Kyle. Single. Seventeen. Certified Jew.

Hey, I'm Kyle and yes I am a Jew. I've lived in South Park my entire life and its been alright. I hang out with my friends, and always get into a fight with that Fatass Cartman.

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Everything is always borning.

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Kyle was glad that he ran into Craig, since he had nothing to do. But he didn’t really seem to want to hang with him. He was surprised when Craig told him lets go, actually wanting to hang out with him. “Don’t you have to work?” He wondered how Craig got away with leaving work all the time. Craig wasn’t one to care about what would happen to him for leaving. “Man I don’t even know how you get away with that… your lucky” He never really hung out with Craig that much but he knew that he didn’t really care about much. He didn’t know how one person could care so little about everything, but he knew that he went through a lot no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

He walked with Craig through the alley way and wondered what he was into, what he wanted to do. Since he really didn’t hang out with him he didn’t know what he liked to do. “So what did you want to do dude?” He didn’t care what they did since Kyle didn’t have anyone else to hang out with, so whatever Craig wanted to do was fine with him. He walked beside him and kicked a pebble that he saw on the floor. “Why is it that since we got older… it seems like things around here have gotten boring.” He put his hands in his pocket and stared at the ground. “You lead the way to what you want to do. I’m up for anything”

He followed Craig as they walked to a place to eat. It was a good thing since he hadn’t had anything to eat since he woke up. He figured that Craig would be hungry to since he left early, he probrably didn’t have lunch. “Have you ever eaten here before?” He walked into the place and sat down at a table with Craig. 

“How I get away with it? Dude, this town is shit. There isn’t enough people to go around and work so they take what they get. Fuck, it’s barely minimum wage, but it pays for my apartment.” Craig shrugged. He didn’t really say anything as the two of them walked down the alleyway and into town. Kyle was talking again but it went in one ear and out the other as Craig walked. It wasn’t really that he hated the kid, but he wasn’t his favorite person. No one was his favorite person and that was just because Craig didn’t like or trust anyone for the most part — except Clyde and maybe his new roommate, Stan.

He laughed. “It’s not that we’re getting older, dude. Shit has always been boring in South Park. That’s just the reality of it.” He shrugged again and followed him into some food place as they sat down. He fished around for his wallet and took it out, setting it off to the side while looking down at a menu in silence. Craig cleared his throat and then looked up slightly. “No, I haven’t. But then again, I usually just eat whatever I find around the kitchen. I don’t go out all that often.” He shrugged again and went back to looking at the menu.

A burger sounded decent. He didn’t need much to eat. Craig wasn’t that big of a guy. “What are you getting…” He glanced up Kyle and smirked slightly.

Kyle nodded in agreement with Craig’s comment. South Park was always boring, that’s why they did some stupid shit when they were younger, just to have something interesting to do. Now everyone just seemed to be busy with there own things. He looked up as Craig as he spoke. “I think i’m going to get a burger… I hope its kosher.” Kyle was always skeptical of his beliefs sometimes. Cartman was always trying to convince him that Jews were evil, but for the sake of his parents he dared not to question it anymore. He just went along with whatever they said. He noticed a smirk on Craig’s face. It was weird since Craig didn’t really show much emotion ever, but he liked it. It was nice to see Craig like that. 

"What were you thinking about getting?" Kyle didn’t really know what to talk to Craig about. He usually kept to himself and since they never really hung out at all there really wasn’t much to talk about. He tried to start up some conversations, not knowing if Craig was even interested in having one, since he always seemed to get annoyed with people talking. "So what have you been up to?" Kyle wanted to get to know him better since they rarely ever spoke.

He waited for the waitress to come back and ordered his meal, and watched Craig as he placed his order for his food. He made sure to ask if their meat was Kosher. He sat there with awkward silence, across from Craig. “So how do you like your apartment?” He knew Craig recently got a new apartment. He heard it from Stan and Cartman. He created some small talk to try and get Craig to open up more so he could get to know him. Kyle was always willing to talk to others and be nice to them. He just wanted to have more friends to look out for. Unless your name was Cartman. 

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Everything is always borning.

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Kyle was taking care of his brother while his mom went to the store. He didn’t like that even though they were older now he still had to watch his little brother. He wanted to do his own thing not sit there and watch his brother who was old enough to watch himself, but he knew if he didn’t listen to his mom that he would have to listen to her complain and yell at him.

