SUICIDE TW

If you are feeling suicidal, please dial this number:

1-800-273-8255

This is a complete stranger on the Internet BEGGING you not to take the easy way out. Life has its ups and downs. And no matter how far in Hell it is, things always get better.

Thank you.

-Kysterion

It had been a few weeks since Clyde and Craig's funeral. The somber atmosphere still held it's place, but overall, things seemed to be improving. The amount of insults being thrown at people were slowly decreasing. Even that three way rumor that lead people into believing that our protagonist was a slut died down. Kyle was happy to say that he could walk down the hallways without people throwing condoms at him or being propositioned mockingly now. Things were getting better, and Kyle was starting to think that he could actually achieve his dream.

Until today.

He stood at his locker, writing in his diary.

December 2, 1989

Who would've thought that South Park High of all places would've jumped out of the garbage heap? I'm not saying that it's perfect or anything, but remember on the first day of senior year when all I wrote about was how much of a shithole this place was? Well it's slowly crawling out. People are actually being nice to each other! Maybe I won't die before graduation after all!

Speaking of death, Kenny hasn't talked to me about killing Wendy, Marjorine or anyone really. For that, I'm glad! It's a good thing that he can keep promise like that. Maybe he truly does love me. But I guess we'll never know.

Later today we're going to the 7-Eleven down the road. Odd place for a date, right? But alas, bonding over cold slushies isn't as weird as it sounds. It seems like we're actually becoming a regular couple.

I'm glad for that.

Kyle shut the book and leaned against the locker, sighing dreamily at the thought of him and Kenny staying together until the end of time. Unfortunately, they couldn't get married for real, the most they could do was never break up. Apparently "normal" citizens didn't want "muggles" like them to "ruin" their tradition. It sucked, but he knew it would be fixed one day. He just didn't know if he would be alive by then. Thankfully, the homophobia decreased after the funeral.

Still, it's around, he thought.

All sadness was flushed out of the red head when he saw Kenny hop towards him. He hugged Kyle and placed a kiss on the ear. "Hey beautiful," he said huskily. Kyle giggled and looked up with a seductive glare.

"Hey, we still on for 7-Eleven?"he asked. Kenny nodded.

"Hell yeah, I can't wait to freeze my brain again! It's been so long since I've done it..." He smirked at his lover, "Maybe it's because I've been having so much fun with you."

"We've only had sex once asshole." Kenny laughed at the comment. He smiled softly at the cynical red head in front of him.

"No, I mean it. Thanks for staying by my side even after the whole...you know." The comment made Kyle get rid of his jokester persona. He hugged Kenny tightly, smiling in the blonde's chest.

"Everyone deserves a second chance," he whispered. Kenny smiled and kissed the top of his head, making Kyle giggle. They slowly let go of each other.

"I should probably go now, see you later!" he exclaimed as he walked down the hall. Kyle waved with a love struck grin. Bebe, Craig, and Clyde however, stood next to him with a frown.

"And they lived happily ever after!" Bebe said sarcastically, "you really think he'll keep that promise?" Kyle rolled his eyes at the ghost of someone who made his life hell. At this point, he didn't care what she or anyone else thought. He did in September, and look what happened. Three people were dead, all three of which messed with him in the social ladder. So his boyfriend poisoned one and shot the other two. She scoffed, "Don't give me that look! I highly doubt that he's going to stop."

Kyle scratched the back of his head. He sighed, "Well, I believe in him. Come on Bebe it's been a few weeks. Good weeks. Don't you think he would've killed someone by now? Hell, he hasn't even talked about stabbing someone or whatever. Everything's going to be fine!"

"K-K-K-KYLE!" a voice yelled.

The four of them looked towards it's direction. There, a panicked Tweek Tweak was running towards his friend. He stopped in front of him, panting heavily. Kyle supported him, helping him calm down. "Deep breaths, deep breaths Tweek." The blonde nodded and did as told. Eventually, he reached a relaxed state and looked Kyle in the eyes. "Now tell me, what's wrong?" he asked.

"Craig...Clyde...they're dead." He frowned.

"Yeah...they committed suic-"

"No!" Kyle and the three ghosts behind him looked at him in confusion. Tweek balled up his fists, "No, they didn't! Craig wasn't gay for Clyde, I swear my life on it! I think somebody killed them..." Bebe suddenly laughed in the background.

"WELL FUCK ME GENTLY WITH A CHAINSAW!" she exclaimed. Kyle shot her a look before looking at Tweek anxiously.

