Kyle's POV
Ok, Kyle. You go up there and if that person wants to jump, what should you do? My first idea is to call Kenny but then the idea just hit me, I call up Tweek just because approaching the door.
"Kyle? What's going on? Is that person Ok?" I hear Tweek's shaking voice from the receiver.
"I don't know yet Tweek, I haven't made it to him. Put me on speaker, I need to talk to you and Kenny" He does just that and soon I hear Kenny's voice too. "Ok guys, I don't think this guy would take it well if he find out I'm calling help so I'm gonna leave the call up until I know it's safe. Be quiet and if I tap the phone or if you hear anything that sounds off, get calling, Kenny."
I put my phone into my pocket as I walk up and open the door slightly. The person seems to notice me despite my attempt at stealth, he shoot up and look me in the eye. Seeing as my attempt has failed, I walk out somewhat casually and greet him.
"Hey there." I walk up to the mysterious figure cautiously, he seem to twitch a bit as I seem to have gotten to closer to their liking. But I've gotten close enough to take a look at the figure. She's a girl, doesn't seem any older than I am, she has black shoulder length hair, quite feminine features and bright chocolate eyes, they would have beautiful if they aren't puffy and bloodshot, the tears and the lifeless look in her eyes make me increasing worried for her.
The silent is bone chilling, she haven't said a word. I'm contemplating whether or not to just tap at the phone now, just to be safe. My train of thought derails when I see her mouth open and hear her voice.
"What are you doing here?" She says in a monotonous tone.
I think about it for a while and decide that it's best to be honest with her. "I saw you up here and I…"
"Try your pickup lines at the bar, they might work better" She says in spite.
What? That's a new one. I stand there, a bit caught off guard by her remark but I quickly regain my composure and try a different strategy.
"I've got school on my mind, I've got better things to worry about than flirting. How about you? What are you doing here?" I say calmly, hopefully it would be easier to get a confession of her motives.
"No one was supposed to be here, this was supposed to be my night. But I guess I can't have that either, huh?" She sighs as she turns to look at me. "I guess it wouldn't matter, this is supposed to be where I say good bye."
"That's tragic, we've only just met." I say with a faint smile. I can't get this girl go through with this. Hopefully Kenny picked up on what she said, that's his part. This now is mine.
She stares like me like I'm some anomaly. "Stop." She turns away from me, facing forward now. "I see what's you're doing. You don't have to act. You have no obligation to help me." It's true. I don't know her, but Moses be damned if I'm gonna let someone die on my watch.
"Maybe, but I'm here now and I want to help. Do you want to talk?" She doesn't move, it seems like she's not even acknowledging me now.
I continue. "Ok then… You wanna listen? I've got a few things to get off my chest if you care to listen?"
"Why should I care? It's not like anyone's given me that privilege before." She sounds really mad now, but at least she's talking to me again. I have to be careful now.
"Well, someone's gotta care about a girl like you, I mean you are really pretty. I won't be surprised if you've got someone ready to hit me for saying that." She stares at me in disbelief but then starts laughing hysterically. Something's wrong, I think I made a misstep.
"HA! I'm sure my dad will be glad that someone told his fucking fag of a son that he was pretty!" She screaming at me and her hands on the railing seem to be loosening a little. "My boyfriend kicked me out, my friends are disgusted by me, my family? They're the reason I NEED makeup in the morning!" I start panicking as this girl keeps screaming. This is bad, really, really bad. Where is the fucking cavalry, Kenny?
She must have taken my shocked silence the wrong way because she just turns to me and says, "Well? Feels weird knowing the pretty damsel in distress you were trying to save is not only a fag but a transgender, huh? I'm not surprised, my dad's right. I deserve this, I'm a goddamn disgrace."
"Well…no. I'm shocked but I don't really feel any different about it. It'd be pretty hypocritical of me to be homophobic, seeing how I swing that way too. You're just someone who needs the right support, not some freak of nature." She just sniggers and shakes her head in denial, she's probably wondering why I'm so accepting of this.
"You know, you remind me of my old teacher." I say to her. She stops what she was doing and looks at me again. "His name is Mr Garrison and he was a transgender like you. He's a real piece of work, probably one of the worst teachers I've ever had." I chuckle a bit at the memory of my crazy teacher.
"What do you mean 'he was a transgender'?" She asks me with her monotonic voice. It seems to be keeping her mind of the ledge, this is good.
"He's gay, that was obvious, even when he was teaching us in 3rd grade he was basically flaming, but he was so defensive of it that he could practically drown himself in the amount of denial he was in. After coming out of that metal bunker he called a closet, he decided that he was a girl and underwent a sex change operation. So for a while in 4th grade, we had to call him Mrs Garrison." She looks at me with a bit of shock in her eyes. "Obviously, at the end he decided that he wanted to be a man again but due to some accidents when the sex change, they couldn't give him his old penis back. So he spent like thousands on getting his penis cloned onto a mouse and the doctors finally changed him back." I look at her and I almost want to laugh at the shocked expression on her face, her eyes are wider than diner plates and her jaw gasp open.
