I need to get my schedule fixed...

He let out a groan as he felt himself being shaken, "Kyle, Kyle you need to get up."

He let out another groan, his eyes felt heavy as he forced them open to see his little brother looking over him in concern, and felt a small warm body curled up next to his side "I-ke," his voice cracked, sounding rough and sore. "Kyle, you don't look good, are you okay?"

"Yeah," he forced himself into a sitting position, causing the small body to move and reveal itself to be Beast, still asleep, his limbs felt heavy, "Why?"

"You look sick."

"I'm fine, why are you here."

"You slept in so I came to wake you."

He glanced over at his clock, seeing that he slept in twenty minutes past his usual time he gets up, "Ugh, okay let me get dressed and we'll head on..."

"Are you sure-?"

"I'm okay, really." he stood, now out from under his warm blankets and sleeping cat, he felt the chill air and shivered, and sneezed, "Give me five minutes, don't got time to mess with my hair."

Ike gave his brother a worried look, Kyle's eyes were rimmed red and watery, his skin was pale, and his nose was red and kind of runny, it was obvious that he was sick, but knowing Kyle's pride he wasn't going to tell, but he gave his brother an, "Okay," and left the room.

Kyle watched his brother leave and rubbed his nose, feeling it irritated as he let out another sneeze, sniffling he walked over to his closet and dug around, he shivered again and goosebumps covered his bare arms. He grabbed a long-sleeved V-neck shirt, a pair of jeans, an orange jacket with chest pockets, and forced them on, he also found a pair of gloves, a scarf, and an old familiar green ushanka and put those on as well.

He rubbed his watery eyes after he put on his hat, "You're fine," he told himself as he picked up his school bag and made his way downstairs, where he saw his younger brother about to say something to their mom, "Ike, let's go."

Said teen frowned but sighed, "Alright."

Kyle removed his green hat and shoved it in his bag when he exchanged it for his beloved helmet, taking note of the narrowed eyes his mom had on him but didn't question it as he quickly assumed she was just cranky about something, Ike picked up a similar helmet like Kyle's only it was red and white with a maple leaf on the sides.

"Be careful boys!"

"We will."

So with that they walked out the door and towards Kyle's dirt bike, after getting situated, Ike clung to his brother's back as they went off towards school, Kyle trying not to shiver as the cold air bit him through his clothes.

At school, Kyle walked down the hall, his green hat back on his head, as he made it to his locker, where he saw Bebe talking to, from the looks of it, Wendy. "Oh hey, Kylie!"

The red-headed teen gave a halfhearted wave as he opened his locker, his movement sluggish as he looked like he could lose his balance at any moment. Wendy and Bebe exchanged glances before the blonde said, "You don't look so good, are you feeling alright?"

"Just peach-" he broke into a coughing fit, nearly doubling over at the force, the two girls took a step back to avoid any spray.

"You sound awful."

After his fit was over he straightened up and took some deep breaths, "I'm fine."

"Kyle if you're sick, you could infect the school."

The teen shrugged and sniffed, "I ain't sick," He grabbed a book from his locker right when the bell rang, "Later..." he waved them off, still sounding sore, and walked off to his first class.

As soon as he sat down, his body ached, his eyes watered, and he felt an oncoming headache, everything just hurt, and he was fucking miserable. He felt his eyes grow heavy and another chill ran through him, he rubbed his arms for any form of warmth, he was thankful no one seemed to have paid attention, but he was still cold even with everything he's wearing. The teacher soon walked in and started to drawl on about a math equation of sorts, he didn't know, his mind was getting fuzzy, and his stomach ached, he didn't eat breakfast.

He laid his head over and closed his eyes, falling into the state of sleep and yet not quite, till he heard the bell ring. His eyes still felt heavy as he forced them open and saw the class leaving, slowly he forced himself to stand, nearly losing his balance, but caught himself on the empty desk next to him, his breathing was labored as he felt his body ache. He wiped at his nose with his sleeve and sneezed again, slowly he dragged his heavy, aching body out of his current classroom and towards the next, where he promptly collapsed in his seat and laid his head over on the desk with a groan, his headache had gotten worse from his last class and he felt like he was just about to pass out.

