I made it, i'm sorry 2/2~Mess of ships. (South Park.)

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So yeah. Style one now! This one is going to be a bit sad (this is Satire by the way. Stereotypical Uke Kyle... I can and I will. These are just things I don't personally like in a story, doesn't mean there isn't some GREAT fanficion with it. )
Warnings: Smut, violence, homophobia, and cursing.
Ages: 16 both.
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Kyle's POV.

"I use to be good friends with Stan but then he went and stabbed me in the back," I tell Nichole, drinking at my coffee.

"Yeah, Stan is such a fucking asshole nowadays," Nichole says.

"I can't believe this would happen with him. Homophobic, back stabbing fucker," I say.

She nods.

"It's really sad how much of an asshole he has become," she says.

~Ya know your pan hates it when Stan is mean. Also, time skip.~

"Hey! Kyle!" Stan yells.

I try to get away from him and his friend, getting away as fucking quick as possible.

"Hi Kyle," Leo says.

I sit next to him and Kenny.

"Hey! Fag!" Cartman yells over to us.

It hurts to be called that.

"Oh noo, is the faggot sad now?" He asks.

I close my eyes.

"Kill yourself you fucking Jew!" Cartman says.

I really should.

~Making Kyle suicidal? I'm guilty as charged. Well, anyway, let's skip on.~

"Kyle," Cartman says.

The teacher, for some reason, has left the classroom.

"Y-Yeah?" I ask.

He jumps on me and I, without any strength, really can't hold up against him. He keeps hitting me over and over.

"Hey!" Stan says.

He takes Cartman off of me.

"What?" Cartman asks.

I look up at Stan, who helps me up.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I ask.

I look away from him, hurt.

"Hey... I'm really sorry for what I've done," Stan says.

He puts a hand on my shoulder. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath.

"I forgive you," I say, looking at him.

Maybe I can love him like I use to.

~Time skip because you know ya Pan is on a mission to make it as much satire as possible.~

"Hey Kyle," Stan says.

I feel my heart jump from my chest... figuratively of course.

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