I'm back once again.

It was just a question. A mother fucking question, and now here he was, okay hold up, let's go back.

Kylie-B stood outside the back of the high school, his back against the rough bricks as he took a drag of his joint, the goths of the school there, sitting on the steps as they each held a cigarette between their lips. Blowing smoke into the growing chill Colorado air, the group in black had grown used to the redhead's presence, it just happened one day about almost two weeks ago when Stan came through the doors with the slightly taller teen right behind him.

The group didn't say anything, they just glanced at the pale teen who took out a joint and took long drags from it. They all stayed quite till the redhead bid a farewell to Stan and went back in. Then they questioned their fellow goth.

The tallest one with curly hair started, "Who the Fuck was that conformist?"

"A dumbass."

"Why was he following you?" The girl in a long black dress asked.

"He wanted a smoke," the teen removed the cancer stick stub from his lips and dropped it on the ground, stepping on it to kill any fire it had.

"And you brought him here?"

"Why not."

The group said nothing as the teen leaned on the railing and breathed the cold air, he wasn't really sure why he brought that idiot to him and his friends smoking and skipping place, he just asked him if he knew a place where he could take a puff without being caught, and he motioned him to follow. Maybe it was the fact that his father pretty much outed him in front of the redhead and his family, as not many people knew, maybe it was that he didn't think he was as bad of a conformist as he originally thought, kind of like how he thought about Butters before he vanished. Whatever the reason, he found that being around him wasn't as bad as he originally thought, he was still obnoxious as hell, but he wasn't an ass about it.

Kylie-B took one last drag from the joint before tossing the bit of paper stub that was left, he turned toward Stan and asked, "You goin' to class?"

The goth shrugged, really undecided at this point. Kylie-B shrugged, "Alright," he went for the door but before opening it and going through he added, "Later kitten."

Stan's eyes went wide, his pale face turned a crimson red, as he ended up choking on some smoke from his cigarette, the redhead went through the door, leaving an embarrassed goth with his friends.

"What the hell was that?"

Stan hacked a bit before answering with, "How the hell am I suppose to know!" That was a lie, he knew well where that name came from, he just wasn't expecting him to ever use it.

This was a mess.

Kylie-B strolled down the hall toward his locker, already feeling the weed kick in, as he made it to his metal door, only to see a familiar face. He's seen them around the school, but didn't know their name since he hadn't talked to them, but he's had this nagging question. The person had pitch black hair under a pink beret, today it seemed they put all their hair in the hat because on some days it made it to the person's waist. They wore a cut off sleeved jeans jacket over a white t-shirt, blue jeans, and black sneakers, when sometimes they wore a more feminine outfit consisting of purples, and just having a girly flair. What was this guy?

The redhead walked up to the teen who was talking to a girl with long blonde curly hair, and coming up right behind them asked, "So are you a crossdresser or what?"

The teen froze, and turned to face the other, their face turning a light pink as they glared at him, "What did you just say?"

"I asked if you were a cross-" The teen was cut off as a fist connected to his face, pain inflamed the area, causing the redhead to stumble back across the hall into another set of lockers, narrowly avoiding backing into a student. Kylie-B winced as he raised his hand and tentatively touched his now swelling nose, pulling it away he saw blood on his fingers, causing his sea green eyes to narrow. His eyes darted up and met the other's eyes, with a scowl he growled, "You'll pay for that bitch."

He launched himself at the other, getting a good two hits in before the other fought back. The two began to get surrounded by the lingering students, some cheering and some just watching as the two teens punched each other, some hits and some misses, but neither looked to be letting up.

"What the hell is going on here!?"

A tall man with dirty blond hair with a matching beard pushed his way through the ring of students, along with a tall blonde woman whos hair was tied in a bun, only to see the two teens continuously hitting each other, he let out an annoyed sigh, "Damn it."

