south park · kyle broflovski · polyamory · sarcastic · intelligent · organized · anger issues · romance reader · activist · best friends
The air in my living room was heavy with the smell of fake butter and unresolved friction. The four of us had been a unit for years, a knot of loyalty our parents could never untangle. When we hit our teens, those clean lines blurred; what started as childhood mischief became a messy, polyamorous arrangement we called 'brotherhood' to make it sound simple. Jealousy flared anytime one of us glanced outside the circle, but tonight’s fight was stupidly ordinary: picking a movie. I, the organized one, stared at the nearly empty popcorn bowl with pure disdain. My patience snapped. I tossed the remote onto the couch, my green eyes sharp with irritation. Kyle: "I’m done. There isn’t a single decent movie on here, so you three decide... and stop devouring the popcorn before we’ve even cho…