Kyle- chapters one- three

I wrote this fanfiction and my friend Farja asked me to post it here. You can check the full story at fanfiction.net my pen name there is InTheMix. This is a SouthPark fanfic. The guys are 16 here and Kyle is gay, everyone finds out and he becomes depressed and an unlikely boy loves him back


Chapter one- Reveled
It was a nice autumn day, the weather crisp and cold. This is the time of year the girls of South Park, Colorado would be putting on more clothes to stay warm but recently they were starting to wear less and less. It came to the point where almost every girl wore only mini skirts so short you could tell the most that the girls wore were thongs if that and halter tops so sheer you could tell if the girl you were looking at was cold or not. It seemed that the girls were becoming sluttier and sluttier as the days wore on and with that the girls were becoming more and more sexual toward the boys in their class.
All the boys were remembering the last that this happened and shivered at the thought because they remembered that party and Paris Hilton and Mr. Slave, but soon that shiver of horror turned into a shiver of pleasure at the thought of that party a second time around. That is except for one red haired boy who still shivered in horror at the thought about what this whole thing could lead to.
“Hey guys, sex party at my house!” Bebe shouted one day at lunch, “I will be personally inviting and servicing all the guys at my party!” She looked around and saw the first guy she wanted to invite on the outdoor stage giving a speech to become student body president, so she shouted, “Kyle, my house, sex party on Saturday be there at 8 and I’ll give you the time of your life.” Everyone within hearing attention heard this and started to watch to see what he would say.
“Umm, Bebe this isn’t the time to really ask, I’m kind of busy, thanks for the invite but I won’t be attending. Sorry.” Kyle responded and he was about to start his speech again but Bebe was mad about the rejection so she yelled back for all to hear, “I bet you aren’t going because you’re gay!”
Kyle immediately turned beat red at the accusation and he didn’t realized he blushed until it was too late because Bebe shrieked “Oh my god, he’s gay!” turning to the rest of the crowd Bebe yelled “Hey everybody, Kyle Broflaski is gay!” Kyle was so embarrassed as people started to laugh and he noticed that Eric Cartmen was among the loudest, he ran off the stage with tears streaming down his face. He knew this would happen one day and he knew that Cartmen would be one of the loudest laughing at him but then why did he feel so surprised that this happened?
Stan watched silently as Kyle ran off the stage. He was in shock because he had never guessed his best friend was gay and he felt a little offended that Kyle had not told him sooner. Cartmen came up from behind laughing his ass off saying “Ha Stan, I told you that fucking Jew rat was a fag!” Stan turned around to glare at him. He was about to make a hostile remark when he noticed a strange look in the fat asses face that he couldn’t place and before he could remark upon it Cartmen said “I can’t miss the chance to get to him while it’s fresh, see ya.” He then walked away quickly before he could stop him.


Chapter two- falling into the depths


Kyle had made it of the school before everyone found out. Although he knew that by tomorrow everyone would know, and he could probably just kiss the election good bye, in a small town like this everyone treated gays oddly. That’s why Mr. Slave and Big Gay Al left town when they became a couple.
He got to the student parking lot and headed to his car. For his sixteenth birthday he had gotten a car and since his father was a good lawyer he got a very nice car. As he pulled out his keys he thanked god that he no longer had to take the bus and suffer a humiliating ride home. He felt bad about leaving Stan and Kenny without a ride but he needed to get out of there before everyone knew. The door finally opened and he got in but his vision was so blurred from the building tears that he had to sit there for a few minutes so his eyes could clear. He put the keys in the ignition and was about to pull out when Cartman came running out of the school with his new found muscles he acquired when he lost all of his excess fat. Despite everything this asshole has done Kyle couldn’t help but look at him and feel a wave of lust and that speed up his heart, the feeling consumed him for a moment. Cartman waved his arms frantically trying to signal Kyle not to leave but Kyle didn’t feel like putting up the quips he knew that were to come if he let the fat ass in.
Kyle quickly pulled out and drove home, leaving the German boy in the dust looking at the car getting smaller and smaller. Cartman was filled with an emotion he could not fully understand as he stood there looking at the Jewish boy’s car disappear in the distance.
Cartman turned around to head back inside. He was almost back inside when he was pulled into a shadowy rook that was off to the side. He was pushed against the wall and held up by the scruff of his shirt, Cartman knew who it was before he was turned around because there was only one person in the whole school who was able to do this to him now that he had bulked up. He was facing Kenny who still wore an orange parka that still muffled his voice but was as always understandable, “You will not hurt, Kyle, understand?” Kenny pressed on Eric’s throat so the little Nazi would get the message.
Cartman nodded and replied, “Why the fuck would you care, I thought poor people hated gays.” Kenny just glared in response and hit the fat lard in the face.
“I am warning you once and that is it, if you so much as make him cry I will hurt you.” With that he left Cartman there, dumbfounded.
Cartman started to wonder what the hell was going on with Kenny. Did he and Kyle have something going on he wasn’t aware of but that didn’t matter because he thought that he would never hurt Kyle about this, ever. He was walking to go inside by this point and stopped dead in his tracks, wait, why wouldn’t I give Kyle shit about this? I give him shit about everything and accuse him of being a fag every other day and yet why wouldn’t I do anything about it? Still worrying about this fluke that’s happened in his internal thoughts, Cartman returned to his classes for the rest of the day pretending that nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

