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Chapter 1

Kyles Pov:

My alarm blared in my ear. I groaned and rolled over slamming the box-shaped radio. I ripped the blankets off me and stumbled out of bed. Another day in Southpark. Thank God we don't have school anymore, that place was hell. All I really cared about was my grades. But now that that's over I have to start worrying about college. I and Stan plan on going to college together. Well, I do at least, he's only offering to go as moral support. I walked over to my dresser and grabbed an orange shirt and black jeans, and walked to the bathroom connected to my room. I shut and locked the door and quickly changed. I brushed my teeth and put on deodorant. The reason I'm getting all ready for today and all is because I and Stan are going out to Spcc (South Park City's College) For an interview. I actually don't know if Stan's awake yet or not but his mom's not home and his dad's probably drunk asleep. I put on my white shoes, and yes by the way I did get a sense of fashion. I ran downstairs ignoring my mother calling for me, "Kyle! KYLE! YOU COME HERE!" I slammed the door and jumped in my car. I didn't feel like dealing with her bullshit and being late. I turned on some random song and headed to Stan's house.

After about a 6 minute drive I patiently waited for Stan to come out. We're gonna be late for God's sake. He wasn't responding to my messages. I turned my car off and got out, I headed to his front door and walked in with my spare key, he was my super best friend, who wouldn't have a key? I walked upstairs to his room and quietly knocked, I hear shuffling for a second but it stopped. "Dude I'm coming in" I opened the door and walked in and stopped in my tracks staring at him, my face heated up. He laid there sprawled out on his bed, in dark blue basketball shorts, messy hair, super hot toned stomach. You can blame me for admiring my best friend. I caught my breath and the redness went away, I sighed and walked over to Stan. "Hey, dude. We're gonna be late" I said quietly but loud enough for him to hear me. He groaned and turned from his back to his side facing me, still asleep. "Ughhh, Stan!" I said slightly louder. He slowly opened his eyes and looked up at me. "Hey dude" he had the stupid hungover smile on his face when he noticed me. I rolled my eyes and pulled him by his arm out of his bed, "You need to stop drinking-" I said walking over to his closet grabbing a shirt and throwing it to him. "Besides you knew we had to go somewhere today." He shrugged his apology. I turned around once he put his shirt on and threw him his shoes. He was wearing a grayish shirt with those dark blue basketball shorts, and his black shoes. "Need any water before we go? I don't want you throwing up in my car," I laughed slightly. He grinned. "I'm good, besides I would never puke in Kyle's dear precious hand-me-down car~" he cooed walking over to me. I slapped his arm, "asshole, let's go." He just grinned in response.

We talked for a bit in the car until it got awkward, but luckily we arrived in time. "What classes are you thinking of taking?" Stan asked walking into the college office with me. "Not sure yet. Something to possibly do with Healthcare? Maybe a doctor?" Stan smirked "Dr. Broflovski, I like it" I rolled my eyes blushing slightly. "Hello! Are you Kyle by any chance?" I nodded, maybe a little too fast. "Great! Come into the office from these backdoors." The office lady pointed to some doors from the window. I nodded and I and Stan walked over there. We walked in and waited patiently for the Interviewer to come to talk to us. "Kyle Broflovski, Stan Marsh. Welcome. Come, to my office." A women names Amanda smiled and ushered us to her office. We followed behind. She sat us down in 2 chairs in front of a desk where she sat. "So I see Kyle, you're interested in our college doctors course, and apartment housing?" She smiled looking back at me from her computer. "Yes," I replied. "And Stan, you interested in apartment housing with kyle?" She asked eyes on Stan. "Yeah." He glanced over at me. I gave him a slight smile. He's cute when he's nervous. I'm too blunt, goddammit, I don't even like Stan that way. "Awesome and you're signing up for a student loan?" She asked looking back at me. I snapped out my thoughts and nodded. "Great. I can get you guys set up and you can move in tomorrow if that works." "Tomorrow? How that fast?" Stan asked a little surprised. She just grinned and winked at us both.

The drive home was full of conversation on how we're gonna decorate our room and which bunk we get and all that fun stuff. We stopped at my house first to grab a lot of my stuff for packing. "Hey I'm gonna go in by myself, it may take a few minutes, so here's the keys if it gets too hot," I said getting out of the car and tossing the keys to him. He did the things that soldiers do like the finger head thing? I don't even know. I grinned stupidly and ran into the house to get this shit over. As I stepped foot In the house I fell back against the door with a bang, it was my mother. "Kyle. Don't you dare ignore your mother, you shouldn't have walked out that door this morning." She pushed me. I tried getting up but she smacked me and I fell back down. "Fuck..." I mumbled as my face stang. "Get to your room now." She glared down at me. I narrowed my eyes and ran past her to my room. I hate that bitch. I quickly locked my door and grabbed a few backpacks putting clothes in one, essentials in the other, and hygiene in the last one. There's no way I could just get out of the house, I sighed and opened my window. Luckily it was only like a 3-foot drop. I was 5'10. So I can just slide down the roof and land. I tossed my backpacks down. And shut the window behind me. I jumped down and ran to the front of the house with my backpacks to my car. I got in and threw my backpacks in the back. "Hey man what took forever-" Stan looked up from his phone and I guess noticed my cheek and busted lip. He put his hand on my face to pull me towards him, I started blushing at this action. "Your mom?" He asked. I sighed and pulled away from him nodding. I put my seat belt on and started the car. "I'm sorry you had to live with that man." Stan sighs and looks at me worried. I shrug In response and we head to Stan's house.