"Dude you look like shit."

He let out a moan as he raised his head to see Stan looking down at him, he gave a half-shrug as he laid his head back over the desk. He heard the goth take a seat at his desk, but things became a blur after that because after the sound of a faraway bell rang in his ears, he heard a muffled voice and raised his head, but the next thing he knew he was falling, then nothing but darkness.

A bright white light peaked behind his closed eyes, disturbing his dreamless sleep, he let out a groan as he tried to cover his eyes with his arm, only to find his muscles heavy and sore and his head starting to pound. With another groan, knowing he wouldn't fall back asleep, he opened his eyes to find himself in a small white room with bright lights on a cot. He glanced around the room and saw a familiar goth laying on a cot himself next to his own, sleeping, "Stan...?"

The raven twitched but his eyes remained closed, causing the redhead to sigh, "What the hell happen?"

"You fainted," a feminine voice said out of his sight.

With another groan, he turned his head over to see what appeared to be the school's nurse standing by the door with a clipboard before he could say anything she continued, "You have a high temperature, like what the hell are you going here?"

The redhead stared at the woman at her, his pounding headache making it hard to comprehend anything she was saying, "So I called your mom and she'll be here in as soon as she can."

Okay that he heard, shit. He let out a groan as he turned away from the woman and closed his eyes, he would've been fine if it was his dad, but he was at work, but his mother? Oh why did he have to faint, why couldn't he have just been able to suck it up more and finish the damn day? This was going to fucking great...note the sarcasm.

He then heard a groan coming from the cot next to him, looking over he saw Stan force himself into an upright position and hold his head in his hands, "Good to see you're also awake Mr. Marsh, I'll go get you some food, and I've also called your mother to come to get you. We need to talk."

Said goth groaned as he buried his face into his hands, much to the redhead's confusion. "And I also need to restock to get Mr. Broflovski something for his fever, I'll be back." She turned and was about to walk back out the door before she stopped and turned towards the two, "By the way, I don't want to walk in here with you two going at it like animals in heat, so wait till Mr. Broflovski is feeling better," with that she left the room, Stan's face a dark red, and Kyle's already red face turning a shade darker, "I'm too sick for this shit..."

"I fucking hate this school..."

The redhead sighed, he just wanted to sleep...

Well since he's stuck here till his mother gets here, "Why are you even here?"

Stan sighed as he pulled his head away from his hands, "Fucking Garrison made me carry your dumbass up here after you fainted."

"And you collapsed because of that? You seem like you could hold your own, and what was that thing about food?"

The goth's brown eyes glanced away and said, "Low blood sugar."

"Diabetic?"

Stan gave him a half shrug, "Sorta..."

"Yeah it's a bitch...then again I didn't eat shit this morning..."

Stan turned his attention back onto Kyle so he's diabetic, who came to school on an empty stomach with a fever, what was he thinking, no wonder he collapsed, and to top it all off it's the middle of the first week of November, which people like to say is the start of flu season, "Why the hell did you even come to school if you were sick?"

Kyle could barely shrug, "Just did."

"Dumbass."

"Look on the bright side, we get to leave."

"You didn't have to come!"

Kyle rolled his eyes, his lids feeling heavy, great he was about to blackout again, did he have a concussion from the fall? It's a concussion that you can't sleep with right? Eh, who cares sleep sounds fucking amazing right now. Just as he was about to succumb to unconsciousness he heard the nurse open the door with a bang against the wall, well there goes that idea.

He opened his eyes again and saw the nurse with a tray of food in one arm and the other holding pill bottles, she walked over to the counter and sat the bottles but one down, then made her way in between their cots, setting the tray of food in front of the raven and sat the tray in front of him, and demanded him to eat. The goth sighed as he picked up one of the utensils and took a small bite of food, the nurse then turned towards the sick teen, she popped open the pill bottle, poured out a couple, and handed them to the redhead, "Here, this should help."