"B-b-but that's impossible, they found a suicide note," he countered a bit too fast.

"It could've been forged! You forge stuff all the time, no?" Bebe smirked at Tweek and took a few steps closer to him.

"I am in love with this twitchy boy."

Kyle rolled his eyes at the ghost and took a deep breath. "Well, who do you think the culprit is?" he asked. Tweek looked around cautiously before whispering into Kyle's ear. The answer was enough to make his heart stop.

"I think it was your friend Kenny...K-K-Kenny McCormick! You saw the w-way he fought those two a few months ago!" he reasoned. Clyde sighed at the memory.

"Oh yeah, his punch hurts like a bitch. I wouldn't want to mess with him again. He'll crush you." Kyle stared at him worryingly, knowing exactly what the jock meant. It seemed as if Clyde was warning him to do the right thing. But was he really ready? He held Tweek's shoulders.

"Tweek, Craig was in love with Clyde, is that really so hard to believe?"

He nodded frantically. "Yes! He was in love with me Kyle, not Clyde!"

"Ha ha! Craig is a spaz magnet!" Clyde mocked. The raven growled at him.

"At least I don't have skin marks," he said. Clyde looked at his half naked body and gasped.

"Oh God no!"

"SKIN MARKS, SKIN MARKS!"

"STOP, STOP, STOP!" Kyle yelled, ending their childish argument. Tweek scoffed.

"Stop what? Kyle, what is wrong with you? I'm sorry but I have to expose the truth, it's for everyone's safety!" Bebe looked at Kyle knowingly.

"You know what to say." Alas, he did. But he didn't want to reveal the truth, not now.

"Listen, I know that this was faked! This entire suicide thing! Because Bebe was perfectly fine where she was, and Craig gave me this!" He pulled the forged letter from ages ago out of his pocket. Both Craig and Kyle flinched at the sudden reveal. Tweek continued, "Why would Craig write this if he wasn't into me?"

"Come on Kyle, you know what's going to happen if this boy is caught," Bebe said.

"Why would he invite me to his homecoming party?"

"You really want your childhood friend's blood on your conscience?"

"Are you listening to me?"

Kyle looked between the two frantically. Back and forth, back and forth. They kept going, one after the other. Finally, Tweek had enough. He turned around, "I-I'm going to go through his l-l-locker, feel free to join me." He grabbed his arm.

"Tweek no-"

"DO YOU HAVE THE GUTS?" Kyle let go of his friend's arms and chuckled. His face grew sinister.

"Tweek Tweak, you entertain me, you really do." Tweek cocked a brow. Why the sudden change in behavior? Minutes ago Kyle was nervous and defiant. Now he was just scary. The scariest thing is that the two of them were childhood friends. And yet, Tweek had never seen this face on Kyle. Anger, happiness, sadness, yes. Plenty of others as well.

But sadism never appeared.

"W-what-ngh! D-d-do y-you mean?"

He smirked and placed a hand on his hip. "Craig didn't write that note, I did." Tweek, Clyde, and Craig stared at Kyle in shock while Bebe was standing behind him, posing the exact same way. Tweek stared for a minute before chuckling nervously.

"N-no way...y-you wouldn't do that." His smile fell as Kyle nodded with a proud smile. The red head leaned into his ear.

"Bebe's Team put me up to it," he explained, "the whole school was in on the prank and nobody laughed harder than Craig. He didn't love you, he was a dick." He stood up straight again and stared at Tweek with a straight face. The blonde gulped and scratched his head.

"B-b-b-but he's dead..." Both Kyle and Bebe folded their arms.

"Move on," Kyle responded. He watched out of the corner of his eye as Tweek teared up and bolted in the other direction. When he disappeared around the corner, he balled up his fists. "Shit," he muttered. He looked at Bebe, who seemed to be full of it. Clyde and Craig were behind her, watching Kyle with disbelief. Said boy started to explain himself, "Don't look at me like that ok? I had to do it, I had to to hurt him! If Kenny caught Tweek looking through his locker he would've-"

"Killed him?" Bebe finished, "I thought the assassin hung up his twenty-six guns!" She got in his face, "Don't you trust him?" He looked towards the ground as the blonde waited for an answer. Thankfully, walked up to him, ending the conversation.

"Kyle, what are you doing in the hallway?" he asked, "the cafeteria isn't here. You should know that by now, m'kay?" Kyle looked at him curiously.

