A/N: Sooo... Hey :) I'm not sure where this idea came from... But I was looking through the pairings and saw that Red Goth/Kyle isn't very popular... :/ I think Kyle goes good with anyone. :) Haha, well anyway enough of my rambling. Enjoy? :P

Dear Diary,

Oh god... I feel ridiculous for doing this. But Red's all about emotions and shit, so he suggested I do this. Plus, he said he would do it too so that it wouldn't seem so bad. I think he called it a diary exchange or something. Ya know, where you write an entry and you give it to somebody else and they write one. Then you keep passing it back and forth. Yeah, so that's what I've been conned into doing. So far, though, I don't feel any better. Apparently writing in this thing is supposed to make me more calm and release some of my angst. Yep. Still waiting for that to happen.

Actually, I just feel worse after going to the dollar store to purchase this horrid thing. I mean, the lady looked down at it and gave me an amused smirk before ringing it up. Its not necessarily my fault they only had two choices to choose from and this was the less girly of the two. The other one had happy, dancing flowers and smiling bees, whereas this one has non-smiling flowers firmly planted in the ground where they belong. Its not my fault, its the factory's fault whom they received them from for not making manlier diaries... And if I really want to start pointing fingers, its mostly Red's fault for making me do this. Worse, he refused to be the one to buy this damn book, leaving the task to me.

Eh. Red's not all that bad really. He's a better friend than Cartman at least. I can't exactly remember how we became friends, but I believe it was sometime back in middle school when some kids were picking on me for being one of the only two kids in the class to pass the test over Romeo and Juliet that our teacher had assigned. At first it was just harsh whispering behind my back. Then name calling started, which I excepted without batting an eye. When they noticed that I wasn't paying them any attention, they became more determined and started following me down they hall, calling after me with painful jeers that made me turn red with fury. At this point I turned around and pulled a Craig. This gesture was one they didn't take too kindly to and I was pummeled to the ground in a matter of seconds. I didn't get hurt too badly though, because my attacker received a punch to the face and I was pulled to my feet by the goth kid with red and black hair.

I think we started hanging out sometime after that. I even manage to make him smile sometimes. But the best part is when I can make him laugh, because it's especially hard to do and his laugh is really entrancing. ...Oh god. Please just ignore that comment, dude. Crap, I'm writing in pen... Ugh. So I guess I'll stop here and give this to you tomorrow, probably during second hour. But I think your right, I do feel a tad bit better after writing in this thing. But only a little. Jesus, don't let Cartman know were doing this, he'll never stop harassing me about it.

Signed,

Kyle Broflovski

A/N: I've already written chapters two and three, but I don't know if I'll even continue this... Please leave a review telling me what you think. :) Thanks for reading!