Kyle pulled into his drive way and was glad that his parents and Ike were away for the next two weeks for Ike’s genius children convention in Canada. He ran from the warm and toasty car to his house. He got inside quickly, slammed the door shut and ran up to his room to wallow in self pity. He thought he was so naïve for lusting and in a way falling in love with the boy who he had argued with for most of his life. He thought that he was bound to screw up his life no matter what he did, if he came on to lard tits he’d be mocked and everyone would think he was perverted for loving that which he knows if Cartman could get away with it, kill him or he could stay away from Eric and suffer on the inside.
All of the possible outcomes he could foresee were bouncing in his head and he couldn’t bear it any longer, he needed a release. For the first time in his life Kyle took pain meds when they weren’t needed to dull everything around him, so he wouldn’t have to feel.
He popped three in and swallowed them without drinking anything. He mopped around for about thirty minutes until the meds kicked in and when they did he fell into the abyss of nothingness and didn’t care if he ever came out again.

Chapter three- the worse day ever

Kyle spent the rest of the night lying in bed trying to put what he would have to go through tomorrow out of his mind. He finally fell asleep around 3 in the morning, tears streaming down from his eyes.
He woke up before his alarm went off even though he only got three hours of sleep. He looked down at the wrinkled up clothes he wore the day before and slowly changed into what he would wear that day including his green hat that he always wore. He finally looked out the window and say that the sky was it’s usual cloudy gray but today he could have sworn it had a slight electric charge to it as if the weather some how knew what he was anticipating the day to be.
Kyle waited until he couldn’t wait any longer and went to his car so he wouldn’t be late for school. Like he planned it, he got to school just as the bell rang so no one would be in the halls to gawk at him as he passed in the hallways. He forgot he needed to stop at his locker so he ended up a little late to homeroom.
They just finished the pledge when he finally entered the room. As everyone sat down, seeming to not notice Kyle because the flag was facing opposite to him and the door, he slipped into the back of the room. Cartman however had noticed Kyle’s arrival and with out thinking, Cartman stuck his foot and ended up tripping him as he would have done any other day. The clatter of Kyle falling alerted everyone to his presence and they all started to stare at him as if he were a new oddity they had never seen before.
The teacher cleared his throat and said “Mr. Broflaski, if you can’t get to class on time like the rest of us at least be quite. Hurry up and get to your seat or I’ll give you detention.” Everyone in the class smirked because until that day Kyle was the teacher’s favorite and was the only student who was called by his first name rather than his last.
As Kyle got up Cartman noticed something was off beat with Kyle’s movements and expressions, a sort of weariness he only ever saw on his mother when she was hung over from whatever sort of drugs she took and still had a bad night. Cartman looked at Kyle wondering why he had noticed that and stared to long because Kyle noticed this and apparently as well as the rest of the class was gawking at him fore, the Jew yelled to everyone who was in the class, “Take a picture, it’ll last longer!”
He stalked to his seat next to Stan, slammed his books onto the desk and sat down. “You have earned yourself a detention, see me after class!” Kyle thought, well at least my seat is in the back of the class so no one could stare at me easily and Stan will understand why I didn’t tell him, he’ll cheer me up. He turned to talk to Stan about this but Stan was a stiff as a block, staring intently at the empty white board at the front of the classroom. Kyle attempted to start a conversation many times but Stan stone walled him out every time, his eyes never deviating from the blank board that lay ahead.