"Why would I need to go to the cafeteria?" he said as he made his way there. Mackey followed him and took a paper out of his bag. He gave it to Kyle, who read it over. "Shine a light! Join us in the cafeteria today at 1:40 PM to help us prevent teen suicide! Also being broadcasted on TV! Broadcasted? Suicide prevention?" He nodded.

"Yup, I signed a contract so that I could make a TV show. It's called Shine a Light, m'kay?" he answered. Kyle gave the counseler his paper back and opened the doors to the cafeteria for him. Inside were a colorful array of students, waiting for to the show to start. There were TV cameras and lights all around the room. He stood next to Kenny after Mackey walked in and took a microphone out of his bag. Kenny looked at Kyle.

"Do you know what this is?" He shook his head, regardless of the fact that just the fucking host just explained it to him. After what Bebe said, he wasn't really in the mood to communicate with this guy. He knew that she was right; he didn't trust him. Even after the calm aura of the past few weeks. Even after the promise, he just couldn't push what he had done to those three kids to the side. Kenny took the lives of people who could've grown up to become better than they were in the present. That's unforgivable, I have every right to be suspicious, Kyle told himself. But if that was the case, why did this black hole reside in his stomach? Perhaps it was guilt? This was the man he was in love with, after all.

His mini dilemma stopped at the sound of speaking. "Hello South Park! Welcome to my show, Shine a Light. Here, we will discuss our personal issues, and try to let go of them, m'kay?" Marjorine smiled, hopping in excitement. She looked at her raven friend.

"I've been waiting for this!" the blonde exclaimed.

Wendy rolled her eyes. "Why are you so peppy? Did you eat a brain tumor for breakfast?" Marjorine frowned and looked at the ground with tears in her eyes.

"Sorry Wendy..." she muttered.

They all watched as their guidance counselor climbed onto a table. "We all have problems residing deep down. Fear, regret, anxiety, all of that. But if we allow the light to punch those things in the face, we can take those ugly parts, and burn them, m'kay? So, does anyone here want to start?" When no one stepped foward, he sighed. "A little shy, are we? Fine, I'll start. My name is Theodore Mackey, I am a guidance counselor here at South Park High. I deal with kids' problems, but of course, I have some of my own. For example, years ago, I met this woman. Her name was Miss Chokesondik." A few kids chuckled. He continued, "We fell in love. Alas, it didn't last long, since she died a month later. I also got addicted to drugs, and became an alcoholic for a while. I told myself that I would stop, that this wasn't me. But it took me two whole years in rehab to recover, when it should've been right away..." The room stayed silent. took a deep breath and smiled. "Whoo! That felt fucking great! Come on kids, say something!"

Red stepped foward, "I actually really do care what people think..."

"My grandma died a month ago and I never showed her how much I loved her..."

"I hit my sister because I was drunk..."

The room went on a mini confession spree. Kyle was shocked to hear the opinions and stories of people he thought he knew. He thought about telling everyone that he killed Bebe. But that was going a little too far. He didn't want to be arrested after all. chuckled into the mic. He waved it around

"Alright! That's what I'm talking about! Now, who's next?" Everyone was silent. "Come on, you're in a safe place, m'kay? It's just you, me, and the rest of the world." Marjorine suddenly took a step forward. Before Wendy could say anything, she rose her hand and spoke in a powerful voice.

"I've thought about killing myself!" Everyone in the room looked at her in shock. Bebe cocked a brow and walked next to her. Even if Marjorine wasn't aware of it, the blonde was reaching out for her.

"Buttercup?" she said with a frown. Kyle watched as the mythic bitch watched her fellow blonde worryingly. Of course she would, he was just as concerned. But Bebe of all people? Perhaps Marjorine held a special place in her heart. Marjorine wiped a forming tear.

"I've thought about killing myself..." she repeated. Wendy gritted her teeth.

"What are you doing?" she whispered. pulled the girl away and placed her in the middle of the room.

He smiled at her, "Come on Marjorine, talk to us. Like I said, you're in a safe place, m'kay?" She took a deep breath.

"My kind of sort of boyfriend killed himself because he was gay for our quarterback. And my best friend seemed pretty stable but now she's gone too." Kyle squirmed at the mention of those "suicides." Her light blue eyes grew glossy, "I've had to take the bus to school and everyday I'm freaking out because shit! I'm on the bus again because all my rides to school are..." Suddenly, she broke down into tears. The whole world watched as a perfect girl crumbled before their very eyes. Kyle watched sympathetically, this was his fault. He took a step forward, but stopped him.