She placed them in Kyle's hand and got him a glass of water, where he took the pills in hopes that he could feel at least feel a bit better then what he did now. Only to then see the door bust open, and see it slam into the wall again, and there in the doorway was a familiar redheaded woman, "Kyle! Are you alright?"

She rushed forward and placed a hand on his forehead, pushing his hat back a bit, her cool hand meeting his burning skin, giving Kyle some relief. She turned towards the nurse, "How bad is it? Do I need to take him to the hospital?!"

"He's fine Mrs. Broflovski, nothing bed rest and meds and can't handle."

The redhaired woman let out a sigh, "So he'll be fine?"

"Yes, you have nothing to worry about."

"Alright, come on Kyle," she pulled her hand away from her son and motioned him to follow. Kyle let out a tired groan as he forced himself to stand, his legs nearly collapsing on him when he put down his weight, and followed his mother out the door, walking in an almost zombie-like state. Leaving Stan alone with the nurse with a raised brow and slightly wide eyes, that woman was intense.

He let out a sigh as he tried to shove his thoughts away from the redhead, and picked at his food, taking a bite now and then, avoiding the drumstick on the plate, as he waited for his mother to arrive.

Kylie-B sat in his bed crisscrossed under the mountains of blankets in warm sleep clothes, tired, with a thermometer sticking out of his mouth, his mother stood next to him as she reached for the device after it beeped, and pulled it out of the redhead's mouth. After reading the number, 102 degrees, she sighed, "Kyle what were you thinking going to school sick?"

The teen said nothing as he adverted his eyes away, only to shrug at her question and turn his head away. "Imagine how many other kids you could've infected, what if-?"

Kylie-B started to tune her out as his fingers curled into the sheets, here she goes again, ranting about how his actions hurt others, and not voicing a lick of concern for the fact that he was sick, sure she asked why he went and seemed worried at the school, but that wasn't the point, it was probably for show, and anything he'd say would probably be used against him anyway or ridicule him even more. He just wanted to lay down and sleep, only to hear his mother's tone change, it was softer, "You could've ended up in the hospital." The redhead's green eyes shifted towards his mom who sat on his bed next to him, only to feel her arms wrap around him and pulled him close to her, "Tell me next time you're not feeling well, okay?"

His green eyes went wide at the contact, he felt so much warmth being wrapped up in her arms like that, when was the last time she hugged him like this? His arms trembled as he wrapped his arms back around her and leaned into the hug, muttering, "Alright."

The embrace was cut short though, as Shelia pulled away from him, taking the warmth with her, she then turned and walked towards the door, saying how she was going to cook him something, and left, leaving the sick teen alone in his room. Kyle sniffled as he laid down and pulled the covers over his person to try and get some rest, his eyelids grew heavy as he fell back into a world of unconsciousness.

An hour or so later his mother woke him and gave him a bowl of soup, and left, right after, saying how she needed to do something, so he was left alone again. He sat the empty bowl on his side table when he finished, he wasn't as tired as before so he just laid back and tried to stay warm, his green eyes looked around his room, maybe he could find something to do, only to notice some things were off. The items on his desk were shifted, and some things were knocked over, a few of his drawers weren't all the way closed as some articles of clothing hung out, and his pile of dirty clothes at the end of the bed was more spread out. He knows he didn't mess with anything this morning as he was too sick to do anything, and he knows the night before everything was in its proper place, who was in his room? Wait, his mother was the only one home as he and Ike went to school and his father left before them, was she trying to find his weed stash?

How would she even know he's had weed? Well, it wasn't like she'd find it because he just used up the last bit that Randy gave him, he needed a restock, so did she just assume? Did she think he was hi this morning? She saw him and didn't try and stop him even though he was bundled in layers, something he didn't usually do except when he was cold or sick, so she jumped to the conclusion that he was high, did she not trust him like she's not completely wrong for not giving him the benefit of the doubt, but honestly, she didn't even talk to him to even tell the difference.

