Oneshot book 3..... Jesus Christ.

You think i'm weak?~ Shyle? Style?(South Park.)

I had no idea what the fuck I made up and just had to share.
Warnings: Um.... no idea what the hell I did.
Ages: 17 and 20..... surprisingly doesn't freak me out.
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Kyle's PoV.

"Hey Turd! I need a boyfriend for tomorrow's dinner!"

"Ask Kenny or something, I have a girlfriend!"

Lie.

"C'mon! Stan would be so pissed!"

"Even less of a reason to—."

"I swear to God dude, if I could, I would bust my sister for everything! No matter how old."

Stan better appreciate this.

"I'll do it."

"Good, Turd."

"You know, it won't be convincing with you constantly calling me a Turd."

"Yeah, fine."

"But what will I get?"

"I'll never beat you up."

"You think I'm weak? I could take that!"

"Fine. I will hurt Stan less."

"Absolute deal."

~Time skip..... y'know originally it wasn't with this fandom but I decided 'fuck it.'~

"Mom! My boyfriend's here!"

Oh Jesus Christ.... what did I get myself into?

"Kyle?!"

"H-Hi Sharon."

"Kyle! What on Earth—?"

"We haven't been going out for long! It's completely legal, I'm 18 next month!"

Stan walks down, looks me in the eye, looks at Shelly, and pinches himself, as if unsure if it could be possible for me to be stood there.

"Hi dude!"

"WHAT THE FUCK? I DON'T—NO!"

Shit.

"C'mon, Turd!"

"Please don't call him a turd."

"And what will you do?"

"You know, maybe tell—."

She freezes.

"Come down, Stan, please."

"Excuse me? Who are you?"

"Be a darling and come down."

I wink to Stan from behind Shelly, causing Stan to smile the widest i've seen in months.

"So we are going out to dance!"