"Let her talk." He frowned and looked back at the frail child.

"Not only that, but the social hierarchy is so important here for some reason! Everyone fights for the top position, and all I can do is watch as friends turn on each other! I fucking hate it! I hate this tiny lifeboat that will sink unless someone is thrown off! And I don't want to be thrown off! I don't want to be pushed to the side because I messed up my wording, or because I wore that shirt I got from Walmart! It isn't fucking fair! But in the end..." She looked up, revealing the heavy tears falling down her cheeks.

"The weakest must go..."

Everyone was quiet. No one had expected this sort of thing from Marjorine Stotch. She was a part of Bebe's-well now Wendy's-Team. Didn't she have everything? Even Bebe was shocked. Kyle suddenly saw something he never thought he would see:

Bebe was crying.

"Buttercup I'm so sorry..."

But Wendy wasn't sorry. Wendy was pissed. Who did this girl think she was? She had everything, and because of a few suicides, she was going to bitch and moan? She wasn't even the victim! She had no idea what Bebe had gone through, or Craig, or Clyde! She didn't suffer like they did.

Marjorine sighed and smiled at everyone in the crowd. "Wow! That actually felt pretty good!" She was about to return to her spot, but before she could, Wendy pushed her back into the middle.

"What's your damage Marjorine?" she yelled, the crowd closing in. Several students loomed over her threateningly, making the blonde nervous. Bebe, Kyle, and Kenny watched the scene, two of which resisting the urge to beat the shit out of Wendy. The bitch continued, "Where's your school spirit, huh? You don't deserve to wear our school colors!"

seperated them. "Wendy that's enough, m'kay?" But the girl just yelled over his arm.

"Here's a good idea for you! Take your little lifeboat, and catch a gnarly wave over to Hell! I'm sure Bebe, Clyde and Craig would love to see you! Especially since you would be following in their footsteps! You were always a pro at that!" The crowd grew louder, Kyle and Bebe grew angrier. Marjorine looked at Wendy like she had just shot her in the heart.

"Aww look!" Red said, "Marjorine's going to cry!" Marjorine blinked and wiped her cheek. She looked at her hand. Red was telling the truth. She ran out of the cafeteria, reminding Kyle of Tweek too much for his own good.

"That's right, run you little bitch!"

"Run away like you ran away from Butters why don't you?"

"What a piece of shit!"

Wendy just stood there, panting angrily. There was no satisfaction on her face at all. When she realized what she had said, the anger disappeared. Fuck, she thought, fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK. She shouldn't have said that. Vice Principal Strong walked up to her, "Young lady, you are SUSPENDED." She didn't argue out of sheer guilt for what she had done. ooked at the cameras.

"Turn those cameras off, right now!" Kyle had enough. He stormed up to the staff member.

"Is that all you care about? TV cameras?" He shook his head.

"No! I care about saving lives! Wendy Testaburger ruined a valuable teen-" He was interrupted by the sound of Kyle's laugh. He looked up at him with a fake smile.

"Ha! Valuable, that's rich! Well guess what?" he pointed a finger in his face. "None of us want to be involved this shitty spectacle, of being experimented on like guinea pigs, and being patronized like bunny rabbits!" The adult took a few steps back.

"I don't patronize bunny rabbits, m'kay?"

Clyde laughed at the comment. He wrapped his arm around Kyle's neck. "This is their big secret baby! The adults are powerless."

Kyle balled up his fists, "Say what you want . But at the end of the day, Marjorine trusted you because you said you would protect her!"

"They can't help us. They can't help Buttercup," Bebe continued, a hint of anger in her voice.

"You're useless..." he muttered.

"We're alone in the ocean...we always have been," Craig finished. Kyle faced his peers, glaring at each and every one of them.

"And all of you are idiots!" he yelled.

Kenny approached his boyfriend. He reached out to him. "Ok Ky," he said, trying to calm him down before things went too far, "deep breaths. In and out...lets sit down, and we can just-"

"NO!" Kyle yelled suddenly. "I'm done staying silent! Bebe Stevens was a fucking monster! Just like Craig Tucker and Clyde Donovan! And guess what, they did not kill themselves! I DID!" Everyone looked at Kyle in shock and disbelief. Kenny bit his lip. It was over, they were going to jail. They were going to become someone's bitch, or get the shit beaten out of them, or something of the sort. Kyle wouldn't be able to go to Harvard, Duke, or Brown. And it would be his fault for dragging him into his world of despair and madness.

