Kenny's POV

Kyle Broflovski. He wasn't my best friend; he wasn't the friend that I would run to immediately whenever I was in a time of need, he wasn't the one who wrote me birthday and Christmas cards, he wasn't the one who got me amazing presents and called me practically every night. If anything, we were just friends. We rarely spoke and when we did speak, it was awkward. With Stan and even Cartman, whenever it was only the two of us, we'd still find things to say. With Kyle, it was silence and short sentences that were mumbled under our breaths. Don't get me wrong; Kyle is my friend and he has been there for me. I'm not knocking that. He did come over my house sometimes and he did invite me to go see a movie with him and Stan sometimes. He was...Kyle was the "sometimes-friend". It was acknowledged that we were friends but it was rarely shown.

So when this occurred, I did not see it. Not from a mile off. In a way, I always felt that Kyle didn't like me that much. He laughed at my jokes and waved at me whenever we passed outside of school, but it wasn't like I was constantly over his house having dinner with his family or anything like that. That was Stan. So this came out of the blue. I was waiting by the main entrance at lunch, waiting for the others to leave their lessons and meet me. I hated being alone; I was never the kind of person who would happily spend their lunch times standing alone and eating their lunch on an empty table. I needed people around me to feel comfortable; even if I didn't say a word, it made me content. Whenever I was alone, I felt rigid. People talked about me a lot, you see. A lot of rumours floated around the corridors and would usually reach my ears last. Even Stan, Cartman and Kyle would know what people were saying but didn't want to tell me. I wouldn't say anything though. A lot of people liked to shit stir about my family and how I lived. They liked to make snide jokes about me living in a shed or something, sleeping on a dirty mattress on the floor in the same room as my parents.

Just to set things straight. I didn't sleep on the floor. And I certainly didn't live in a shed. My parents had three other children not long after I'd turned 10. They seemed to stick with the name-beginning-with-K-thing since my sisters were called Kate and Kim, my brother called Kurt. They must've assumed this was clever or something, although it was ridiculously stupid to me. So now, I had Kevin, Karen, Kate, Kim and Kurt. We were able to have a small extension on the house when Dad was working for a while, so there were now three bedrooms rather than just the two. Although, Dad got fired last week and now, we were cutting back on everything. But since when did that become a joke to someone? It sickened me how people at school would waste their own time just to come up with hurtful, spiteful jokes about my family. Anyway...

"Hey, Kenny,"

I looked up to see Kyle standing right there in front of me, a strange kind of look on his face. It was like he knew something I didn't, a newfound discovery swimming in the depths of his olive green eyes that he was eager to share with me. I straightened up a little, wondering whether he'd come straight out with it or he intended on making me work for the final result. He appeared nervous, digging the toe of his shoe into the thin powdery snow beneath our feet.

"Hey, Kyle," I returned shortly, not planning on bothering him with small talk. "What's up, man? Why so tense?"

"Kenny..." Kyle chewed his bottom lip, a twitch at the corner of his lips. He suddenly thrust his hand forward and clutched mine, knotting our fingers together like two pieces of fine string. Before I could press, he was pulling me away from the entrance to the school and was leading me down to the farthest end of the parking lot, away from prying eyes that seemed more perplexed than I. We stopped in a secluded corner, hidden from the view of all of the other students and teachers. Kyle looked like he was going to burst; his cheeks had turned from baby pink to deep scarlet.

"Kyle, what?" I asked after a long, drawn out pause that was probably down to him trying to add dramatic effect...or trying to piss me off.

But I didn't get a verbal answer. The few inches between us were gone within seconds, leaving no space between either of us anymore. His face was inches from mine and he held my chin tilting upwards, his fingertips lightly pressing against my jawbone. Our eyes met. I never realised how beautiful his eyes were. A dark green that was surrounded by feathery brushes of light brown; like someone had originally painted it green but spilt droplets of brown into the equation. Kyle pulled down my hood and, without saying a single word and without any warning, our lips met.

I'd never kissed anyone before. Despite all of the rumours, I'd never had an actual girlfriend or boyfriend before. I was a virgin, although everyone thought otherwise. I always imagined my first kiss would be awkward, the other coaching me how to do it until I finally got the gist of it and could do it perfectly by myself. I always imagined it wet and that I would be fully conscious of the fact someone else's tongue was invading my mouth. But this kiss was nothing like that. Kyle's tongue didn't invade my mouth at all; it was invited in. I craved more the moment our lips touched. I inhaled sharply and forgot who it was for a moment, my eyes closing as if I was fast asleep, dreaming a perfect dream. My arms wound around his neck and his around my waist, squeezing me and pulling me in. I gasped into his mouth as our warm, humid breath mingled. I tasted a sweet warmness and I smiled a little, running my tongue alongside his. The world around us was a backdrop. We were the masterpiece in the frame that people gathered to see, we were the focus and the world was just there to fill the empty spaces. In all honesty, I didn't even need that backdrop anymore. Kyle and I could've taken over the entire frame for all I cared; I didn't need my family, I didn't need Stan, and I certainly didn't need Cartman. My heart was like thunder in my chest, and Kyle was the soothing, cool rain that would simmer me down. We clashed and we worked, we worked so amazingly well and I didn't want our lips to ever be apart again.

The oxygen tasted bitter and sour since it was fresh and didn't belong to Kyle. I still held onto his jacket, gazing sleepily into his face. My eyes were half-closed but I still saw the smile on his mouth as he panted, struggling to accept the new air as well. He reached out and touched my cheek, pressing his forehead against mine, the tips of our noses touching ever so slightly. Kyle's breath warmed my upper lip and seeped into my own mouth. I savoured the taste and closed my eyes completely as he kissed my eyelids.

"Will you promise never to break my heart?" Kyle breathed into my ear, dropping his forehead from mine as he rested it on my shoulder instead. I locked my arms around his back, my fingers digging into his jacket to tighten the embrace.

"Promise never to break mine," I said into his shoulder, my voice muffled but he must've hurt me since he kissed the side of my neck.

"Impossible..." he promised. Those words tightened our hold and we kissed once more as if to seal the envelope that contained the words themselves, keeping them there for always, never to be opened and set free. I was in love.

Kyle Broflovski. He was my first love, my first everything...and the first, always leave the deepest of markings...