"St-stop checking me out Kenny! Fucking hell! "The goth/emo/mystery kid tries to yell. He sucks at it.
"How does he know my name?" I ask Cartman.
Cartman ignores me and mumbles about how emo boy hates Kyle and his mother.
When Kyle's name is mentioned, the kid clenches his fists slightly.
What the hell did Kyle do to this guy that made him hate him so much?
"First, how do you even know Kyle's mom and Kyle? Second, who the hell are you?!"
"I used to live here, and I'm no one important."
SURE YOU'RE NO ONE IMPORTANT, YOU'RE JUST A FRIENDLY PERSON WHO KNOWS MY NAME.
"Name?" I scoff.
"I'm no one special-"
"STAAAAANNNN!" Cartman squealed.
The goth seems to not be able to control himself. He scrambles up to Stan, and gives him a bear hug.
Stan started choking, and he let go.
"Wh-who the FUCK are you?" Stan crudely asks him.
Realization seemed to place itself on his face.
Ok, we know this guy. But he's scared to tell us who he is.
He immediately backs off.
"O-oh, s-sorry." The emo kid starts shaking, and occasionally twitches, but not as extreme as Tweek.
Stan seems to see this kid is awkward and extremely nervous.
"Why did you hug me?" He says in a more soft tone.
He glances at me, hoping for an answer on the situation.
"I-I'm s-sorry. I'm going."
The jock raises an eyebrow at the goth.
He runs off, but you can tell by the pace and form, he wants to pass out from even jogging.
"I'm gonna see if he's ok." I whisper to Stan.
"...ok."
I run in the kids direction.
Once he thinks we wouldn't be able to see him anymore, he stops and pants like a dying dog having an asthma attack.
"Fu... fuck... ugggggggh... exercise... OH SHIT I'M BEING CARTMAN!"
He sighs... and then the next thing I see makes my jaw drop.
No. Fucking. Way.
A curl a red hair falls out of the beanie.
No fucking wonder he hugged Stan.
Those two being apart is probably the reason Kyle become emo or whatever the fuck.
He shoves it under the beanie.
"Well, besides the overall stupidity of yourself, that went WAY better than it should have. You got lucky they didn't recognize you."
Is he really... talking to himself?
And in third person too.
Oh god.
He needed that fucking hug from Stan.
Who knows what's been happening to the poor guy?
The possibilities didn't look to good.
He walks in silence for awhile. "Fuck... FUCK. Don't look at me, sir." Kyle whispers to a guy that glanced at him across the street. " You don't need to strain your poor eyes with my faggy little face. I'm sorry if I hurt your mental heath..."
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