South Park Isn't Gay, I Am.. (COMPLETED)

Chap 1

{this is written in only kyles pov.}

I wave at Stan as I rush over to the bus stop and hug him.

"Oh my god! Get of off me you scruff!" Stan says. I move away from him, hurt flashing in my eyes.

"But dude, I haven't seen you in ages!"

"Oh god kahl! What are you wearing? That hat is sooooooo 1999" cartman says running a hand through his spiked hair.

Kenny laughs and says something about my jacket.

"Oh no..." I say stepping back.

"Oh my god Kyle! We need to change your in tire wardrobe!" Stan says taking a hold of my hand. I blush.

"S-Stan! Not this fad again!" Stan raises a plucked eyebrow.

A PLUKED eyebrow. I hate this fad. especially since I am gay. I pull my hand away from Stan's glaring at him.

"I'm NOT going to let you do this to me again!" I shout tears building up in my eyes

"OMG! Kahl crying like a little queer mo" cartman says. I glare at him then look at stan.

"Your supposed to be my best friend. my super best friend. but you would rather be popular then leave me like I am." I say and I walk to a different bus stop.

It's butters, jimmy, Wendy and Kevin's stop. Wendy looks at me an smiles.

"Kyle! OMG! I've missed you so much!" She hugs me and I hug her back.

"Kyle! You should like, totally change that jacket!" Butters says but I ignore him.

if your wondering were I've been I went to San Francisco. but only for a few weeks so my dad could see how he liked it.

"Hey kyle... are you all right?" She asks looking into my eyes

"Stan tried to make me a metrosexual, again." she sighs patting my back.

"It will work out, just like it did last time."

"I don't know if I can forgive him this time." the bus pulls up and I walk on. every single guy is dressed like a gay stereo type. I hate it.

I sit on my own at the back. Stan gives me a look as I walk past an I ignore him. it hurts to ignore the person your gay for.