Colorful (STYLE South Park)

Chapter 3 - Stressed

This chapter is made so you can see the characters inner thoughts and developments towards each other!

Kyles POV-

I left Stan to sit on the roof alone, I stayed over night and that enough for me.

I find myself back in the old school, the halls were dimly lit.

I find my book bag and change in the old smelly bath room.

I fix my hair and reach for my green hat and it's .. gone?

Stans POV-

Kyles hat had feel off in his sleep.. I don't feel like giving it back. Maybe being a dick can be fun.

I shove the hat in my book bag.

I climd of the roof and run to the high school which was 2 blocks down.

Clyde waves me over and does his usual shitty apology after yelling at the team.

Everyone's forgave and forgot and jumped into a knew conversation.

But Kyles words were lingering with me.

Maybe my friends don't care...

They'll just drop me in a few years.

Nobody's here.

Why?

The faces around me become blurry.

So blurry.

I felt like vomiting.

I'm sober right now.. right?

Maybe not.. but I didn't drink I was with..

Kyle.

Fuck he's corrupted my brain.

"IM LEAVING BYE." I say covering my mouth so I don't vomit everywhere.

Everyone's confused but doesn't care enough to follow.

I make it to the bath room and into a stall i pass out on the toilet like a drunk man.

How sad, I cant control my own emotions.

I hate everyone and everything right now.

Everything does everything back fire on me.

Why.

Kyles POV-

I'm at school, alone.

I'm staring blankly at the popular kids.

I don't envy them it's just,

Confusing to me.

How they talk with so much pride.

And just enjoy their life's.

I mean I guess it's envy but I'd rather not put it in those words.

Wheres Stan? He's always hanging around Clyde.

I wonder.

Plus my hats gone and last time I saw it I was with Stan, and I really really i want it back. It's valued by me a lot. Memories come in slow for me but hat is like it's own sense of nostalgia, plus I haven't cleaned that hat in awhile.. well sucks for Stan who probably has it cause he's a dick.

I just don't get him.

I wish I could read his mind.

You know what never mind he's probably horny 24/7.

Stans friends POV-

(His friends consist Kenny, Cartmen, Craig, Clyde, Jimmy, Token, Scott, Butters, Brimmy, Kevin, and Bradley)

"Stans acting weird, like a puppet or something" Token said rubbing his hands together.

"Poetic" Kenny laughed out

"Nah but for real Tokens right, y'all
think there's something up..?" Clyde looked at everyone.

"Nope." Everyone said in synced agreement.

"Okay moving on then." Cartmen hollered.

Stans POV-

I feel my self wake up, I feel cold. Oh shit I slept in the rain no dip I caught a cold.

I'm going home, fuck school.

My walk home was painful.

My stomach was sloshing around in my gut like a slushee.

My knees were shaky and my leg couldn't even carry me that well.

I made it home, and I unlock the door and splat on my living room floor.

Just like how my dad uses to do.

Ironic I'm like Randy now.

Ugh , whatever.

Kyles POV-

Schools done, I guess that means home I go.

I feel ill, probably from the rain, or anxiety. Or both? Maybe , who knows?

Slowly I walk home, all the kids are with their friends, it makes me feel so lonely.

.

Where is everyone?

My eyesight blurred.

No more, I want friends.

Why can't I..

Have friends?

Fuck you Stan

People hate me because of you.

Fuck...

Fuck.. you.

I'm walking like a hobo on crack but I don't care.

I'll get home.. soon.

...

And I'm home, after 10 minutes of feeling like dying.

... "hello...? Anyone home..?"
I shout

No response.

Okay whatever, I'll just.. take a .. quick nap.. once I'm in my.. bed.

I make my way up the stairs , slowly..

I flung open my bedroom door then slammed it behind me.

I missed my bed and hit the floor, and bam I'm out.