Kyle stood up as the bell rang, got his detention and went to his first period. Every class was almost identical to his homeroom except the rest of his teachers didn’t give him detention. “A slight sliver of silver lining on the worst day ever,” Kyle muttered to himself as he went to lunch. As he entered the cafeteria it seemed as if someone had hit a magic button so that suddenly everyone turned down the volume so that the loudest they could talk was in a whisper. Everyone was giving him strange looks, especially the guys who looked slightly menacing as he walked to his normal table. As he was sitting down everyone stood up and left to go to another table except Wendy who was still dating Stan, Kenny and Cartman.
Wendy wiggled over to Kyle and gave him a giant bear hug from the side. For the first time since yesterday he smiled at her compassion and then looked down at Wendy. He had to bend his head to look into her eyes to say “Thank you, you have no idea how much I needed that.”
Wendy just smiled, she was the only one not going with the trend like the last time it was going around and said, “Well I know what it’s like to be an outcast because you’re not like everyone else and I knew if I were going through what you were I would need a hug,” she shrugged and started unwrapping her lunch.
Although Wendy was talking to him, Kenny and Cartman remained in an uncharacterized silence. Both of them felt pangs of pain when Kyle winced because he caught sight of Stan who was still acting as cold as an ice burg toward him. Wendy noticed this, she shot a glare at Stan and said, “Don’t worry he’ll come around eventually, it was just a shock you know?”
Everyone remained in silence at the table until Cartman couldn’t take it any more because he had come up with to much material to let it go and was spoiling for a fight between Kyle and himself, he realized over the years that he actually liked fighting with Kyle and had no idea as to why, he just couldn’t put his finger on it.
“Hey Fag, how do you get a gay man to scream? Fuck him and then rub your dick on his flower curtains.” Cartman started laughing hysterically at his own joke.
“Shut up fat boy, I’m warning you.” Kyle stood up towering over Cartman’s sitting form. Cartman continued laughing hysterically and everyone who was in hearing distance was laughing hysterically with him as well, save Wendy and Kenny who were glaring at everyone else. Kyle turned around to face the entire cafeteria and shouted to the audience who was now watching him “If you have a problem with me being gay, take it up with me or leave me the fuck alone!” Kyle sat back down and started to eat his lunch and eventually Cartman and the rest stopped laughing when they caught sight of Kyle’s murderous glares at them. They all were silent until the end of lunch, even Cartman who still had loads of material left.


As Cartman was going to his next class he wondered why he didn’t start bagging on Kyle when he saw it annoyed him, which was usually when it was the funniest time to do so. Maybe there’s some sort of Jew magic at work here he thought a booming voice in his head that sounded like him when he spoke but then a tiny little part of him he never heard speak to him before that had a high pitched sound to his speech said or maybe you felt bad for him and didn’t want to hurt his feelings any more than they already were. The other part of his brain argued, since when do his feelings matter to me? It’s not like I care about him, I don’t love anybody. The tiny voice was growing larger and deepening when it said, or maybe that’s exactly what’s happening .Maybe you do care for him more than a friend, maybe you even love him in a way because you yourself are gay. Cartman’s eyes widened and thought, that’s impossible! But the voice already had a come back to this and said Think about it, why have you never had a girlfriend even though the hottest babes in this school throw themselves at you since you became first string varsity running back? He thought back well they’re all whores who have no self respect. That was a lame response by his standards and he knew it before the voice said, that’s lame, since when have you cared about shit like that? By this time the tiny voice sounded exactly like him and was the main talker in his brain while the once mighty voice he always listened to was so soft that he could barely hear it over the new voice. The conversation only lasted about a minute but after that his life was changed and thanks to his epiphany he now knew why he had done all the things he had over the years and went to his next class knowing he loved Kyle his old time enemy.