The two adults leapt into action, the man grabbing a hold of the black haired teen by wrapping his arms around their waist and pulling them off, and the woman doing the same to Kylie-B. Both adults go elbowed in the gut as the teens still tried to attack one another, but they remained unfazed, "Just what the hell is all this about!?"

The two teens stopped once they realized that they couldn't get back at it, both panting and out of breath as they glared daggers at one another. "We're going to my office, now!"

The adult's grip on the student's waists slackened as they grabbed the back of their shirts and led them towards the principal's office, the ring of students parted for the adults, watching as the students were hauled down the hall, only for the dirty blond man to shout, "All of you, get to class now!"

The students scrambled to get their shit and get to their classrooms, not wanting to get on the older man's bad side as he stalked past them. The two teens were forcibly sat in chairs outside the office door, the two adults looking down at them with light disappointment, "We're calling your parents, and when we come back to get you, you better explain yourselves!" The blonde woman demanded, they then went into the office together to start the calls.

After the doors slammed shut the two teens were left alone in the hall, the black haired teen glaring at the redhead, only to raise a brow when he let out a pitiful chuckle, "I'm so fucked. You had one fucking chance and you fucking blew it," his chuckles continued as his arms raised and his fingers dug into his once neatly gelled hair. The other teen gave Kylie-B a concerned look, and against better judgment asked, "You okay?"

"Fucking dandy, just going to get shipped off to some shit hole boot camp because I keep fucking everything up."

The other teen blinked, they didn't know what to say.

"Look I'm sorry if I offended you, I'm shit with words, but I'm sorry."

The black haired teen sighed, "No, this is my fault," the redhead glanced over at the other but didn't say anything, "I overreacted, I was in a mood, but that doesn't excuse me punching you in the face for asking a question, so if anyone should be sorry, it's me."

"Well, what's done is done. Can't fix shit now," he turned towards the other teen, "But can I get my answer now?"

The teen blinked but answered, "I'm non-binary, not exactly a crossdresser as you called it. My name is Wendyl by the way."

The redhead gave a hint of a smile, "I'm Kylie-B."

"So I've heard."

Before the two could continue, they then heard a door open, looking over they saw the blond man standing there, and motioned them to come in, it was hard to read his expression as his eyes remained hidden under very tinted sunglasses, but the two stood and walked in and took a seat in front of the desk, the woman standing next to the desk as the man walked in and sat down on the other side of the desk. "Now can I have an explanation as to why you two were in a fight?"

Kylie-B was about to answer when Wendyl beat him to it, "It's my fault PC Principal, he asked me a question about my gender and I hit him for no real good reason. He only fought back as self-defense."

The redhead stared at Wendyl wide-eyed, no one besides his brother and father has ever really stuck up for him, "Is that true Broflovski?"

Said teen's eyes darted to meet the principal's glasses, he gave a nod and continued, "Yeah, although I guess I sounded like a dick when I asked."

PC Principal nodded at the two's answers, "Alright, so it was a simple misunderstanding of gender?"

The two teens nodded, "And you two worked it out?"

They nodded once again, "Alright. I'll let this go from your permanent records, as this is both of your all first offence, however, you both still have to be punished."

Wendyl let out a sigh of relief, but Kylie-B was still tensed, knowing hIs parents were going to be pissed when they get there. Soon enough, about 10-15 minutes later, one set of parents walked in along with a redheaded woman, came in and demanded answers from their kids, while also taking note that Wendyl has a busted lip and swollen cheek, and Kylie-B had a bloody nose and blackeye. Both of their clothes were dirty, and both of their hair was a disaster as Kylie-B's once gelled hair fell in his face, and Wendyl's hair kept in his hat fell a few long strands of hair. Sheila was about to go off on her son, as Wendyl saw him flitch when she said his name, but once again, Wendyl explained that it was self-defense and that it was his fault, not Kylie-B's.

She held a stern gaze, but backed off. Only for Wendyl's father to ask, "What ticked you off so much you started a fight? Something insulting to feminists?"

