(I forgot to mention that Kyle is PaopuSora and I am Craig.)

Kyle's POV

Chapter Two

"Sorry Kyle, I can't come over. I have a date with Wendy." Stan turned around and faced me. I had my hands on my hips.

"Don't you ever get tired of her bossing you around?" Stan frowned at me.

"Dude, she doesn't boss me around. I'm sorry we haven't hung out much. I promise tomorrow we'll hang out. I need to go now. Bye dude." Stan gave me an awkward hug. Tomorrow. He always promises to hang out with me tomorrow.

"Yeah, bye." I hugged him back and watched him leave. How I miss my super best friend. Sometimes I wish time would turn itself back and we'd be nine again.

I started to make my way home. Taking the same old route I took every single day. The same route where I walk home alone. Stan was of course the only person I had. Kenny left to hang out with Clyde and Craig the asshole. Stan was the only one who I really had left.

I finally made it home and made my way into the warm confinements of my house. Ike was in the kitchen doing his homework like always. I joined him.

"Hey, what are you working on?" I asked as I placed my bag on top of the kitchen table.

"Geography." Ike replied. I pull out the first book I felt in my bag. I scowled when I noticed it was the journal. Ike looked up from his work. "English?"

"Yeah." I kept staring at the stupid journal I had to share with stupid Craig. One of us had to bring the book home and write twenty facts about our self. Twenty personal facts. And since I decided I didn't want to fail I brought it home.

I placed the damned book down and started on my other subjects. Unfortunately it was easy light work. Maybe television will help get my mind off English. A rerun of Terrence and Philip was on. Ike joined me once he was done.
After about ten minutes into the show Ike spoke up "Hey Kyle? Why haven't you done your English homework?" I froze

"Oh, I'm just taking a break." I glanced out of the corner of my eyes to see Ike roll his.

"Kyle, I know that's not it. You ALWAYS do your homework. Are you sick?" Ike stretched up to place his hand on my forehead.

"I'm fine Ike." I might as well fuss up since Ike won't stop till he gets an answer. "There's this project where I need to share a journal with a partner."

"Whose your partner?"

"Craig."

"But you hate Craig!"

"I know. I didn't pick my partner. did."

"Well what do you need to do?"

"Share twenty personal facts with Craig. Just don't know if he'll open up. I don't even know if I want to open up."

"Guess you just gotta bear with it." Ike got up and put on his coat.

"Where are you going?"

"To go see Georgie. Bye Kyle."

"Bye." As Ike left I got up from the couch and opened the journal. Might as well give it a shot.

Dear Craig,
Here are twenty things you may not know about me:
1. My birthday is on March 26th
2. I'm Jewish
3. I have an adopted brother named Ike
4. Unlike Cartman said, I do have a soul
5. I'm diabetic
6. My best friend is Stan
7. My dad is a lawyer
8. My mom is a protester
9. I miss Kenny
10. My favourite subject is English
11. I am often bullied and excluded
12. I can defend for myself
13. My parents are strict
14. I'm lonely
15. I get scared easily
16. My parents barely acknowledge me now
17. I may have a depression disorder
18. I have attempted suicide
19. I try to put on a brave face everyday
20. I'm gay
Love,
Kyle Broflovski
I stared at the journal for a minute. Smiling I closed it. I had a good feeling about this project