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SP-STYLE- Normal? chp.2 South Park not normal- STYLE chp.2
Do you REALLY want to know who I like? I was surprised, but I nodded. He sighed and put his hand on his fore head and looked like he was really frustrated and nervous! He put his had down from his face and looked at me like
He wished he didnt want to say anything; instead he fixed his fingers into a pointing position, and pointed, in front of my face.
I stared at the finger pointing at my face. My mind was blank. I didnt know what to do. I looked from Stans finger to his face. He looked serious. His face was also staring at mine with a not joking kinda face.
W-what? I said. Stan then smirked.
HA HA! Dude! You should see your face! You look as scared
SP-CREEK- Normal? chp.6
South Park; Not normal? (CREEK) chp.6
"Of course." Tweek smiled and turned back around and then I wrapped my arms around Tweek's torso. I looked over in Kenny's direction and he was smirking. That little bastard, he was watching. I smiled and I laid there happy and just watched the two boys fall asleep as I was wondering what me and Tweek were going to do tomorrow.
I lay on the couch with Tweek in my arms and was just waking up. The sky was still a dark grey, but it stopped snowing. I could tell it was morning because the sky was a dark grey, but birds were chirping. Tweek was still asleep. I petted his head. His hair definitely wasn't 'soft', more like a straw kinda feel. Tweek started to wake up and realized I had my hand on his head
SP-STYLE- Normal? chp.1 South Park not normal- STYLE chp.1
He likes a girl, but I like him. He has a girl friend, I dont. He is tall, good looking, and has great hair, while I am shorter then most guys, not as good looking and I have a fro. I, Kyle, have been best friends with a guy named Stan Marsh sense as long as I can remember. Yes, I am a dude and yes, I was just talking about my best friend like that. Why would a dude be thinking things like what I just said about another dude you ask? Well, because I am in love with my best friend and I would be considered not normal for liking the same sex. How long have I had these feelings for my best friends, Stan? About 7 years. I am currently 16 almost 17. I was staring out the window in my cl
SP-CREEK- Normal? chp.5
South Park; Not normal? (CREEK) chp.5
touché. I pressed my lips to Tweeks soft and tender ones. As gay as this may sound, this time the kiss felt more wonderful then the first. We separated from each others lips and looked into each others eyes. I embraced Tweek with my arms tightly around him. He did the same. I lay against the fire place and ever so often would say the 3 words, I love you. Even after he fell asleep in my arms I continued to say those words. I love you so much was the last thing I said before I closed my eyes, and drifted off to sleep.
My chest felt heavy and warm. The feeling felt nice. I felt something against my cheek. I slowly opened my eyes to see blonde, shaggy hair in my face. I realized t
SP-CREEK- Normal? chp.4
South Park; Not normal? (CREEK) chp.4
Ya, actually, I was waiting for you to come back out of the forest, but you never did, so I came back in looking for you. Touché, I was looking for him. (But I was lost) I followed the smaller boy in front of me to the exit of this forest. I was thinking what I should do now.
'What should I do now?' That thought ran through my head over and over. I lay in bed staring out my window. Just a few hours ago I had gotten lost in the forest and was saved by Tweek to me, this seemed like it should have been the other way around. I closed my eyes hoping to fall asleep. I closed my eyes to darkness and what seemed a second, opened my eyes again and it was light outside my window,
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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