Love Letters: Dear Kyle by clyde-o-scope, literature
Literature
Love Letters: Dear Kyle
Dear Kyle,
So how about this assignment huh? Having to write each other "heart-warming" letters. Pft...kinda gay if ya ask me. I wonder who yar sending yar letter to. Probably Stan. I jus' kinda thought I should send ya one since we barely talk to each other unless Stan or Cartman is there. Let's see..."heart-warming" huh? I'm honestly not good at this type of stuff heh...Well I guess this'll be "heart-warming" enough fo' ya.
Uh, I think yar really sweet with a sweet ass ; ). Not only do I want to fuck it but I want to..."make love" to it. I guess that's my way of saying I have a thing fo' ya. A really BIG thing, and I ain't talkin' 'bout m
K2 .:Teenage Dream:. 6 by SoTotallyFlaccid, literature
Literature
K2 .:Teenage Dream:. 6
Kenny's POV
After kyle hung up I went out to the front room and grabbed my coat.
"Mom, I'm leaving for the night."
"WELL GO AHEAD AND JUST LEAVE. THAT'S WHAT YOUR FATHER WANTS TO DO ANYWAY." My mom screamed from across the room.
"SHUT UP BITCH. I WOULD ONLY BE LEAVING BECAUSE OF YOU."
I left.
I walked outside and it was cold. I zipped up my coat and headed to Kyles. The whole time I just
kept thinking of what I would say or do when I get there.
Could I hold myself back?
I'm sure we would sleep in the same bed. Or maybe I'm thinking to fast.
I was close to Kyles' house. I could see it.
I walked up to the front porch and paused. Shou
K2 .:Teenage Dream:. 9 by SoTotallyFlaccid, literature
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K2 .:Teenage Dream:. 9
Kyle's POV
It was the next day, and I was already up. I just layed there, watching Kenny sleep.
Does that make me a weirdo creeper? If so, I don't care. This is.. Amusing.
He looked adorable. His hair was crazy, in all directions. And he looked.. Peaceful.
Younger.
Oh shit, what if one of my parents come in here? What if they're downstairs, and
noticed Kenny isn't there? Dammit.
I poked Kenny's chest a few times. "Hey, hey wake up. Kenny." I said loudly in his ear.
"Huhhh." He said, drooling.
I don't know what I should think to that.
Is that supposed to be cute?
Oh, what the hell.
"Get up. Now." I said, looking over at the door
K2 .:Teenage Dream:. 13 by SoTotallyFlaccid, literature
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K2 .:Teenage Dream:. 13
Kenny's POV.
I heard my parents yelling from my room. They were yelling at eachother,
like usual. Nothing new, honestly. I heard my dad, he said something
and called my mom a bitch. And she said something about him being nothing.
And that he's a stupid dick. I sighed. Maybe I could go to Kyle's..
Hopefully his parents, and Ike, aren't there. Or asleep. I could easily sneak in.
Yeah. I'll do that. I got up and slowly opened my door. My parents were in their
rooms. Good. I just walked out of my room, grabbed my coat, and left.
Pretty soon, I was at Kyle's. Shockingly, his parents weren't home. And Ike
most likely, wasn't there either.
K2 .:Teenage Dream:. 12 by SoTotallyFlaccid, literature
Literature
K2 .:Teenage Dream:. 12
Kyle's POV
The next morning, I was woken up by Kenny, shaking me.
I sat up quickly,
"Kyle, you have to.. Go." He said, staring away from me.
"What?"
"Your mom-" He was cut off by my mom throwing the door open to his room,
"Kyle, get out of his bed! Get up! We're going home, now! I am disappointed in you.." She screamed at me from across the room.
I nodded and got out of bed quickly. I just had my boxers on. She looked at me disgusted, and left the room.
I sighed, and quickly put my pants on. Kenny threw my shirt at me. Not even looking at me.
"Kenny.. Are you okay?" I asked him quietly, while putting my shirt on.
He nodded slowly,