Bear Hugs

Play Dead

Day One: Cuddling :)

Hey there hi there ho there

Thank you for reading my K2 week stuff! Every chapter stems from each prompt.

Enjoy!

Love,

Kyle, Your Local Garbage Gay

November 2012

"I'm telling you, it was bigger than any other bear we've seen around here!"

"Yeah, you've told us. Stan doesn't believe you."

Their breathing broke out in frozen clouds, their boots clomped over solid mud and scattered twigs behind Kenny McCormick's house.

"Do you believe me?" Kenny asked, tightening his hood around his small, freckled face. As far as he knew, he was the only one who had seen the gigantic bear. Even the adults thought Kenny was being theatrical.

"I believe that you think you saw a 'roided up black bear," Kyle Broflovski answered, the beam of his flashlight swaying from tree to tree, "But until I see it myself, I'm going to keep being skeptical."

"You brought your camera, right?"

Kyle patted his front pocket, "Yup."

"Well, she shouldn't be long now. I've been watching her. She usually comes here to scratch her back on the trees," he pointed to an upcoming clearing, a couple of miles deep into the woods. They lost the comfort of a dim back porch light awhile ago.

"She?"

"Yeah. I named her Big Bertha."

"How do you know it's a she?"

"I didn't see a dick."

"So? Just because you didn't see it, doesn't mean it's not there."

"Oh, yeah? Did I hit too close to him, Kyle?"

"Shut up."

Kenny grinned. They continued on in silence, hyper-aware of every leaf crunched, every sharp inhale. They often hung out in comfortable silence like this. They would sit in front of the Broflovski's couch, entangled in wires, the floor littered with random parts. They picked apart and reassembled anything they could get their hands on: computers, telephones, blenders, remote-controlled cars, a Sega Genesis, a boat motor. Their combined curiosity of wanting to know how things worked would sometimes cause trouble. Most recently, Kyle's mother came home to find the boys examining their brand new, freshly dissected toaster at the kitchen table. Her shrieking forced them to quickly put it back together.

Kenny loved working with his hands so much that he started making new things from old things. Kyle decided they would use leftover money from his 12th birthday and buy cruddy electronics from the thrift shop. Things they could manipulate all they wanted.

Over the years, Kyle had found that he had more in common with Kenny than anyone else in South Park. He always thought Stan best fit that role, but Stan was, and Kyle hated admitting this, just like everyone else. Kyle had more in common with Cartman than he did with Stan nowadays.

Kyle and Kenny were outsiders. Kenny and his family were the poorest in town and often talked about with pity. Kyle's family were the only Jews in a town of all Catholics and were often made to feel excluded. They always invited Kenny to their holidays and found that he meshed well, becoming an honorary Jew.

"You know bears go down on each other?" Kyle asked with a sly smile.

"No way."

"Way. Scientists did a 10-year study on two captive bears."