Friday. Thank god. I run my hand over the back of my head again, still surprised to find no long red curls to twirl my fingers into. The grey of the sky is as uninteresting as the icy roof of the school we sit on day in and day out. Soon we're going to have to move indoors for the intolerable winter. I take a crisp bite into my apple and glance around at my friends, the sky, my feet, at anything really, except Cartman.
"Any of you guys got suits for homecoming? It is tomorrow and all," Butters pipes up.
"Butters, could you be more gay?" Cartman asks, drinking his hot cup of black tea. I can smell the bitterness rising and entering his body. Craig laughs.
"Token is having a party afterward," Butters adds, having as much ease ignoring Cartman as me.
"It's gonna be great, have you ever been to his house? It's a fucking mansion," Craig states with his usual asshole tone.
"Is Tweek gonna be there?" Cartman asks sweetly.
"Fuck off," Craig states. I can't help but grin. Neither was ever really clear on if their relationship was real or not, but then again as a fellow victim of a fake gay relationship, I have some sympathy. Except at least he was paired up with a caffeine addict, while I was paired up with—
"Come on Craig," Cartman continues in tone so saccharine you'd half expect his mouth to be filled with maple syrup, "You know Tweek would be so glad if you asked... showed up to his house... maybe with a bouquet—
"Dude, stop it. You know they're not gay," I finally interject while Craig's middle fingers dance in Cartman's face. I catch a pout starting to form on the brunette's lips before I remind myself I'm not looking at him, and instead look over at Butters' naive face.
"I have to go," I tell the blonde. "My mom is making me, cause Ike is on the team."
"Don't worry, I'm going with you," Kenny adds. Butters grins at the prospect, "Then we're all dipping over to Token's house," Stan shifts uncomfortably at Kenny's words. Right, still doesn't want to see Token. Stan still hasn't said two words to me since he saw me in the dressing room with Wendy. I sigh in frustration and rub the back of my neck again.
"Creek forever. You know, I think I still have one of those paintings," Cartman cackles.
"Knock if off, asshole," Craig warns.
"What? Love comes in all forms, and you should really be more open to the idea—
"No one is gay! None of us is fucking gay!" Craig retorts, obviously falling for the bait. His red face contrasts his blue hat, drawing attention to how angry and/or embarrassed he really is. "I don't know anyone in this fucking town who is except Mr. Slave and Big Gay Al, who make their living off of being big gay stereotypes!"
"I'm gay," I finally state.
"And another thing, if we're calling anyone gay here, it's you for sticking Butters' dick in your mouth!" Craig continues. Cartman isn't paying attention though. Slowly, Craig catches on too, and finally every single one of my friends is staring at me.
"You're what?" Stan asks incredulously. He's looking at me as if I grew two heads.
"I'm homosexual," I state. "I have an physical inclination toward men. Women don't do it for me. How many other ways can I say it?"
Kenny just grins and pats me on the back, "Our little Kyle is all grown up." He wipes a crocodile tear from his cheek.
Craig stares at me dumbstruck, "Oh. Sorry dude, I didn't mean—
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Elysian Fields (A Kyman Fanfiction)
FanfictionKyle Broflovski is sixteen and going crazy. He's desperate to get out of South Park, his only home his entire life. He's confused, angry, and feels more alone than ever, so why not work at the dingy strip club at the edge of town? Wait -- is that Ca...
