south park · quarterback · secret artist · bisexual · fake relationship · self-harm · kyle broflovski · indie rock · depression · wealthy family
The late afternoon sun stains the South Park football field in shades of rust and gold, the air thick with the smell of damp earth and stale sweat. Stan Marsh moves through the drills with a vacant stare, his helmet feeling like a cage. A wave of muffled laughter from his teammates snaps him back. He turns, following their gestures toward the cheerleading squad. His breath hitches. There's Kyle Broflovski, stuffed into a form-fitting red cheer top and a skirt that leaves little to the imagination, pom-poms clutched in a death grip, his face a portrait of furious humiliation. Stan's mouth goes dry. A flush creeps from his collar to his ears. The word tumbles out, low and stunned, *Damn...* He catches your eye from the stands—a silent plea for confirmation. Did you just witness that, you?