Third person

Kyle awoke on the bed in which he had slept, he began getting dressed for school. Soon though, he remembered being suspended, wearing something different, and getting high and drunk with the goths. Regret filled his body, his headaches liked someone was through stones into it.

Looking for clothes in his closet he was greeted with things he forgot he even had. A black beanie, black jeans and a black shirt that had a Hollywood undead symbol on it. Shrugging he tore his clothes off and greeted his body with new ones.

A light snickering was heard around the room. He turned to see a small fairy type creature who seemed to be bleeding. Walking over to the entity he picked up his pocket knife and quickly slit her throat. "Blood sample." he chuckled quite darkly.

Kyle moved towards the bathroom so he could look at himself. Everything seemed on point. The teen looked in the drawers looking for the eyeliner. After he had found it he finished on eye perfectly, he stopped at the second eye. "What am I doing." He dryly said to himself. Never the less he finished his eyes. He grabbed his mom's highlighter and started to define his assets. Finally, he combed his hair over one of his eyes.

Kyle couldn't even recognize himself in the mirror anymore, he looked like a totally different person. Stan wouldn't even be able to know it's him for fuck's headache soon overwhelmed him as he clutched his head in pain, he needed coffee. The male made his was down to tweeks coffee opening the door to he greeted by the smell of coffee.

He simply ordered a dark roast coffee, it would help more. Kyle sipped his bitter brew and winced slightly at the pain. He heard the door ding so he turned to see who it was. Well, what a sight, it was Craig Tucker.

Craig POV

I walked into tweeks coffee shop to find it almost empty, the only person in there is what looked like some cute goth dude. I got my coffee and sat next to him. "Why aren't you at school kiddo?" I chuckle like I had any right to lecture him. The boy yawns and stretches before answering. "I'm suspended, I'm guessing the same for you, Craig. So the cute goth boy knows my name, how nice. Looking at him closely he reminds me of someone, red hair, his voice- holy shit was this Kyle?

"Kyle?" I whisper, he turns his head to meet my gaze. "The one and only." he chuckles. So I get suspended for three months and leave south park to find Kyle completely changed, okay what the fuck. "Dude, you've changed since the last time I saw you, also you got suspended? Of all people you? I get you getting detention but suspension? What did you do buddy?" I laugh, what did this dumbass do. "Well, I cussed out our teacher and flipped him off," Kyle explains, sipping his coffee.

I have to give the man some respect, the Kyle I know wouldn't do that, not purposely at least. "Wanna go for a walk?" I ask, standing up by the door. Kyle just shrugs and walks next to me. Once we were outside the red head got a lighter and cigarette out of his pocket and lit it. When did the fuck Kyle start smoking? How much did I fucking miss! "You gotta light?" I ask taking out my own cigarettes. He lights mine and we continue walking until we get to his house.

"Wanna come in?" He asks blankly. I nod in response. To my surprise, Kyle doesn't put his cigarette out before going in, which strikes me as strange. "My whole fam is gone for like three months, I'm living by myself." I had to say, I was jealous. I lived inside of my car after being kicked out by my father after mother died. I follow the jew up to his room, his bed has a black substance on it which shows like a rainbow. I had no idea what it was and honestly didn't care.

"So Craig, when did you move back to town?" Kyle's tone never changed from his bland one. "I wanted to see my old friends so I asked my dad if I could stay with him." I sigh, he doesn't need to know about me being kicked out. "It's nice of your father to let you stay with him he seems nice." Those words were enough to rip at my inside, my eyes began to water. "He um he uh, he didn't let me stay with him." I quickly sigh, he would have found out anyways better to tell him now. Kyle stopped in his tracks and turned to me confused. "So where do you stay?" he kindly asks. I reply with a simple "My car." and get back on my phone.

"No." Kyle stays randomly. "What?" I really, confused. "I am not going to let you sleep and live inside a fucking car, you are going to live with me now." His tone changed into one of care and comfort. "Kyle no, I don't want to be a bother." without a second to spare Kyle engulfs me into a loving hug. "Craig, you would not be a bother, I would love to have you live with me, Plus being alone in this house is depressing and terrifying. Having no one talk me out of nightmares is horrid, please just accept my offer." He says, never once letting go of the hug, and never once taking a breath. "Okay, Kyle," I say, hugging him back.

He lets go and I can see his eyes were a little red, he sniffles and grabbed his phone. "Pose with me!" He laughs, I easily comply. He puts it on Facebook and captions it as "Guess who's living with me now!' this could be good. Without a second thought, comments start to roll in.

Stan Marsh: Wait for Craig's back? Cool

Tweek Tweek: How come he hasn't visited me yet!

Eric Cartman: Wait to live with you? Yo that's hella gay.

Butters Scotch: Why are your eyes red Kyle?

Stan Marsh: Wait are you actually gonna have Craig live with you?

Wendy Testiburger: Aw that's cute

Clyde Donovan: Craig come visit me soon!

Kenny McCormack: Yo this is hella gay I rate this couple 10/10

Token Black: Wait are they dating, these comments are confusing!

Timmy: TIMMAH

Bebe: Well this is different

Kyle Broflovski: WE AREN'T DATING

Craig Tucker: ;););)

Kenny McCormack: Eyyyy

Eric Cartman: Fucking fags

"That fucking fatass is so homophobic." I groan leaning back on Kyle's bed. "He is, but his settled down once he started dating Hedi turner," Kyle explained. Hm Cartman has a girlfriend, news to me. I was dragged out of my thoughts by the sound of a pocket knife. "Kyle what the fuck," I say. He doesn't reply but he stabs it into his dresser murderously. "Sorry." I hear him growl, this was so unlike him. He started walking towards the door before he walked out he turned to me and said

"Heh wait here, sweetheart."

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