Flowers - SP Book One

11 (short)

I woke up, and sigh. I check the calendar. May 25th. Only 1 day until Kyle's birthday. I smile. Today was no school, same with tomorrow. I was gonna make Kyle something special.

<THE NEXT DAY>

I walk into Kyle's house and set the present down. He was turning 15. He was gonna be as old as Kenny! I'm 13 since my birthday is January 19th.

"Alright! Gather around guys! Presents time!" I smile and sit beside Kyle, who was standing. "Okay, this one is from... Kit." I smile. He unwraps it.

<Kyle's POV>

Kit's present was a bracelet with 5 charms. One was a Star of David, another was my hat, one said her name, Stan's name, and the final one was a green heart. "K-Kit... did you make this?" She chuckled and rolled up her sleeve, showing one that was just like mine, but instead of a green heart it was pink, the Star of David was a plain star, and the nametag had me and Stan's names but not hers. "I also made Stan one. Kenny and Cartman have a plain bracelet." Stan shows his arm, revealing one but with a blue heart, me and Kit's names, and a beanie instead of the stars. I put the bracelet around my arm.

Eventually, everyone but her and Stan went home. Kit stared at the floor. "Kit?" She jumps. "O-Oh, sorry!" Kyle hums. "I should probably get home." I said "Okay... careful, Kit."

<Kit's POV>

I walked home, and walk into the alleyway. There was my calico cat that came every night. She was a stray. I named her after my plush. Munchie. "Aw, you're a good girl." Munchie rubs on my legs. "You can come inside with me. Yes, you can!" Munchie jumps onto the porch. I unlock the door and closed it behind me as we walked inside. "Do you want to live with me?" I asked in a baby voice. She meows as if she was saying yes. There was a knock on the door. I open it. "Kyle?" Munchie meows, and rubs on his legs. "Aw! Who's this pretty kitty?" I smile. "Munchie. She's a stray... but now she lives with me, I guess." Stan appears behind him. "Come in!"

Kyle looks at my family photos. He smiles. "Who's this?" He asks, pointing to a young boy. I give a small smile. "That's my little brother, Chris." He chuckled. "He looks like a person who died. He went to our school. His name was Pip." I laugh. "He's the British one, right?" I questioned. "French," Stan said, correcting me. "No. He was English." Kyle said, correcting us both. I sigh. "You would've liked Pip. He was good friends with Satan's son, Damien. He visited us a while back. I heard a creak from above me. I grab a flashlight and head toward the stairs. "What're you doing?" Kyle asked, following me, being followed by Stan. "Stan shut the lights off." He looked at Kyle but did it. I sneak, and I look around the upstairs hallway.