A/N; To MK, I'm really, really sorry, but I have no idea how to start your story. D; I'mma have a go after writing this chapter, but I'm still a bit in the dark as to how it'll turn out, and I'm really worried I'll fuck it up. :/
AND I'M IN A SLUMP. I don't know what to write, so I apologize in advance for the shittyness (and shortness) of this chapter, but really this is all that needs to be said for now.
Next chapter is Kenny!

And ohmygodohmygodohmygod. I have fanart. From the lovely Myurra-K. (myurra-kitty(.)deviantart(.)com/art/K2-Angel-For-Lilz-129314861 - without the brackets around the fullstop) Duuuuude, it's so awesome. Ilu, seriously.

"Angel."
A south park fanfiction by Lilzenium

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Previously: I can't face school today. I have a hangover that hurts like fuck and I'm not in the mood to learn in a classroom full of hormone controlled, shouting teenagers, so huddling in the blanket under the filthy table of what used to be a sleazy restaurant that's long since been abandoned, I go back to sleep. I sleep. And I sleep some more, until I wake up at 6:05pm and then I panic. I panic because there's something I have to do before Kyle's date ends.

I hurry to the pickup, where I search through the glove compartment for some paper and a pen. I eventually settle for a piece of a road-map that I ripped from our yellowing atlas and a blue biro with not much ink left that was under my seat. In my own, hideously messy script I scrawl a note, plug my iPod into my ears once more and set off at full-speed to the Broflovski's house.

So I drove by your home, To drop off a simple note. Saying: "if it's not too late, Can I call you up after your date?"

I pull a stick of gum from my pocket, chew it briefly and then stick it to the back of the note I've written. I then clamber out of the truck and stick it to Kyle's front door, praying with all my heart he'll listen this time.

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Chapter Nine: One word Text (Kyle)

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Tweek walks me home in companionable silence; a silence only broken by the gentle "hgnnn"s that escape his lips involuntarily. I smile and kiss his cheek before I run up the drive to my house. I see him walk away, and I feel dizzy. I feel dizzy because for once, something is going right.

And then it all crashes down when I see the note stuck to the door of my house.

I know from the first glance it's Kenny's writing. His elegant, yet messy script haunts me as I pluck it from the wood, and I wince as I work out he's stuck it with gum. *Kenny, invest in tape, I think, grimacing as my fingers get caught in the sticky mess that's been in his mouth. I read it quickly, scanning the page.

Finished, I rifle through my pockets, feeling for my mobile. My fingers wrap around it and I pry it from it's fabric confines - otherwise known as my jeans - and text Kenny.
"Fine," is all my message says.

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* This phrase was used by YouMustBeJoking in one of the reviews for the last chapter and I had to use it, because it's an awesome quote, so thank you for supplying me with it.