South Park One-Shots

Sunday Morning(Kyle)

Okay so this is kind of my first one-shot. I usually just write full stories. So if this sucks then I am very sorry. :/
This one is a Songfic. If you haven't guessed, it is about you and Kyle. The song is Sunday Morning by Maroon 5. I chose this song because in actuality, this is my most favored song to date. So let us get on with the story. :3 (Picture is not mine BTW)

Sunday Morning, rain is falling.
Steal some covers, share some skin.

You sat on your bed, looking outside. The rain sprinkled the air. But you were inside, not outside. You were forced to stay in your room, bundled in a blanket. All because you were sick with a cold. You fixed your (short/long) (h/c) hair. It had started to bother you every time you sneezed.

Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable.
You twist to fit the mold that I am in.

The sky gets darker, as more clouds move in. The rain starts pouring harder, and all the people outside run for their homes. You lay back down in your bed, trying to get back into the sleeping position you were in earlier. Not only was that your most favored position, but the areas where you laid should've still been warm. After a few twists and turns, you finally get the right position, and eventually lull yourself to sleep.

Kyle's P.O.V (ERMAHGERD .3.)

But things just get so crazy, living life gets hard to do.
And I would gladly hit the road, get up, and go if I knew.

I'm just used to Cartman calling me a stupid Jew. I can simply just call him fatass back. It still works. However, I feel worried for (y/n). She hadn't come to school yesterday, so I'm paying her a visit. (y/n) seemed okay on Thursday, so she must've came down with a nasty cold. In my hands is a bowl of clam chowder, combined with a few packets of oyster crackers (oyster cracker are actually kosher).

That someday it would lead me back to you.
That someday it would lead me back to you.

I walk up towards (y/n)'s house and take a deep breath. I've actually liked her ever since she came here. Her (e/c) eyes captivate you. Those (short/long) (h/c) hair shine bright. Her tiny figure just add up her adorable rating. I can't stop falling for her. And I probably never will.
Knocking on the door, (y/n)'s mom answers.

"Hello, Kyle, sweetie! What are you doing here?" Her cheery voice must be where (y/n) gets her soft voice.

"Oh, I'm just checking to see if (y/n) is okay," I reply.

"She's upstairs, if you'd like to see her," she informs me, but her attention is diverted toward my bowl.

"Say, is this for her?" She inquires, pointing at the bowl.

"Yup," She simply giggles.

"That should help her," she points to the staircase.

That may be all I need.