Title: Lonely (1/?)
Author: Shadow
Rating: PG
Paring: Kyle/Christophe
Summery: Kyle isn't really enjoying himself at the school dance. So someone
is going to cheer him up.
Authors notes: I'm so in love with this par it's almost sick, *Giggle* Oh
so shoot me. Anyhow so this is part of a series I was thinking or writing
and I'm not really sure how many chapters that this one is going to be.
Please be nice to me, I'm not very good at writing fanfics. Flames are
welcome and will be ignored. ^.^ mmmmhhh, Kyle and Christophe...*drool*
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Kyle gave a small sigh, out of boredom and loneliness. It was just another annual school dance and he was without a date, again.
'This sucks' he though to himself, shuffling his feet along the floor, and slumping in his chair. Kyle was always told high school was suppose to be better, the best years of his life, but instead, it was the same, no scratch that, it was worse. He still hung around with the old group, Stan, Cartman and Kenny, which he guessed was some kind of comfort, but even that had changed. Stan was still his best friend, although he was now one of the jocks and become quite active in the school's football team. Cartman was still has fat and outspoken as ever and just like in elementary school he was the self appointed leader of the student body, declaring that he was the most popular kid. Kenny still had his mind in the gutter, and was the biggest player in South Park, or so it seemed anyway.
Kyle, in his opinion hadn't really changed all that much. He was still the small Jewish bookworm that spent too much time behind the computer. Stan and Kenny had done a large amount of growing compared to Kyle. He was the shortest, small and mousy looking. Most of his clothes were too big for him, because he always hoped that he could grow into then, but no such luck yet. His hair was still that bright red that seemed to stick out in every place from his head. Kyle still wore his old green cap most of the time to hide his mess.
Kyle didn't know why he was so surprised that he felt left out from his friends, it was normal for him. He was always out of the loop, or left out from the activities. He should be use to it by now. He remembered before the dance Stan had offered to set him up with one of Wendy's friends. "I'm sure one of them is free." Kyle had been so revolted by the idea. He knew Stan was only trying to help, but he wanted to find his own date and not be set up with someone who was as desperate as he was. Was desperate the right word? He wasn't sure. He knew he wanted a relationship, but his reasoning differed from his friends. He didn't want it for a quick screw like Kenny, nor did he want it for keeping an appearance like Cartman. Stan and Wendy seemed normal enough, but they were too teeny bobber for his taste. They hung on each other and giggled at the stupidest of things, completely obsessed with each other, almost disgusting to watch. Maybe Kyle was jealous of them. He wasn't really picky or anything, he just wanted someone who could be there when he was lonely, like he was now.
The dance floor was a mass of movement as some techno song came on. He could see his friend's scattered around the room. Kenny making out with his girlfriend of the week, Cartman talking to a group of people, while pretending to sound important, Stan had been dragged onto the floor to dance. Kyle felt the jealous feeling in the pit of his stomach again. He tried not to stare when Wendy put her arm around Stan's waist tugging him close. Stan put his hands very close to her butt as they started to move. Kyle made a face, didn't they care they were around people?
"That's it," he said, standing up. After his best friend started to grind his girlfriend, Kyle couldn't take it anymore. He knew coming to this stupid dance was a bad idea. Walking to the large double doors he gave a quick look back, confirming that his friends wouldn't even know he was gone. They were much to busy to notice him. With a small huff, he left, slamming the doors behind him. South Park nights were usually cold, but tonight seemed colder then he remembered them being. A small breeze passed threw the dead air at random and with out warning. He shivered slightly, putting his hands in his pockets. The walk home wouldn't take long, but with his mood like it was, it could possibly take longer then he hoped. Oh who was he kidding, he was in no hurry at all, even with the cold. His steps were small and distracted, as his mind ran threw different questions, the main one being was getting himself into these situations, and were they worth the embarrassment he would feel later, showing up at a dance or some other stupid social event with out a date, you were the laughing stock of school the next day. Not really paying much attention to where he went, Kyle didn't start to focus until he realized he had walked to the playground. A small smile appeared on his face. He did miss the old days in some way shape or form. At least then he didn't feel like the third wheel all the time. His slow steps made their way to the empty playground. In the dark, his old hang out seemed so ominous and lonely. Kyle growled to himself as he took a seat on the swings, his shoulders huddled to his neck to keep warm. Everywhere he went he was reminded of how lonely he felt inside.
