Badass Kyle as a test for Kyman, in which I'd try redeeming Eric and making Kyle a badass.
Warnings: Sexual context (I try), cursing and just telling you, good person whose a badass might be the only thing I could consider something like a plus, so, this is going to sound sort of thirsty. Which means it's shit.
Ages: 17 all.
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Kyle's POV.

I take my headphones out of my ears, seeing the familiarity of South Park before me. When the bus stops, I get up and leave.

"Oh hi," I say.

There is a moment of silence from both Kenny and Stan, they're both just shocked.

"What the hell happened to you?" Stan asks.

I laugh.

"The jacket? I'm sorry, it was always like Autumn weather so I thought it would be fun," I say.

"I have a lot more questions than what the hell that jacket is," Kenny says.

"Oh, he talks now?" I ask.

I laugh.

"Don't take it personally. I just remember you as a silent dude," I say.

"I just... when?" Stan asks.

I roll my eyes.

"If I knew what you were referring to, I would answer. But I don't so I can shut the fuck up," I say.

"Your attitude is... different," Kenny says.

"What? Don't like it, pretty boy?" I ask.

"If Jersey is going to do that to me, sign me the fuck up," Kenny tells Stan.

I laugh.

"Nah, it's probably more than that," I say.

"It's definitely Jersey," Stan says.

I laugh again.

"Maybe. Or made it's because I don't want my hair on my face when I'm on my bike," I say.

"I didn't know you can even ride a bike," Stan says.

"Oh no no no. I can't, I wish I could but I can't cycle for shit," I say.

"Why have a bike if-?" Stan asks.

"Oh you thought. No, Stan, don't be an idiot. I mean like a motorcycle," I say.

"You can drive a motorcycle? Who are you?" Stan asks.

I roll my eyes.

"I just honestly wanted a way to get to school easier," I say.

"You're too gorgeous but I'll ask anyway... are you single?" Kenny asks.

"The fuck?" Stan asks.

"Aw," I say.

I smile at Kenny.

"Yeah, single," I say.

"How?" Stan asks.

"What is 'how' in this context?" I ask.

"How do you not have a girlfriend?" Stan asks.

"I've gotten that question quite a lot lately. I'm too gay for them," I say.

Kenny does the pose of success.

"What is it, Cutie? Are you that happy to have me on the market?" I ask.

"Yes, how many times can I say yes?" Kenny asks.

I laugh, winking at him.

"Say yes to a date?" I ask.

He laughs.

"That's the best line I've heard in ages," he says.

"Hey! I have pretty good ones," Stan says.

He hits Kenny on the shoulder.

"Shut up, your pick up lines are terrible," Kenny says.

"Love you too," Stan says.

"Okay. Is there something going on here or am I just looking at it the wrong way? I swear to god, you act like a couple," I say.

Stan laughs.

"I forgot I didn't tell you on text. Yeah, we're a thing. Been for 4 months now," Stan says.

"So you both are together but you don't mind him- I really don't understand," I say.

"We are open for people to join into our relationship," Kenny says.

"Ooh. So you're okay with polyamory?" I ask.

"Yup," Stan says.

"Oh okay, first time the attractive lot has talked about that possibility," I say.

"Attractive? Dude, do you look in the mirror?" Stan asks.

"Aw, you're calling me attractive? How adorable," I say.

I smile at both of them.

"But yeah, if you're both open, about that date," I say.

"We haven't talked for ten minutes and you're already asking us out. Wow," Kenny says.

"When it's pretty boys, I don't wait around. That would make me an absolute idiot. Plus, I already know both of you, ain't much to say. I've gone through quicker," I say.

"Do tell," Kenny says.

"What do you call it? It's just a basic fuck, right? That is the word. When you hit it off but it ends up being sex? To be honest, I've gone on a date with 'Are you attracted to men' 'am I attractive' 'wanna go on a date.' Some of the quickest dates ever," I say.

"Confident much?" Stan asks.

"Not really. It just seems like a good story to tell," I say.

I smirk at him.

"I don't have to be that confident, comes off as posing. Being myself is my thing rather than being a confident little fucker with a 'good heart and a cold exterior'," I say.

"That sounds like one of Shelley's old novels she'd read," Stan says.

"People are obsessed with mysterious boys that act cold. Well, finding a guy like that in real life that you can turn into a dream boat is impossible," I say.

I look between them.

"So I can presume it's a date?" I ask.

"If it wasn't weird, I'm pretty sure I'd ask you to marry me," Kenny says.

I laugh again.

"Someday, maybe," I say.

"So you wanna join us? Be the third?" Stan asks.

"In a relationship? I'm honored, Hell yeah I will," I say.

"Yes," Kenny says.

"It's not just the look here, is it?" I ask.

"Nope. As if you as an ass kicking nerd wasn't enough, you're really fucking awesome," Stan says.

"Let's see. I still kick ass and I'm still a nerd. Well, I guess i am still just that, an ass kicking nerd," I say.

I kiss him.

"But thanks anyway," I say.

Kenny laughs before kissing me.

"Welcome back to South Park, everyone is gay," Stan says.

I laugh.

"I'm fitting quite well then," I say.

Stan kisses Kenny.

"What was that for?" Kenny asks.

"Everyone was kissing everyone so I thought," Stan says.

They kiss again.

"Why make out in front of me? Are you going to fuck there as well?" I ask.