Second oneshot book

Kindness~Style (South Park.)

I will be displaying my opinion quite strongly. If you disagree with what I have to say, I would love to hear, why. (Also, this is NOT the same person I use WAY too often that models the person one of them is talking about. I have too many toxic people that have left me on the ground, crying, for me to even count.)
Warnings: Swearing.
Ages: 15 both. (Oh look, everyone falls in love at 15. Totally realistic.)
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Stan's POV.

"Hi Stan," Kyle says.

He smiles at me before sitting next to me.

"You look like shit. What is it?" I ask.

"Am I that see through?" Kyle asks.

"Yeah, to me. Now, what is it?" Stan asks.

"Do you even feel like when you're kind to someone, they just use it against you and make you feel like bullshit?" Kyle asks.

"Not... and if I have had that, I've probably been too stupid to notice. Has that happened to you?" I ask.

"Yeah, keeps happening. I don't know if being kind for no reason is good in the long run," Kyle says.

"It's morally correct," I say.

"Sure... it can be, I don't know. But a moral is what we decide ourselves. My morals are mainly just revolving around being a honest and responsible person. Your moral might be being kind. But what does being moral do for you if people literally beat you to the ground, every-fucking-day," Kyle says.

"Dude. Morals are what you value over other things. For me, I value honesty as well. Honestly and kindness. Your morals can be used against you but what's wrong with having those morals? If people use them against you, they think it's useful," I say.

Kyle sighs.

"Say someone you just stopped talking to like three months ago is calling you up, every fucking day, because 'come on, it was a joke you fucking bitch.' Yeah," Kyle says.

"What happened?" I ask.

"Someone I thought would be here until they died blinded me, years ago, to believe they would stay, but they were terrible. And thinking they were fine, I kept talking to them, helping... but they were using me to get to something. And when they got it, I didn't even think I would be pushed aside without a goodbye. Then they dare to talk to me again, saying it was all a joke," Kyle says.

"That's it, I have a bitch to stab!" I say.

He shakes his head.

"It's fine. I just- I'm not sure if that kind of kindness is right. Is giving everything you have to someone that doesn't even give a shit about you anything good? I don't think it's selfish to ask for something back anymore," Kyle says.

"W-What did they make you do?" I ask.

He takes a deep breath, taking out his phone.

"I'll just read a couple. 'Kyle, come on, you told me that you'd do it, so, come on. Are you backing out now? I thought you promised to help me!' 'I know it's illegal! But the bitch deserves this.' 'If you tell on me, I will rat you out to your parents. I'm sure your mom would be very happy with her sons behavior, wouldn't she?' 'Hey, I'm coming over. If you don't let me in, you know what will happen.' 'Kyle, that was so uncool of you. Calling me a bitch? Everyone is gonna know now.' 'What would your friends say about you? Kyle Broflovski isn't such a nice guy.' 'You care, don't you? I feel like nobody cares about me anymore.' 'If you don't do it, they'll all know what you've done. Stan, your mom, your dad. What would they all say about you?'" Kyle reads.

The more he reads on, the more pained his breathing becomes.

"What the fuck?" I ask.

He keeps his head in his hands.

"It's not as bad as it sounds like, I've payed the people that this did damage to, back and am on better terms with now. I didn't want anything to do with it but after the first time, they could get me to do it, over and over again," he says.

"Kyle... holy shit," I say.

"I didn't want to do it. I didn't want to do any of it," he says.

He hugs me, crying.

"Dude, it-it's fine," I say.

"I just- I wanna get away from it. That's the first thing I wanna do as soon as I can, get the fuck away from here and the shadow of the things I've done. I'm not comfortable here anymore, and sure, it's rich coming from someone that did terrible things but...," Kyle says.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I ask.

"I thought you would be mad, that you would abandon me. You're the only think keeping me afloat now. I don't want to lose you," Kyle says.

He looks so small, even though he isn't even small at all.

"I'm very mad. But I care about you enough to have listened and to know this is not your fault, anything you said," I say.

"Thank you," he says.

"I love you dude," I say.

"How? How, after everything I just told you, are you still able to be here for me?" Kyle asks.

"Like I said, because I love you, I really do," I say.

He starts crying again. I would call this something I hate, him playing into a stereotype when he needs to, but right now it's completely justifiable of him to cry just after he got over the last time crying. He calms himself down.

"Really?" He asks.

I respond to this by kissing him. He goes along with it until I pull away.

"I love you too. That's why I was so fucking scared to tell you this but since you are the closest person to me I had to tell you," Kyle says.

"I wanna hear the whole story, okay?" I ask.

Kyle nods before taking a deep breath.

"It's a long story," he says.

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This might have been the most emotionally draining one to write because, unlike you'd expect, I have been in Kyle's exact situation. Hell, I translated some messages I have gotten. Although mine were 3 different people instead of one. I didn't do anything bad, unlike I make it sound like. I just... felt like opening up a little.

~Eko.