Wendyl fidgeted under his gaze, avoiding eye contact as he said, "No."

"Then what did he say?"

Kylie-B noticed the other teen bite his lip as he kept avoiding looking at his father, "He asked if I was a crossdresser."

The redhead watched as the older man's eyes narrowed, "Why would he think you were a crossdresser, and why is your hair put up like that?"

Wendyl bit his lip and his hands formed into that of a fist, nails biting into his flesh, only to let out a slow breath. He turned towards his father, meeting his eyes and said, "Because I'm a non-binary gender-fluid, and I like to dress to feel comfortable on both Wendy and Wendyl days, rather then force myself to be uncomfortable in my own skin."

The room sat in silence for that moment, as the teen's father processed what his child said, his features telling all that was going on inside his head, from confusion, to realization, then anger, he glared at Wendyl as asked in a restrained tone, "How long?"

Sea green eyes darted over and saw Wendyl's hands shaking, he felt a wave of anger crash onto him, no one should ever make their child feel or react like that, what kind of father does that!?

Before Wendyl could say anything, Kylie-B beat him to it, "Oi' how does time matter in this?"

"Excuse me?" The man turned and saw the redheaded teen giving him a hard glare, "I said, 'how does time matter', who gives a fuck how long he's been non-binary, they still your kid!" He growled, a hint of a New Jersey accent coming through.

The man glared at the teen, looking him up and down before saying, "I don't need advice from Jersey Filth such as yourself."

Kylie-B's eyes furrowed a bit at the insult, what the hell kind of person says that to a fucking kid? Confused, and slightly taken aback, he didn't let it show, he couldn't show weakness to garbage like him, as he kept up his glare and raised a brow, he was about to open his mouth and retort, only to hear PC Principal ask, "Is there a problem that your child identifies themselves as non-binary gender-fluid Mr. Testaburger?"

Said man clenched his teeth harder as he said, "Of course not PC Principal, just a bit surprised is all, since I wasn't made aware if this till just now."

One couldn't see PC Principal's eyes behind his glasses, but one could guess he was glaring at Wendyl's father. The dirty blond reached into his drawer, Kylie-B actively flinching at the action, no one seemed to have noticed, as the principal pulled out two slips of paper, "Now although the two have obviously learned their lesson and communicated their issues, they still have to face the consequences of their actions. They'll both be suspended for the rest of the week, and will have to start meeting the school's councilor twice a week. Any disagreements?"

The teens said nothing, accepting their punishment, and the adults denied any disagreements one may have, some more reluctant then others. After that PC Principal handed them the papers and dismissed the two families, letting them go their separate ways.

Kylie-B sighed as he tossed his bag into the back seat and sat in the front, shot a message to his brother to drive the bike home, and waited for his mother to get in and rant, she wouldn't bring up being sent off because of this, as it was considered self-defense, but that wouldn't stop her, unless she was going to go with the silent treatment, a lot like last time.

Sheila stepped into the car, and at first she didn't say anything, causing the redhead to assume that she was going to go with the silent treatment ride, much more of an uncomfortable experience then if she was ranting, but as she turned on the car and pulled out of the lot, she glanced over at him and said, "That was a brave thing todo, standing up against that child's father like that."

His sea green eyes looked over at her, "Kids deserve better and parents should be more accepting of their children and who that are. I'm glade you stood up for him."

A small smile graced his lips as he turned to look straight ahead out the front window, "Thanks mom."

"But this still doesn't let you off the hook for your little scrap."

And here it is. She grounded him from pretty much leaving the house for the days he's been suspended, which was fair, but other then that, nothing else, which was a lot more generous then other times he's been punished.

And he was more then thankful for that.

So I suck at fight scenes but I did my best, and I hope this doesn't feel clunky. However, what did you guys think of Wendy/Wendyl ? Are they within character? Tell me what you think, and until then, later.