He heard a car pull into the drive way, and he sighed with relief. Kyle jumped off of the couch and walked over to the window to make sure it was his mom. Now that his mom was home he was able to actually go out and hang with his friends. He walked over and grabbed his phone and texted his three friends, asking if they wanted to do something now that he could hang out. Cartman told him to fuck off jew, and Stan and Kenny were hanging out. So Kyle was on his own to find something to do. Going to his room he grabbed his green hat and pulled it over his red curly hair. He put on his jacket and then walked into the living room where his mom was. “I’m going to go out for a bit.” His mom nodded for consent and told him to be careful. Why was he still treated like he was a kid. He wished his mom would stop doing that, it was embarrassing and it irritated him.

Kyle walked out the door making sure to shut it gently to not anger his mom. He walked down the cold South Park streets in search of something to do for the day. It was surprising that all of his friends were busy. They used to hang out all the time, and now that Kenny and Stan were dating they were hanging out a lot, and Kyle didn’t really want to be a third wheel so he avoided it, and he never got along with the fatass so he didn’t want to just hand out with him. Cartman would probably make fun of him the entire time. He slipped his hand in his pocket and zipped up his jacket to protect himself more from the bitter cold.

As he walked down the street he saw a familiar face leaning against a wall. Kyle walked closer to him, it was Craig. He must have been on a smoke break since that’s where he worked. “You know those things kill, haha.” Kyle said it in a joking manner, since occasionally he had a smoke since it took the edge off, but he had to hide it from his mom. If she found out she would freak. “Dude i’m so bored and nobody wants to do anything, You want to do something when you get off?” He never really hung out with Craig, but it had to be better than hanging out with Cartman. He hoped that Craig got off soon because he didn’t really want to sit around waiting for him, but he would since there was nothing else to do.

It always seemed to happen when he thought about them — one of those assholes would show up and act all chummy with him. This time it was Kyle Broflovski. Craig blinked and ignored the statement about the cigarettes being a killer. He wasn’t an idiot. He knew what they did to a person. Craig sighed and took another puff of his cigarette, staring at Kyle. Maybe hanging with him wouldn’t be so bad. It would get him out of work and away from these cynical assholes. Craig slipped out of his apron and tossed it onto a crate. He walked over to Kyle and then smirked, nodding his head in the direction of town.

“Come on then, let’s get the fuck out of here.” He shoved his hands into his pockets and walked out of the alleyway, heading down the street. He ditched a lot, but he never got fired. It was a good thing the town was so small and shitty. There wasn’t enough people to work so every person counted no matter how fucking terrible or lazy they were. Craig was making money for not doing a damn thing. It was great. He pulled a hand from his pocket and took the cigarette from his lips, taking another drag. It was an automatic response to stress. Light up and enjoy. This had to have been his eight cigarette that day alone.

Sometimes it was good that no one could understand his thoughts. His head was a fucked up place of nothing good and everything bad. There was no end to the chaos that ran his thoughts everyday. It was like he was out on earth just to be tormented.

Kyle was glad that he ran into Craig, since he had nothing to do. But he didn’t really seem to want to hang with him. He was surprised when Craig told him lets go, actually wanting to hang out with him. “Don’t you have to work?” He wondered how Craig got away with leaving work all the time. Craig wasn’t one to care about what would happen to him for leaving. “Man I don’t even know how you get away with that… your lucky” He never really hung out with Craig that much but he knew that he didn’t really care about much. He didn’t know how one person could care so little about everything, but he knew that he went through a lot no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

He walked with Craig through the alley way and wondered what he was into, what he wanted to do. Since he really didn’t hang out with him he didn’t know what he liked to do. “So what did you want to do dude?” He didn’t care what they did since Kyle didn’t have anyone else to hang out with, so whatever Craig wanted to do was fine with him. He walked beside him and kicked a pebble that he saw on the floor. “Why is it that since we got older… it seems like things around here have gotten boring.” He put his hands in his pocket and stared at the ground. “You lead the way to what you want to do. I’m up for anything”

He followed Craig as they walked to a place to eat. It was a good thing since he hadn’t had anything to eat since he woke up. He figured that Craig would be hungry to since he left early, he probrably didn’t have lunch. “Have you ever eaten here before?” He walked into the place and sat down at a table with Craig. 

