Coming Out (Stan x Kyle - South Park)

Prologue

Disclaimer:  Obviously, I don't own South Park or it's characters.  I would just like that to be said. This is just a little thing I decided to write. No copyright infringement is intended. This story is going to be strictly written from Kyle's perspective.

Prologue

My name is Kyle Broflovski.

I'm fifteen years old, about to turn sixteen next month. I live in a small mountain town in Colorado called South Park. For almost all of my life I've lived here. Originally, I was born in New Jersey, don't know exactly where but that's where I was born. Shortly after my parents decided to move and ended up in Colorado. My mom has been a stay at home parent for the most part. Dad on the other hand is a lawyer. Our family isn't rich by any means, but our household makes enough for us to live comfortably. As comfortably as we can in this town.

South Park is very, interesting to say the least. Now, when I say 'interesting' what I really mean is 'bat shit crazy. 'There have been so many crazy things that I've seen, that I've been a part of since I've lived here. Since pre-school, I've hung out with the same group of three other boys besides myself. One of which I consider to be a close friend, another I consider an even closer friend. We're not best friends, we're super best friends but I'll explain that later. The other one fits my definition of 'interesting.' His name is Eric Cartman.

The three of us, and pretty much everyone refers to him by his last name. Cartman is a really dumb, smart person. Or a smart stupid person depending on how you look at it. He's dumb enough to buy a high schooler's pubic hair; but smart enough to trick said high schooler into eating his parents out of chili. I'm not at all exaggerating when I say words like 'interesting' or 'bat shit.' Cartman is the kind of person that has the potential to be a smart and an amazing person, but totally isn't. Only other thing I could say about him; is that one, he's a fatass, has been a fatass, and will always be. He's ignorant bigoted, constantly rags on me for being Jewish. Not to mention his mom not only his bitch, but a hermaphrodite as well. If you're sitting there wondering why myself or anyone else would associate with this person. I already told you earlier, he's interesting... and in a lot more ways than one.

Moving onto the rest of our little group, we have Kenny Mckormick. He's the close friend, not the closest, but a close one nonetheless. Most of the time he has good intentions. Out of the four of us he's the most perverted. Sometimes people give him shit because he lives in a low-income household. Mostly because his parents are interesting too, and lack good judgement. So, he's also known as "the poor kid" in town.

Finally, we have Stan Marsh, my best friend. His dad is a geologist and his mom works at the front desk of this plastic surgery place. He also has an older sister Shelly who use to bully the hell out of Stan when we were in grade school. Out of the other three, Stan is the one I'm closest to. Once he saved me from a cult that we were briefly apart of started by David Blaine. Ever since then we became "Super Best Friends."

Stan is always the guy I talk to about an issue I can't talk to anyone else about. We've had our moments when we got pissed at each other. I mean, who hasn't? But Stan is the most trustworthy person I know. The older we got, the more attracted I became towards him. Stan got taller, more athletic. Plus, the good features he already had become more noticeable. Like his eyes, his hair, and that smile. Especially that smile. Now he's a bit more of a jock compared to when we were in fourth grade and he's the star of the school football team. I use to play football too, but I got tired of it and simply just didn't enjoy it. Sometimes I still play basketball, but now I just run track as far as school sports go. After a while I got tired of hearing "Jews can't play basketball."

This now is the part where I talk about me, more specifically where I am currently... I'm gay. I have red hair, pale skin, I'm a Jew, and I'm gay. I'm just now starting to grasp that. I guess I'm pretty much your average teenager for the most part. I'm probably just as horny. I haven't dated that often. I dated this one girl Rebecca who was being homeschooled but that of course didn't work out. There's also this one girl named Bebe that goes to our school. I've dated her once in third grade, then again in middle school. She's the one that's always complimented me on my ass of all things.

After I hit puberty I started to realize I really wasn't all that attracted to girls. When me and my three other friends were younger we kind of were gay bashers. More so out of ignorance if anything because none of us understood it. I still kind of don't. All I know is that I watch a lot of gay porn in my spare time. I don't know why, but I like dick.

The worst part is Stan, my super best friend. The one I've known since preschool. I've had a crush on him since seventh grade, and now we're all high school sophomores. The last girl I dated was Bebe and that was around the same time I realized it so of course it didn't go anywhere. I don't know if anyone suspects it, but I haven't told anyone, I can't. I couldn't tell Stan, because then he probably wouldn't want anything to do with me. I wish I could tell him how I felt, and to find out that he felt the same way. I've always loved him but I know it'll never happen. One, I know he's not gay. Two, he's technically got a girlfriend. Her name is Wendy Testaburger and she's grown up with us as well. Stan and her have broken up and gotten back together multiple times, which I don't understand. You'd think a person would take the hint after the first time.

So, this is my life, the town I live in. My dilemma. I haven't told anybody about my sexuality and I'm terrified of I'm telling anybody. It's not what I want. I want to be open, to be accepted, to love, and to be loved just like anyone else.