South Park On Ice

|02|

"Stanley!" My mother screamed happily. I pulled down my red scarf I had wrapped around my neck and smiled slightly at her waving. "Everybody Stanley's back!" Wait what?

My eyes widened as my friends and family popped out of nowhere with posters and pictures of me. You have to be kidding me on!.

My mother rushed to my side and pulled me along to everyone, not only that but everyone in the whole airport was staring at me, this was so embrassing why must they be like this. My dad greeted me in a bone crushing hug while my big sister punched me, I kind of wanted my grandad to be here but...he passed away earlier in the compitition so I couldn't see him or visit his funeral, I did get to call my mother and father though, he'll probably have something to say about me giving up and being a pussy but that was okay it was just him and I missed it. He's in a better place though.

"Come on Stanley everyone in town's waiting on your arrival!" My mother sqwealed in happiness tugging at my jacket, I sighed shaking my head, I'm just so tired I can't deal with this to be honest.

"Mom I just really want to rest...please" I said looking up at her with a small frown. A warm smile plastered on her face as she nodded. I'm so glad she understood.

"Let's get you home son, your room hasn't been touched in forever!" My dad said flinging his arm over me with a huge grin on his face. I chuckled a little rolling my eyes.

It's pretty good to be back.

"Oh and you'll be going back to school Stanley"

WHAT NO!?

|Kyle's P.O.V|

"Kyle up buooby!" I hear my mother call from downstairs. Groaning I rub my eyes and sit up trying to get used to the sun shining in my eyes.

Another day of school, I fling myself off the bed and got dressed in my usual outfit stuffing my crazy ginger hair into my hat, I needed to get a trim because some of my hair was showing and I hate it. Grabbing whatever I needed I raced downstairs and into the kitchen where my mother was cooking breakfast , my father reading a newspaper and my little adopted Canadian brother sitting at the table smiling. I yawned tirdly before taking my own seat at the table.

"How was the compitition? Who won?" My mother asked, for all you don't know, it was the Grand Prix Final yesterday, I was at it to watch not competing but I do Fiqure Skate, I just haven't made it into the big league yet.

My name is Kyle Broflovski age 17 and I've only been doing Fiqure Skating for 2 years so of course I haven't made it quite yet but that's my dream.

My mind switched to that boy I met in the stalls, I knew he was, Stanley Marsh the skater with the lowest point and has now have up honestly though he shouldn't of did that, he had what it took but I guess it happens to the best of us, I'm not going to lie though the guy was cute. I wonder how he's doing the now, it sucked I never get to meet him again or maybe I will at compititions!

My mother sat my breakfast down in front of me, even if she was a bitch (Like Cartman keeps saying) she was really a big help, she motivated me, Ike as well, Ike's always looked up to me and I really appreciate him for that, my dad doesn't really like Fiqure Skating all that much but hes there when he needs to be but sometimes he's to busy. My coach? Fatass, suprised?

Cartman doesn't skate but he's not that much of an idiot when it comes to it, he gives alright directions and he does make a pretty good coach which is actually hard to say that because how he is but I guess never judge a book by its cover. He's the one that gets me into small compititions and does everything to help, we do have our fair shares of arquments but we're best friends so it's not a big deal.

When I finish my breakfast I get up kissing my mom on the cheek like always and hug my father and brother. Swinging my bag over my shoulder I head out in the cold, I was tired from coming home late last night, my dad went with me and took me home, he fell asleep during it though which I didn't mind all that much. Cartman couldn't make it because he was busy with some things but he probably wanted to watch it on the TV seeing how it was live. Speaking of the devil Cartman was waiting at the bus stop, we always met there to get to school. I called over making him turn round, Cartman was a boy with a blue and yellow hat and a red jacket, the hat hid is hair very well but everyone knew he had brown locks under there. He was pretty fat too but he was trying to lose it from getting laughed at a lot for it.

"Hey Jew" He greeted, I rolled my eyes and stood beside him to wait on the bus.

"Hey fatass" I greeted back.

"Oh hey guys" Me and Cartman turned round to see Wendy, we smiled and waved at him, Wendy was apart of our little group too, he liked Fiqure Skating just as much as we do but he was more to watching it than participating, I always thought he would be a good coach like Cartman, maybe more serious though but he was smart and beautiful.

He? Oh I forgot to mention that Wendy was a transgender, female to male and changed her pronouns to he and him. He cut her raven black hair short but kept his pink hat which didn't hide her locks so much and kept the purple jacket. No one minded about this, what was there to hate about it? He was one of the most popular people at school everyone loved him for him.

So it was just the three of us waiting for the bus to get here, the good thing was...after school we always got to visit the ice rink down the road from here to practice. It washed away stress from school and it made me happy.

||Woohoo!

Double update today, tomorrow I'll put up the third part and like I said it's not always going to be Stan's P.O.V and they will be some twists. I hope you don't mind that Wendy is a transgender, I do respect the LGBT community and I'm actually in it so no shade towards them I thought it would just be interesting to do so for the book.

If you don't like it I'm sorry, there will be a lot of Boy x Boy going on though so I should've put a warning for that.

Anyhow I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I'll see you in the next one

Byeeeee