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Everything is always borning.

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Nothing ever changed.

That’s the way the dark-haired male like it. He was a boring person living a boring life with a boring school and boring aspirations. He had no goals and ultimately had no will to do anything. He could care less about every other sad fuck in town and he sure as hell didn’t give two shits about that other South Park crew. Sure, he had hung around Cartman as a child, but he never really gave a fuck about the four of those bastards. No, he was fine with Clyde Donovan, Token Black, and Tweek. The four of them weren’t as obnoxious as the others and in a way, their boring ass friendship made Craig feel comfortable. He didn’t need an excess lifestyle. He didn’t need over-bearing friends. He just needed to live each day, minute by minute, as boring as possible.

Craig sat outside his employers location and lit the last cigarette in his pack. Glancing down, he shook the box and dumped the cigarette into his hand. “Shit,” was all he said as he dropped the empty box to the gravel and slipped a lighter from his pocket. Craig lit the cigarette in one fluid motion and then brought it to his lips, resting his other hand in the pocket of his hoodie. His usual hat was pulled down a little more, covering the tops of his eyes. He looked foreboding this way and it made him grin slightly.

Someone called to him that he had fifteen minutes left in his break. Whatever. It was the same every single day and the man said the same exact words every single day. Craig closed his eyes slowly and felt his phone vibrate deep within the pocket of his ripped jeans. He ignored it, just as he did every day at this time. It was usually Tweek or Token. Clyde waited until after work to text him. Then again, sometimes it was Cartman telling him about one of his stupid ass schemes that Craig somehow always let himself get roped into. Why? Who knew. It was something that he had fallen for since a kid and it still went on, especially when Cartman’s friends rejected his stupid ideas.

Craig pushed himself off of the wall and yawned, walking over to a bucket that was upside side down. He sat on the top and leaned his head back, looking up as the first snow of the winter began to fall around him. It was getting chillier out, but he hadn’t noticed. Craig didn’t notice most of the shit that happened around him.

Because everything was always boring — nothing ever changed.

Kyle was taking care of his brother while his mom went to the store. He didn’t like that even though they were older now he still had to watch his little brother. He wanted to do his own thing not sit there and watch his brother who was old enough to watch himself, but he knew if he didn’t listen to his mom that he would have to listen to her complain and yell at him.

He heard a car pull into the drive way, and he sighed with relief. Kyle jumped off of the couch and walked over to the window to make sure it was his mom. Now that his mom was home he was able to actually go out and hang with his friends. He walked over and grabbed his phone and texted his three friends, asking if they wanted to do something now that he could hang out. Cartman told him to fuck off jew, and Stan and Kenny were hanging out. So Kyle was on his own to find something to do. Going to his room he grabbed his green hat and pulled it over his red curly hair. He put on his jacket and then walked into the living room where his mom was. “I’m going to go out for a bit.” His mom nodded for consent and told him to be careful. Why was he still treated like he was a kid. He wished his mom would stop doing that, it was embarrassing and it irritated him.

Kyle walked out the door making sure to shut it gently to not anger his mom. He walked down the cold South Park streets in search of something to do for the day. It was surprising that all of his friends were busy. They used to hang out all the time, and now that Kenny and Stan were dating they were hanging out a lot, and Kyle didn’t really want to be a third wheel so he avoided it, and he never got along with the fatass so he didn’t want to just hand out with him. Cartman would probably make fun of him the entire time. He slipped his hand in his pocket and zipped up his jacket to protect himself more from the bitter cold.

As he walked down the street he saw a familiar face leaning against a wall. Kyle walked closer to him, it was Craig. He must have been on a smoke break since that’s where he worked. “You know those things kill, haha.” Kyle said it in a joking manner, since occasionally he had a smoke since it took the edge off, but he had to hide it from his mom. If she found out she would freak. “Dude i’m so bored and nobody wants to do anything, You want to do something when you get off?” He never really hung out with Craig, but it had to be better than hanging out with Cartman. He hoped that Craig got off soon because he didn’t really want to sit around waiting for him, but he would since there was nothing else to do.

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