"Damn it, it's not fair," he said out loud, knowing full well that no one could hear him. "Just once it would be nice to feel needed for something. Anything. Shit that sounded corny." He shivered again. "This is great Kyle, you've been reduced to talking to your self in the playground." Kyle tilted his head back to look at the sky. One of the good things about cold wind nights, were that they always made it easy to see the stars. Even those bugged him though. "I'm starting to feel like I'm the only one in this world who's all alone." he said bitterly. If he had been walking, this body heat would have kept him warm but unfortunately just sitting there, the cold was starting to really take it's toll on him. Kyle's teeth began to chatter loudly and he rubbed his arms for warmth. Both did little good. A small voice in the back of his mind reminded him that he would freeze to death if stayed there like this. "Oh who cares?" he said out loud again. "It's not like anyone would notice if I die or not." Self-loathing had been part of Kyle daily routine, and it never seemed to get any better. The constant jealous feeling toward his friends and the anger he felt for himself had reduced him to a bitter person over the last two years in junior high, and now in high school, things were no different.
Kyle shivered violently under the cold. He couldn't see but his lips were starting to turn blue. Looking down at his watch he saw he had left the dance almost a half hour ago. How the time passed so quickly he didn't know. "Christ" he said trying to standing up only to fall back down in the swing, his body stinging with pain. His body was so cold, he felt like his muscles were frozen. He growled under chattering teeth, "Should have warn a thinker jacket." Well in his defense, he thought Stan was going to give him a ride home. He tried standing again, but again the cold stung. "Just fucking great!" he yelled trying again and failing. Even the small body warmth he was generating wasn't helping, and after trying one more time he stopped. He ached all over and most of his body had gone numb from the cold.
"This is so pathetic," he whispered. Lowering his head he felt a small tear of frustration escaped. He was disgusted with himself. "I don't care any more."
"That is pathetic," a new, soft voice whispered in his ear. Kyle's eyes widened, he knew that voice, it was vaguely familiar. Before he could turn around to see who it was, two strong arms rapped around his huddled shoulders and in circled his chest.
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Kyle gave a small sigh, out of boredom and loneliness. It was just another annual school dance and he was without a date, again.
'This sucks' he though to himself, shuffling his feet along the floor, and slumping in his chair. Kyle was always told high school was suppose to be better, the best years of his life, but instead, it was the same, no scratch that, it was worse. He still hung around with the old group, Stan, Cartman and Kenny, which he guessed was some kind of comfort, but even that had changed. Stan was still his best friend, although he was now one of the jocks and become quite active in the school's football team. Cartman was still has fat and outspoken as ever and just like in elementary school he was the self appointed leader of the student body, declaring that he was the most popular kid. Kenny still had his mind in the gutter, and was the biggest player in South Park, or so it seemed anyway.
Kyle, in his opinion hadn't really changed all that much. He was still the small Jewish bookworm that spent too much time behind the computer. Stan and Kenny had done a large amount of growing compared to Kyle. He was the shortest, small and mousy looking. Most of his clothes were too big for him, because he always hoped that he could grow into then, but no such luck yet. His hair was still that bright red that seemed to stick out in every place from his head. Kyle still wore his old green cap most of the time to hide his mess.
Kyle didn't know why he was so surprised that he felt left out from his friends, it was normal for him. He was always out of the loop, or left out from the activities. He should be use to it by now. He remembered before the dance Stan had offered to set him up with one of Wendy's friends. "I'm sure one of them is free." Kyle had been so revolted by the idea. He knew Stan was only trying to help, but he wanted to find his own date and not be set up with someone who was as desperate as he was. Was desperate the right word? He wasn't sure. He knew he wanted a relationship, but his reasoning differed from his friends. He didn't want it for a quick screw like Kenny, nor did he want it for keeping an appearance like Cartman. Stan and Wendy seemed normal enough, but they were too teeny bobber for his taste. They hung on each other and giggled at the stupidest of things, completely obsessed with each other, almost disgusting to watch. Maybe Kyle was jealous of them. He wasn't really picky or anything, he just wanted someone who could be there when he was lonely, like he was now.
