Stuck With You (Ain't That Bad)
A/N:
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Chapter Three: Burning
The next day, being a Saturday, Kyle found himself walking around South Park by himself. Stan was doing the dreaded family outing that Marsh family had recently started doing every month, Cartman – to Kyle's pleasing – was away visiting family for the weekend and Kenny? No, thank you. Kyle really could be bothered to spend hours having cigarette smoke blown into his face; besides, his mother was getting suspicious these past few months, despite the countless time he had told his mother in a subtle manner that he wasn't going to start or had started smoking.
Scuffing his sneakers into the sidewalk, the male tugged on a flame red curl - bored - and tried stuffing it up inside his hat; sometimes he really hated his hair. Thank God for his hat. But despite his tries, the piece of offending hair fell back onto his forehead; sighing, he shoved his hands into his pockets and walked on.
That's when he spotted Chloe.
She was crouched on the ground by a crack in between the pavement slabs, clutching what looked like a magnifying glass in a gloved hand. The female's free arm and hand was wrapped around her knees. Her brown hair hung over her face, hiding her away. He could tell she was biting her lips as she pushed back her messy fringe with one hand, showing her pale face. She looked just a she was yesterday, but today, she wore a long black and red striped scarf; so long, it trailed on the ground, a lot.
Gathering himself together, Kyle inhaled deeply and strode over to her; she didn't look up as he approached.
"Hi, Chloe," Kyle said aloud in the cheeriest voice her could put together. "Whatcha up to?"
"Mmm? Oh, burning insects," she said and then looked up "I don't burn incense ya know. I'm not all Hippie-like." she flashed a mischievous grin. "I just had to excuse myself from the teacher,"
"Can I watch?" asked Kyle, taking everything she said in.
Chloe nodded and looked down again. Kyle crouched down beside her, gripping his kneecaps with his gloved hands and watched. The brunette made a 'currently concentrating' face as she focused the light; she looked up and tutted.
"There's not a lot of sun today," she told him.
The female reached into one of her hoodie pockets and produced a multi-coloured tube labelled 'Smarties'.
"English sweets," she explained after viewing Kyle's confused look.
She put down the magnifying glass and used both hands to open the tube; she took off the bright orange plastic lid and looked at its underside.
"I got a 'K'," she said after reading the small 'K' that was inscribed on the lid. "Heeeey, that's 'K'! 'K' is for Kyle!" she gushed.
Kyle laughed and took the lid from her hand to inspect it himself. Chloe tipped the Smarties tube upside down and produced six little Smarties: One red, two blue, an orange, a yellow and a purple. She handed Kyle the two blue and orange and threw the remaining ones into her mouth, crunching on them softly.
"They're just chocolate, covered in this sugared stuff," Chloe told him, "Really nice."
Kyle nodded and tipped them into his mouth, he smiled slightly.
"Thank you, they are kinda cool," he replied.
Chloe shrugged, pushed the empty tube down a nearby drain and picked up the magnifying glass once more; looking skywards for sun, he re-focused the glass onto a little bug scurrying between the two of them. She cheered as it caught fire, burned and died.
"Scream for me, bitch!" she joked as the bug died.
Kyle grinned and began shrieking like a girl, putting on a stupid high-pitched voice.
"Aaaaaaaah, help me! Heeeeelp meeeee!"
The two fell about with laughter.
A voice called out; it was a female's and it spoke with a British accent.
"Chloe! Come back in the house! You'll catch your death out there!"
Chloe groaned and turned her head to face her mother.
"But Mum, I'm wearing two t-shirts, my jacket and my scarf! I'm fine!" she shouted back.
"No buts! Say bye to your friend and in!"
Chloe groaned and stood up. She pocketed the magnifying glass and brushed her jeans down. Kyle did the same.
"Why does your Mom think you'll 'catch your death'?" he asked as her mother went in again.
"Cos she thinks I'll get sick again and it might be serious. I get ill a lot, it was really bad when I was a little girl, but I'm okay now. She just doesn't see it. I'm the baby of the family ya see…" she made a face and not really waiting for a response from Kyle, began to walk off.
"See ya laters, Kyle!" she called to him with a lazy wave and disappeared into her house.
"Bye…" Kyle said rather miserably and quietly. He looked at the orange lid in his hand inscribed with a 'K' and fingered it thoughtfully. Sighing, he placed it safely in his pocket and then shoved his hands in them. Disappointed with their rather short encounter, he walked off, hoping Stan would be home soon.
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