At least that was what Kenny thought until Wendy broke the silence with a scoff. She walked up to Kyle and rolled her eyes. "Some people will say anything if they think it will make them popular." Out of sheer anger, Kyle stormed out of the cafeteria, ignoring all of the laughter behind him.

"KYLE WAIT!" Kenny yelled, following after him.

It was quiet in the girls bathroom. That is until a small blonde burst open the door. She threw her purse on the ground and took out a small bottle of sleeping pills. She attempted to take off the cap, but it wasn't working. "Ow!" She looked at her now red hand. With a groan, she tried her non-dominant one. "Stupid childproof caps!" she said, her voice breaking. Wendy appeared next to her in the mirror.

"Aw look! Marjorine's going to whine!" she mocked. She leaned into Marjorine's ear. "How about I help you with those?" The blonde let tears roll down her cheek.

"SHUT UP!" she yelled, throwing the pill bottle across the room in frustration. To her surprise, it opened, resulting in several pills fall out. She walked over and kneeled down, picking a few up.

This should be enough.

...Why weren't they in her mouth now? Maybe it was because she didn't want to do it. She had...well...she had...her family. But that was it...

Wendy's voice loomed in her head still. "Just swallow them already. What's the point if your sorry ass is off the team?" Her head shot up. "Oh, you didn't know? Well now, you can bitch about it. Whatever, it's not like you didn't have it coming. You're not worthy enough to be a part of this fantasyland." Marjorine shuddered at the final thing she said.

"You're gonna die alone."

Die alone...

Die alone.

Die alone!

She put them in her mouth just as Kyle ran in. "No! No! No! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop, right now!" he yelled, forcing Marjorine to sit down on the floor. She watched as he kneeled in front of her. She looked away.

"Suicide is a private thing Kyle," she said, although it came out funny due to the pills in her mouth. He breathed heavily as he tried to convince Marjorine to spit them out.

"Throwing your life away...to become a US statistic...is the least...private thing I can think of!" Their eyes met.

"But what about Bebe, Craig, and Clyde?" Marjorine asked.

"If everyone jumped off a bridge young lady, would you?" His heart sank as he saw the girl in front of him nod slowly. He stroked her cheek. "If you were happy every single day of your life, you wouldn't be human. You'd be a game show host." They stared at each other for a brief moment before Marjorine spit out the death sentence in her mouth. She walked up to the trash can in the corner and threw them all away. Kyle grabbed the ones on the floor and the pill bottle, then followed suite. She smiled at him as he kneeled down, picked up her purse, and handed it to her.

"Thanks for coming after me," she said.

He smiled, "Don't mention it. We're friends after all." Marjorine froze at the statement. The events of the party, the graveyard, and the hallway all flooded into her mind. She hurt Kyle in all three of those, yet here he was, saving her life and calling her a friend?

"Friend? Even after what I've done to you?" she questioned. His hand reached her shoulder.

"Don't worry about that. All is forgiven." He gasped as Marjorine started to cry again. "O-oh God! Was it something I said?" He worried that he offended her in some way, only to be surprised by a hug that sent them both to the floor.

"Th-th-thank you...so much," she said in between her tears of joy. Kyle hugged her, smiling as she let out her now positive emotions onto him.

Kenny, however, wasn't so happy. He had watched the entire thing from the open door of the bathroom. Kyle should've just let Marjorine die there. She didn't need any help.

He walked to his next class, making a mental note to talk to him later.

The couple laughed as they watched the cheesy special effects of the movie they were watching. Kenny took a long sip from his slushie, swearing as he felt a sudden pain in his head. He laughed and leaned back on the couch, sighing dreamily. "Ahhh this is the life...numbing my brain cells with slushies, watching bad movies, and most importantly," he kissed Kyle's temple, "spending time with my adorable little Jew." The smaller of the two chuckled and got closer.

"Same here babe, you're my world..." His cheeks tinged a light pink at the comment, making Kyle smirk. "Awww, is someone flustered?"

Kenny cleared his throat. It was time, "No, but someone is confused."

Kyle tilted his head, his smile slowly falling. "What? Why?"