Kyle clenched his teeth, what the hell, did she even bother to try and put things back where they were? Guess not. He let out an irritated sigh, now on top of being sick he has to fix everything his mother messed up, and that'll have to wait till he's well enough to get up, and the mess was going to mess with him. With a groan he grabbed one of his extra pillows and covered his face, letting out a muffled yell into the plush. What a day.

Hours later, Kyle could hear the roar of his dirt-bike outside, Ike's back, he glanced at the clock, reading, '7:26 PM', he must have been at rehearsal. He heard the door open downstairs but went back to his phone since he couldn't leave his room and he had to stay in bed to rest there wasn't much he could do. However, something caught his attention, he heard a loud coughing fit coming from the floor below him. Getting up and out of the bed, he left his room and down the stairs, where he saw Ike sitting on the couch with his mother hovering him, her hand placed on his head while he had a thermometer sticking out of his mouth, his face was flush and his eyes looked watery and red, and his nose was red and a little runny. "Ike?"

The two looked over at the sick teen, who stood at the end of the stairs, and Shelia removed the device from Ike's mouth, read the device and said, "Looks like you're not the only one staying home this week Kyle."

Ike let out a groan, "But I've got rehearsal."

"I'm sorry Ike, but you could spread it to your friends, and I'm sure they'll be fine without you for a few days."

The younger teen sniffled as he let out another groan, Sheila sighed and said, "Kyle take Ike to bed, I'll make him some soup, and get back into bed yourself."

"Alright, come on Ike."

Said teen sighed as he stood and sluggishly made his way over to his brother, who led him upstairs to his room, made him change into warm pajamas and got him to lay down, Kyle pulled the covers over his younger brother, only for Ike to say, "I blame you."

"You'll live."

The younger pouted, only for the elder to say, "Look on the bright side, no school for us."

"I guess..."

The redhead smiled, "Alright, I better get back, mom will throw a fit."

"Yeah."

"Later."

Kyle let himself out and went back to his room, already feeling drained once again he collapsed onto his bed and fell back asleep.

2 days later, at an early hour the house phone went off, no one got up to answer, so the fax machine picked it up, it was an automated voice saying how school was canceled due to illness, a message that didn't matter to the two teenage boys as they were still under a strict order of bed rest by their mother. So it was not like the message meant anything to them, but it did to the rest of Park County, many sick kids and the rest had a day off from school, which resulted in a three day weekend.

Monday, Kylie-B walked down the hallway of the school, taking note that it was not quite as crowded as usual when a random student walked up to him and said, "Hey, you're the one who spread the flu right?"

The redhead blinked, "What?"

"Yeah, like a lot of students got sick so we got a three day weekend, thanks for that dude!" The student then walked off, giving Kylie-B a quick wave, leaving the other student confused. "School was canceled Friday?"

They would have gotten a call right? Maybe they did but his parents didn't say anything? Who knows, he walked over to his locker, but as he was getting his stuff a familiar student in crutches walked up to him with a paper in hand. "M-my paper got delayed b-because of you."

Kylie-B glanced at the teen and shrugged, "Can't help that I got sick."

"W-well it gave me time for another p-piece," he handed the paper to the redhead, who read the front cover, "South Park's Plague".

He skimmed over the text and read how quite a handful of students missed due to illness, and how schools were canceled because of it. So Kylie-B unintentionally got school canceled, can that be considered an accomplishment?

"Well then," he was about to hand the paper back to the brunet in yellow when he told him to turn the page, confused he did, and there he saw a picture of both himself and Stan, on the floor in a compromising position. It was from the night of the Halloween party after they fell out of the closet. So he was the one who took the photo. Kylie-B then read the headline, "New Kid Playboy".

He blinked but didn't seem too fazed, this wasn't the first time he was in a school paper. "So why?"

"P-people like gossip, so are you and him an i-item?"

