Kyle Stan Cartman Kenny Novels & Stories

The bubbly Kyle was spoke up. Kate smacked his ass then. Kyle giggles to show his neat teething. Kate huffed when she handed the strawberry to Autumn. She looked at Kyle then, fatigued by his chatty manners. All she knows is that Kyle is the copy of her and Terrence hinting at an extreme nightmare. Kyle would be more than hers. “If my cousin was here, she’ll be happy to get another female sidekick,” Kyle continued his sentences. “Kyle please … don’t be so rude to Autumn,” Kate mumbled.

A part of me wants to feel bad about the way I spoke, but I don't care enough to be sorry. "Right. You can go," I tell him, watching the way he snaps up from his seat instantly at my words. For a human, he was sure good at listening to my orders. Kyle pushes through the door just as Carter is leaving, and he scans him head to toe with a disgusted glance that I can see doesn't go unnoticed by Carter. "Excuse me," Carter says quietly, bringing his eyes to the floor while pushing past him. Kyle is a big guy, standing at least a few inches taller than Carter, and he is clearly stronger, so I don't blame him for choosing the non-confrontational method.

God, he pisses me off. I move over to sit beside Katie, who pulls me to her. “My love!” “Katie!” I exclaim back at her. “Who's cuter? Jacob or Kyle?” She whispers in my ear. I am surprised at her words, looking between the two of them. Kyle is tall, blonde and looks like the star of every movie you see about a high school quarterback, where as Jacob looks like one of those boys you'd find in a country music video or at the rodeo. He gives me a Jake Owen vibe. Both are extremely good looking. But neither of them have a thing on Wyatt.

He felt like a sibling to me, and now I’m just playing with him. “Kyle, aren’t you tired? I’m exhausted,” I said and invited him to sit down. Shan was doing something inside with his dad, so I took care of Kyle and played with him. “So, why are you leaving, Ate?” Kyle asked, and I turned to him. “Ahh—well, you wouldn’t understand, Kyle. You’re still a kid, so it’s hard to explain.” He frowned at me, “I’m big already, Ate! I’m almost ten years old. That’s two digits!”

He chuckles, directing his question to Kent and me, and we wince. "No," I firmly reply. "Can we stop talking about all of this? Kent does all of the stuff he does with the girls he brings home from bars. We know that, everyone knows that. We don't do it in front of anyone, so please stop bringing it up." I whine, and Carlo clears his throat. "It's not what you think," Kyle shrugs. "It's weird at times, but they're still ready to fight all the time." Kyle always acted as a mediator, not caring about what others did as long as it made them happy. He refused to argue or take sides in most matters.

she asked. "Just hanging out and waiting for you," Kenny said. He looked like his dad, but with more hair. He was handsome enough, just quiet and withdrawn in school. He had a massive crush on Reagan Turner, a wild redhead that went to school with them. As much as Alex now knew that her friends enjoyed feeling her soft breasts on them, she knew that ultimately Kenny's heart was lost to Reagan. It didn't bother her, though. She didn't see any of them that way. "We just gonna chill here tonight?" she asked, knowing the answer.

"It’s too late now, isn’t it?" "Yes," the boys said in unison. "Too bad," Kyle said, trying to keep his smile. "Is it okay if we watch TV until we go home?" Troy asked. "Sure. I’ll take you home later." Kyle picked up the remote and turned on the TV. "Cartoons?" he offered. "We actually watch National Geographic Kids," Troy replied. "Really?" Kyle was surprised. "Cartoons are for babies," Tristan said, grimacing. "Indeed," Kyle nodded. "That’s good to hear."