Good Morning, Starshine!
Pebbles were being thrown at Kyle's window. The disgruntled redhead sat up, stretching. He felt around for his hat, eyes barely open. He pulled on the ushunka and pulled himself to his windowsill, peering outside. He was only slightly upset he'd been—
"Kenny, it's too fucking early—"
"Kyle! Hey, Kyle! Hey!" The blonde waved up at him, a baseball bat on resting on his shoulder.
They yelled at each other for a while before Kyle realized his window was still closed. He pushed it open. "Kenny, what?"
The exuberant boy proudly presented about a dozen bananas on a crate. They'd probably come from the gift truck Cartman had given him for his birthday. Prouder still, he raised the bat over his head and brought it down on the fruit. Again. And again. Thus sending mush all over.
Kyle stared down at him. "…Right."
Kenny grinned up at him, disregarding the bits of banana on his face. "You going to Stan's later?"
Kyle nodded.
"I'll see you there," he called, blowing him a kiss.
Kyle felt his hand go up to hold his head. "Yeah, Kenny," he muttered, slamming the window shut. Sighing, he pulled the blanket back up over his head and flumped back down to sleep.