Kyle was approaching his last class of the day, Gym. This was the class he was worried over the most all day. He was thinking of all the possible mishaps that could happen, then he added in his hick of a teacher was and the prospect of gym seemed much worse then it did two minutes ago. He walked to his locker that held his gym clothes. He looked around and noticed that none of the other guys in his row were undressing. He unlocked his locker and was about to take his shirt off when the P.A. for the locker rooms said in a nasally voice “Kyle Broflaski, you are to come to the PE coaches office immediately, and bring your gym clothes with you.” Kyle got his clothes, slammed his locker shut and glared at all the boys who weren’t changing just because of him. It’s ridiculous, I’ve seen them change every school day in the locker room since the beginning of junior high and never even checked them out! I don’t even like any of them like that! Kyle thought these things angrily as he walked to the coach’s office.
When he got to the coach’s office, his hick, he made a slight adjustment; his dick of a PE teacher was waiting for him. He looked as mean as ever but there was a slight gentleness in his look that was out of place in his face.
“The other students have requested that you change where you could not see them as it makes them uncomfortable to get undressed in front of someone who would look at them like a sexual object. I can’t believe they are changing the protocol of my locker rooms but it wasn’t up to me. These boys are just homophobic and you pay them no mind, but you will have to change in the bathroom stalls from now on, I’m sorry.” The coach said all this in a rough voice and when he finished Kyle was in shock. Of all his teachers he thought this one would be the worst in the way he treated him but he acted as he always had towards Kyle rough but polite when he was alone, that was then he could say for his other teachers, they didn’t treat him badly but just differently and it really got on Kyle’s nerves.
“Fine,” Kyle said and walked out of the office and into the bathroom to change. The rest of class went as he expected, it was to cold to go outside so they ended up playing dodge ball inside and he was the target of most of the hits, even when he was out. Kyle noticed that although Stan shared this class with him he wouldn’t talk to him but at least he wasn’t hitting making Kyle his target.
After school Kyle was walking out of the locker room when a large group of boys circled him so he couldn’t escape. There weren’t many people around so no one came to break up the circle that had formed. The leader of the group was a senior who used to make fun of him and his class mates in the fourth grade, he was the leader of the fifth graders back then but now he was just another senior who felt like taking up an old past time. The senior said “Have you ever heard of a gay bash, faggot?” At those words the circle grew tighter as the people approached him and though Kyle had become a black belt in the Israeli martial are Krav Maga, there were too many of them. Kyle got in a few good punches and kicks he was soon over powered by the amount of people and his own will power dying and each blow killed a little something inside of him until he felt like an empty shell.
When they finished they left Kyle lying in a bloody heap on the concrete. Kyle just lay there for a while and when the sun was about to set he got achingly up and went to his car thanking God he didn’t have anything broken. When he drove up to his drive way he saw a shadowed figure sitting on his door step. He was debating if he should pull out and drive on or see who it was when the person made a Spock peace sign with his hands and knew that it was Stan. He decided to stay so he got out of his car and walked to where Stan was sitting.
When Kyle finally made it to his door he didn’t look at Stan and went inside. Stan followed Kyle into the house and was about to speak when Kyle turned around and Stan saw Kyle’s bloody clothes and face clearly. Stan gasped at the horror of it all and Kyle said “what do you want; I thought you weren’t talking to me any more.”
“Dude what happened?”
“Some assholes thought it would be fun to have a gay bash after school. Why are here, I thought you were mad at me.” Kyle started to walk up stairs to get cleaned up, it was an obvious dismissal but Stan followed anyway.
“I wasn’t mad at you, just hurt that you didn’t tell me before. Ok I was mad that you didn’t trust me, I thought we were best friends.”
“it’s not that I didn’t trust you, it’s just I didn’t feel like coming out of the closet yet and wanted to wait until we went to college and got out of South Park before I told anybody.” They were silent for a long time and it was only disturbed when Kyle hissed as he put the anti-septic stuff on his wounds.
Stan went downstairs as Kyle went to change into a clean pair of sweat pants that were to serve as his pajamas. Kyle went downstairs after taking some pain meds, to find Stan sitting on the couch. Stan looked up as Kyle entered the room and he noticed Kyle’s abs had become much defined and looked nice on his friend’s six foot four inch body.
“So are we cool?” Stan asked nervously.
“Yeah we’re cool just never distrust my friendship again, you know you’re my best friend and I don’t know what I would do without you.”
“I know and I’m sorry for the way I acted.” Stan and Kyle did a guy hug and then Stan left.
Kyle went back upstairs and took more pain meds. He had taken a total of six three for the physical pain and three for the mental. Although he and Stan made up it was still on of the worse days of his life and he wanted to forget it. He did his homework and went to a dreamless sleep feeling numb and wanting someone warm to be held, unaware that a German bay was dreaming about doing just that.

Midnight Writer