"For as crazy as he was then, I learnt something that day, things won't go as planned, hell sometimes it'd feel like the world's turned against you, but if you don't like something, you can either whine and bitch about it or grow some balls and do everything you can to change it. I mean, the guy literally ran throughout South Park just to get his penis back." I finish my speech and I see something in her eyes, hesitation. She's contemplating, this is my chance.
"South Park, huh? No wonder why…" I smirk at her response. South Park is a pretty infamous town especially after all those celebrities tried to sue the town. I'm still surprised we've survived all those adventures, but now I don't like thinking of that town. It reminds to me too much about my childhood there, most of them with him. I can't think about that now, my issues are not the focus now.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure there's only one town more fucked up than ours and that's in Oregon I think." She's smiling at me now. I think that's the first genuine expression I've gotten out of her. I think she's gonna be alright now. "You ready to come down now? We can talk more once you're not 2 steps away from a drop" I decide to make the first move. She still seems hesitant, I walk towards her and reach my hand out to her.
Suddenly a series of loud stomps come from behind me and the door slam wide open. It startles her and she starts to fall back. "NO!" I shout as I grab her hand tight, stopping her drop. I feel her other hand grasp on mine as she tries to pull herself up, she wants to live now and I won't let her go. I start pulling too, trying her bring her back up but I'm not strong enough on my own.
In a flash I get help by whoever it slammed through the door, it's Kenny. "Kenny?! What are you doing here? Where's Tweek?" I ask him as I gasp for air, pulling her up is taking a lot more strength than I thought it would. "He's down there with the cops. I thought you might need help." He grunts as he tries to pull her up, her other hand that was on me now is in Kenny's hands.
She's pulling herself up as best she can, but I can start feeling her grip loosen. We have to hurry. I said to them, "All right, on three! 1…2…3!" We give it our best and with all full total strength, we pull her up and over, but somehow Kenny gets pulled over the railing as she gets thrown over to our side. I run over just in time to see Kenny fall and splat on the ground like someone stepped on him.
I hear Tweek shout from the ground, "OH MY GOD! T-They killed Kenny!"
I instinctively yell, "YOU BASTARDS!" I hear her chuckle from behind me. "You say it like it happens every day." She says to me and I laugh at that remark, I guess some old habits do die hard (Pun intended).
"It used to, but now he's been doing better." I respond. Poor Kenny, that's his first death in Boulder and he didn't even get laid yet, he'll be back though. He convinced us a while back that he is apparently immortal, I have my doubts still since we can never really remember his deaths and even he doesn't know how it works, it just does. He takes full advantage of it by shooting himself whenever he's diagnosed with an STD, he says it saves money but he doesn't realise how hard it is to clean bloodstain of the carpets, so we make him do it outside. The look on her face is telling me she can't tell whether or not I'm joking and I don't blame her, it took us years to even take him seriously about that. I hear a siren from below and I see an ambulance and a bunch of people, must have been the ones Kenny called, took them long enough…
"Come on, let's get down from here." I say, we start walking back down to the first floor in silence. It's a peaceful kind as I see the look of despair now changed into a look of thought. She must have a lot on her mind right now, especially after Kenny's trip and drop. I suddenly remember that my phone is still on call, I dig the phone out of my pocket and hit the 'End Call' button before I step into the elevator. She notices me and looks at me confused. "Safety precaution, I didn't know if you'd take it well if you saw me dial 911 so I had a friend on standby to call for me." I explain to her and she just smiles slightly as we get off the elevator.
"Charlie." I hear her say behind me, now it's my turn to her to look with confusion.
"Well… It's Charlotte, but Charlie can be a girl name too, right?" She says with a grin, I smile and reach my hand out to her a second time. "Nice to meet you, Charlie. Name's Kyle"
She grabs my hand and pulls me into a hug. It takes me a moment to realize what happen and I hug back. "Thank you." I hear her muffled thanks as she releases me. We walk through the doors of the building to find a crowd has gathered along with some reporters. These bastards are like vultures, aren't they? If Charlie had gone through with it, they'd probably write her off as some depressed teenager who's 'too weak to handle the real world', makes me sick just thinking about it. The paramedics come forward as we explain what happened to them, they take her away but under Charlie's request, they tell me the name of the hospital she's going to. Maybe I'll go visit her when I can.
The crowds soon dissipate after Charlie left on the ambulance and I spot Tweek on the other side on the street. The crowd must have scared him into retreating. "Hey, ready to head back?" He looks me and sees me, his face changed from one of concerned to relief.
"Geez, K-Kyle. Y-you have gone for so long… a-and with all those people around. I'm guessing that person is o-ok, now?" He still seems a little shaken up. I'm not surprised, with all those people around, he probably didn't know what happened.
"Yup, she's alright and on her way to the hospital." I smile contently, it feels good knowing that I helped someone tonight. "Come on, Tweek. Let's go home.
A/N: Here's the first introduction to my first OC in the story, Charlie Baxton. I hope you guys like her, there will be a few more on the way too.
I've been thinking about updating this twice a week now if people are interested enough in the story. Thanks to L'Ombre for your words, your reviews let me know what you guys think about this story.
As always, feel free to check out the drama this story was based on, Its Okay That's Love from SBS
Take care, Loves.