Kylie-B rolled his eyes, "No, I just like to hang out with him, I'm gonna go, later Jimmy."

The redhead shut his locker, folding and pocketing the small newspaper, and walked down the hall, giving a half-assed wave to the teen on crutches, he walked out the back door where him and the goths liked to smoke, but since he was out of weed, and found cigarettes to be disgusting he couldn't smoke, however, he did like hanging out with them back there, regardless if he had a joint. Which it wasn't like he didn't have other friends or at least people he hung out with, there was the group of guys he sat with at lunch, who invited him over, that had six other students sitting there.

It was a few days after his first guidance counselor meeting with Mr. Mackey, when a blond in an orange parka, who was around his height, swung his arm around him at lunch and led him to his table while introducing himself as Kenny McCormick, and borderline forcing him to sit with them, then again it was better than sitting alone because he's never seen Stan, or the other goths in there during lunch. The table included a raven in blue named Craig Tucker, a messy-haired blond, Tweek Tweak, a brunet in a yellow sweater, Jimmy Valmer, a tall African American in purple, Token Black, a familiar brunet, Clyde Donovan, and Kenny.

It didn't take long for Kylie-B to feel like a part of the group. After that, he had a lunch table to sit at, and more people to talk to, some of who were in his classes, so now he had more people to talk to besides the goths, Bebe, and Wendy. Good thing too, he liked branching out.

Kylie-B took a step outside and breath in the chill air, his green eyes looked over the side of the steps where the goths usually sat, but he noticed that two of the goths were missing, Pete and Michael. "They sick?"

The remaining three goths looked up and saw the redheaded leaning over the rail, "Yeah, no thanks to you," Stan said as he dug out a thermos from his hoodie pocket.

"So what, did you get sick as well?"

Stan turned to glare at the other, "No, but Randy did and I had to hear him bitch and moan all weekend!"

"You lived, besides, I doubt you were forced to stay in bed bored as hell with your mom hovering you at the slightest sneeze."

Brown eyes blinked up at him, so Kylie-B's mother was just as intense at home as she was when she stormed into the nurse's office. Stan watched as Kylie-B's eyes shifted back to the two empty spots, "They probably contracted it from each other."

"Maybe they didn't show to hang out", Henrietta said as she took a drag from her cigarette.

"I just think they ditched to fuck," the youngest from the group added.

Stan let out a sigh as he uncapped his thermos and started to drink only to hear the redhead say, "I could see it," then spat out the small amount of liquid from his mouth. "What the hell?!"

Kylie-B blinked at Stan and said, "I thought it was obvious that they had a thing for each other."

"Where did you get that idea from?"

"Halloween party."

The raven stared at him for a moment before looking away, "Whatever..." He took out a cigarette and lit it, but out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the redhead didn't pull out a blunt like he usually did. "Where's your weed?"

Kylie-B sighed, "I'm out."

His brown eyes stared at the other teen before he out a sigh. He reached into his bag and pulled out a decent sized bag full of weed, "Here, I don't smoke this shit, take it," he tossed the bag up at the redhead who caught it with ease, his dark green eyes looking over the packaged plants.

"You carry a bag this size with you?"

"No, I stole it from the barn after he pissed me off, he still hasn't noticed it's missing and that was a week ago."

"Well shit, didn't take ya for a guy who stole."

Stan raised a brow at Kylie-B, "I can take it back."

"Hell no!"

"Fuck you, Stan!"

Said teen turned and saw Firkle glaring at him, "You had that much weed and you didn't think to let me have any?!"

The raven rolled his eyes, "Firkle, you're like twelve, and you don't need it."

Kylie-B chuckled at Stan's words as he rolled himself a joint from his fresh weed stash, and lit up.

So what did you guys think? Also if there's any confusion about why I changed Kylie-B to Kyle for the most of it, it was sort of in a way of saying how he didn't feel like himself, if that makes any sense. But hope you guys have had a good start to the new year so far, so until next time.