KYLE POV:
I slipped my white iPhone into my black jeans and sat up from the beds sinking mattress. I slid over on my socks to the carpet and looked at myself in the mirror.
I slipped my comb out of my desk drawer and ran it threw my hair a couple times to straighten the red mess swirling in ringlets hanging in my eyes.
Waiting I ran down the steps in my house down to the final floor.
"Kyle where are you going?" I looked over surprised to see my mom, she had her hands on her hips and she had a mini sneer or question clasped onto her face.
"Ma, I'm going out to the movies" I explained as I slipped my green coat on and watched my mom but I looked away and adjusted the collar in the mirror.
"With who? With who Kyle?" Sheila Broflovski raised a questioning eyebrow and watched hme slip my coat on. I blushed a little and she saw because she asked me: "Do you have a girlfriend Kyle?... Or a... Boyfriend...?" She asked me.
I felt my ears turn red and I looked down at the floor as I was setting my foot into my green converse.
"No mom!" I blushed and looked away. I could tell she thought I was lying. Even thought I sorta wasn't. "I am just going out with Stan!"
"Okay Bubba" She looked a little flustered but told me one more thing before I closed the door behind me. "Be safe"
"Okay Ma, I will. Love you" I closed the door but not without hearing her whisper. "Love you too" before I closed the door I stepped out into the cold night air.