The dance floor was a mass of movement as some techno song came on. He could see his friend's scattered around the room. Kenny making out with his girlfriend of the week, Cartman talking to a group of people, while pretending to sound important, Stan had been dragged onto the floor to dance. Kyle felt the jealous feeling in the pit of his stomach again. He tried not to stare when Wendy put her arm around Stan's waist tugging him close. Stan put his hands very close to her butt as they started to move. Kyle made a face, didn't they care they were around people?
"That's it," he said, standing up. After his best friend started to grind his girlfriend, Kyle couldn't take it anymore. He knew coming to this stupid dance was a bad idea. Walking to the large double doors he gave a quick look back, confirming that his friends wouldn't even know he was gone. They were much to busy to notice him. With a small huff, he left, slamming the doors behind him. South Park nights were usually cold, but tonight seemed colder then he remembered them being. A small breeze passed threw the dead air at random and with out warning. He shivered slightly, putting his hands in his pockets. The walk home wouldn't take long, but with his mood like it was, it could possibly take longer then he hoped. Oh who was he kidding, he was in no hurry at all, even with the cold. His steps were small and distracted, as his mind ran threw different questions, the main one being was getting himself into these situations, and were they worth the embarrassment he would feel later, showing up at a dance or some other stupid social event with out a date, you were the laughing stock of school the next day. Not really paying much attention to where he went, Kyle didn't start to focus until he realized he had walked to the playground. A small smile appeared on his face. He did miss the old days in some way shape or form. At least then he didn't feel like the third wheel all the time. His slow steps made their way to the empty playground. In the dark, his old hang out seemed so ominous and lonely. Kyle growled to himself as he took a seat on the swings, his shoulders huddled to his neck to keep warm. Everywhere he went he was reminded of how lonely he felt inside.
"Damn it, it's not fair," he said out loud, knowing full well that no one could hear him. "Just once it would be nice to feel needed for something. Anything. Shit that sounded corny." He shivered again. "This is great Kyle, you've been reduced to talking to your self in the playground." Kyle tilted his head back to look at the sky. One of the good things about cold wind nights, were that they always made it easy to see the stars. Even those bugged him though. "I'm starting to feel like I'm the only one in this world who's all alone." he said bitterly. If he had been walking, this body heat would have kept him warm but unfortunately just sitting there, the cold was starting to really take it's toll on him. Kyle's teeth began to chatter loudly and he rubbed his arms for warmth. Both did little good. A small voice in the back of his mind reminded him that he would freeze to death if stayed there like this. "Oh who cares?" he said out loud again. "It's not like anyone would notice if I die or not." Self-loathing had been part of Kyle daily routine, and it never seemed to get any better. The constant jealous feeling toward his friends and the anger he felt for himself had reduced him to a bitter person over the last two years in junior high, and now in high school, things were no different.
Kyle shivered violently under the cold. He couldn't see but his lips were starting to turn blue. Looking down at his watch he saw he had left the dance almost a half hour ago. How the time passed so quickly he didn't know. "Christ" he said trying to standing up only to fall back down in the swing, his body stinging with pain. His body was so cold, he felt like his muscles were frozen. He growled under chattering teeth, "Should have warn a thinker jacket." Well in his defense, he thought Stan was going to give him a ride home. He tried standing again, but again the cold stung. "Just fucking great!" he yelled trying again and failing. Even the small body warmth he was generating wasn't helping, and after trying one more time he stopped. He ached all over and most of his body had gone numb from the cold.
"This is so pathetic," he whispered. Lowering his head he felt a small tear of frustration escaped. He was disgusted with himself. "I don't care any more."
"That is pathetic," a new, soft voice whispered in his ear. Kyle's eyes widened, he knew that voice, it was vaguely familiar. Before he could turn around to see who it was, two strong arms rapped around his huddled shoulders and in circled his chest.