holding his famous 'first day back' celebrations since middle school."

"You two sure you're not going out?" Ike asked.

"Ew!" cried Alena "No way! Like I would date a guy like Kyle!"

Kyle gave her a dirty look
"Gee, thanks, Courtney."

"Pleasure's all mine, Broflovski." Alena snapped.

"Are you Carla Courtney's daughter?" asked Sheila. "The one who was sent away to boarding school in England?"

"I wasn't sent away!" cried Alena "I went of my own free will."

"That's not what your mother says." Gerald shook his head.

"I know!" cried Ike "You're that girl who got arrested in New York for punching that police officer!"

Kyle stared at Alena.

A fight? Punching a police officer? Arrested?

"I'm out of here!" yelled Alena, jumping to her feet.

Kyle stood up too.
"Alena, I..."

Alena glanced round at Kyle and their eyes met.

"You're alright, Broflovski." she smiled gently. "I'll see ya tomorrow."

She walked off to get her coat. Moments later she left.

Kyle sat back down on his chair, seething.

"I knew she looked familiar." Sheila shook her head.


Alena slipped the key into the lock and opened the front door. She didn't bother calling out, because she knew that there would be no one home. She walked to her room and flung herself down on her bed.

Images of Kyle flashed through her mind. Him smiling, angry, frustrated, surprised, confused, scared, embarrassed. Then the one of him in pain filled her head. A strange feeling filled her stomach. She was angry. Angry at herself for hurting him.

"GAH!" she yelled, thumping her bed "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?!"


Ode to My Family - The Cranberries


I'll see you awesome guys in the next chapter ;D

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~Allie