"Well, I saw Marjorine exit the school earlier, looking fine and dandy. You would think that she'd be depressed after what Wendy did," he explained. Kyle laughed nervously. Where was Kenny going with this? The blonde looked at Kyle. You could tell that he was waiting for a confession. The ginger bit his lip.

"Yeah...she was. I was looking for her and I found her...trying to overdose on sleeping pills."

His lover took another sip from his slushie. "And you saved her."

"Of course I did. I couldn't ju-"

"Why? She's done some shitty things to you. You should've just let her die alone."

Kyle looked at Kenny in disbelief. What did he just say? Why did he say that? He narrowed his eyes, "She's my friend!" He flinched when his boyfriend stood up.

"If she's your friend, we should've killed Wendy Testaburger, the bitch that made Marjorine Stotch want to kill herself!" he yelled. Kyle followed his actions and placed his hand on his right cheek. He smiled as he felt Kenny's form relax at his touch.

"No Kenny. You promised me." The other nodded hesitantly, resulting in Kyle leaning in for a kiss. Of course, Kenny made sure to close the gap in between them. It was soft, sweet. Beautiful, even. Surely, this particular one was Kyle's favorite.

"Don't mind me dad, I'm just going to make out with my boyfriend in the middle of the living room."

They broke apart-much to Kyle's dismay-and looked to their right. Stuart was standing there with his arms folded, scoffing at the couple. Kenny smirked and walked over.

"Well you know the rules son, no closed doors when company's over," he said through gritted teeth.

Stuart waved off the sentence. "Whatever, anyways, the paycheck came in today. The big one zero zero."

"You're saving it, right?" Kenny asked, "a few more of those could really help our family out." His chest tightened when his father started laughing.

"Ha! Saving it won't do shit! No matter what we do, we're always gonna be stuck here in our little Hellhole. I'm using it to go drink at Skeeter's bar," he answered. Kenny gave him a stone cold stare, one that even Kyle was afraid of. And Kenny would never use that on him. It's just that it was so intense. In fact, if it was possible, it would cut someone's soul in two. Stuart however was immune to this stare. He had recieved it too many times for it to have any effect on him, unfortunately for Kenny. "Well," he said, "I'm going to Skeeter's. Have fun bending over your little toy over there." He headed for the door. But before he could leave, Kenny reached into his pocket, taking out a pistol. He raised it towards the ceiling and pulled the trigger, laughing hysterically as his father's face grew red. "HEY! NO FIRE ARMS IN THE HOUSE!" he scolded, slamming the door behind him.

Kyle narrowed his eyes at his boyfriend. He shouldn't have done that, number one. Number two, he promised to leave his dangerous ways behind. Why the hell was this bastard carrying a fucking gun? Kenny saw the stare out of the corner of his eye and smiled. "Come on that was hilarious! It pissed off my dad!"

The red head growled and snatched the gun. Surprisingly, Kenny didn't object to his actions. He waved it around, "No, it wasn't! Why are you carrying a gun?" Kenny shrugged.

"It's a dangerous world out there." Kyle shoved the weapon in his chest.

"Yeah cause people like you are in it!" Kenny started tracing the edges of the item in his hand as the angry Jewish boy scolded him. At this point, he couldn't care less. He had to protect himself, Karen, Kevin, and Kyle. A gun was the way to go.

"You know what? I'm done." It was those words that made Kenny shoot his head up. He tossed the dearth machine onto the couch.

"W-what?" he said in between nervous chuckles, "Ky you can't be serious! You're only speaking out of anger, you don't-"

"NO!" Kyle interrupted. Kenny didn't respond to the sudden outburst, deciding that it was best to listen. He continued, "I'm sick and tired of your bullshit!" He looked away, not wanting Kenny to see the tears forming in his eyes. "I'm sick of it..." He turned around to leave the McCormick household for the final time, but was stopped by a hand clinging onto his. He looked back and was met with Kenny, who was begging for forgiveness with his eyes.

"Kyle I love you." It was true. He had slept with many people in his life. It didn't matter how hot they were, Kenny was only looking for a good fuck. That is until he met Kyle Broflovski. Before Kyle, he was numb inside. He wanted to just end it all. But then, he met him. A good hearted boy who just wanted everyone to be nice to each other. A scholar and a gentleman. He had changed his life for the better.

You can only imagine how shattering it was for him when the love of his life forced his hand away.

"Goodbye Kenny."

Oh shit Kyle what have you done.

Now Kenny's gonna-nevermind that's next chapter.

Also, we're almost at the end guys! Are you proud of me?