#kyle1

[laramiiller]

(-- @leekyle

Ever since Lara had heard about Kyle becoming a father, it was like she couldn’t stay away anymore... especially since the baby’s mother seemed to be such a nuisance to everyone’s life and didn’t care much about father or baby. Despite her feelings for Kyle having changed from romantic to platonic, she still felt strongly connected to him and his family. His older sister was still Lara’s best friend and she was pretty much still in love with his mother, so it was like nothing had ever changed.

Saturdays meant she usually had the day off, so if Samuel didn’t sleep over, she would often find herself in Central Westwick, no make up on, wet hair on casual clothes and stealing some time from the Lee family. Little Ryan was sitting on her lap, drawing some things while Lara sipped on a cup of coffee and munched on one of Mrs. Lee’s delicious baked goods when Kyle stepped into the café.

“Good morning, sunshine. Come in late again and I’m stealing your kid. I’ve already told you.”

[honeycaplister]

no kinky books allowed || bebe&kyle

Studying was not a common favorite amongst a lot of people, but Bebe didn’t mind it whatsoever. In fact, she kind of liked it in a way. Not so much as to call it a favorite, because boy’ sometimes it’s a drag, but enough to be risked being seen with her reading glasses. And that was not a pretty sight.

The library is a place where everyone comes to study.. and possibly make out. In this scenario, Bebe was studying for history class, far.. far.....far.. behind the main bookshelves. An area usually occupied by hormonal teenagers who wanted to let some “steam ” off onto each other. It’s practically a place which people who actually want to study, stay away from. But for Bebe, it was a safe place. A place anyone she’d know wouldn’t be. Somewhere she could show her true self, without a worry. 

That is until a certain redhead had to ruin it for her. Immediately, she had recognized the boy. It wasn’t difficult to spot him, with his bright green hat and little perky butt. She knew that he recognized her as well. With her hopes still high up, praying he hadn’t seen her, in a moment of miniature panic, she hid under the table, covering her overalls and adjusting her glasses. Her eyes twinkled as she focused on each step he was taking. The closer he got, was the moment she realized he’d seen her.

Slowly, she peeked her head up from under the desk to see him standing right across from herself. “Oh... Um, hey Kyle..” She greeted. “What.. what brings--” Her mind snapped back. What would Kyle Broflovski, be doing in the make out section of the library. Everybody knows about this spot. “...Wait, what are you doing back here?”

broflovxki

[em-fisher]

"So, you mean I'm not done yet?"

Emily practically growls at the unfortunate who'd been assigned to tell her where to go all day. Her mood had started off on a high - it was her first day in the Genesis initiation process, her first time to properly get a look around the base and get to know the place she'd been training to work for most of her life. But what had she spent all day doing? Nothing but boring, trivial, administration tasks which the pathetic excuse for a Genesis member set her in order to check her into the computer system. From the physical tests she passed in the bat of an eyelid (Who even needed to use press ups? What was she going to do, press up an S Gene to death?) to the seemingly never-ending pile of paperwork she was expected to complete, it seemed like this day would never draw to a close. She'd been an idiot for thinking she'd get some real work to do today, and just plain naive for thinking maybe it would be an interesting start to her new life. By now it was almost 6pm, she was hungry, and the fiery temper she'd been instructed to keep under control was threatening to flare. Yet, she wasn't quite at the edge for now; so, she snatches the sheet of paper with directions from the dimwit's hands rather than refuse and storm home like she truly wishes to. Instead, she strides off without him in her own form of rebellion, grumbling to herself until she reaches the room she'd been instructed to enter. She gives the sheet another glare, before making her way inside, not bothering to look around before she begins ranting. "Please, for the love of God, do not tell me this is another stack of paperwork for me to sign. I swear my hands will fall off if I have to touch a biro again any time in the next twenty four hours. Jesus, just give me something interesting."