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07

07: a note
pov: kyle broflovski

tw: suicidal thoughtsss
it's been a week since our field trip to alpine, my favorite part was when craig got kicked in the gut. i also liked when stan–

"do you need a ride there?" my mom knocked on my door, abruptly opening it without my confirmation. "mom, i'm changing!" i squealed, throwing a blanket over my bare waist.

stan invited me to his house tonight, i said sure.

"oh? is my boy so old that i can't watch him change anymore?" my mom seemed strongly offended. "no mom, that's weird." i reached for my drawer, grabbing onto a random pair of boxers.

"well you can find your own ride, then!" she huffed, slamming the door just like that. great.

"i don't care, go then!" i shouted.

why did she care? i'm older now, that's weird as hell. after changing, i texted stan letting him know my current state. my stupid, inconvenient, current state.

k: i won't be able to make it

s: WHY

k: i don't have a ficuhng ride

s: it's fucking not ficuhng

k: okay

s: i'm just joking
s: kyle?
s: i'll pick you up jeez

k: you have ur car ??? i thiyought ur mom took it on a trip

s: she did. u spelt thought wrong too

k: how the hell will you pmu????????
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i tossed my phone on my mattress, he didn't even tell me when he'd be here. a few minutes later, a loud thud met my window. i opened my blinds, watching as stan continuously threw rocks at my window.

"come on, i don't have all day!" stan shouted, picking up another handful of pebbles.

"stop, i'm coming! i'm coming!" i groaned, grabbing my phone and running downstairs. i could still hear him throwing rocks at my windows, obviously just for fun now.

"stop you idiot!" i stepped outside, closing the door behind me.

"i didn't know you have a cat, kyle!" he pointed up to my window where milo laid. milo was my white and brown spotted cat, he kept me company when i needed it. "can i go see it?"

"no, no you can't see it. we're going to your house, not mine." i scoffed, "and what the hell did you use to get here?"

stan pointed to a nearby bike across the street, it looked a bit ran down with duct tape plastered on the wheels. he grinned at me as if i were supposed to be proud of him.

"hell no. i'm not getting on that." i refused, but stan grabbed my hand and dragged me to the bike. he sat in the front, telling me to hold on since it wasn't really secure. i wrapped my arms around his waist tightly, but not in a gay way, in a cool way. a straight way. that's it.

he began peddling, letting out a relieved sigh. "i'm glad we're friends again, kyle."

under all of that 'big ego' personality he wears, i know he's just someone who wants love. deep down, he's a boy who loves animals and sitcom shows. someone who loves his mom dearly and has a soft spot for kids.

"yeah, me too." i let a smile spread across my face, knowing he couldn't see it.

"uhm, we're going to my dad's house since my mom's not here right now. just don't talk to him." he picked at the handles. i forgot his parents divorced.