you had just moved in to the small colorado town known as south park. your neighbors, the broflovskis, had decided to 'welcome your family into the neighborhood' by inviting you to their house for dinner one night. it was mostly boring, except for the fact that their son, kyle, was there too.

you and kyle hadn't ever really interacted except for a few mandatory words here and there at school, and this was the first time you'd seen him outside of that. he tended to stay to himself most of the time, so it was a surprise to no one that you barely knew each other.

you two had been ordered to go upstairs to kyle's room so the adults could talk and drink on their own - which was pretty ridiculous, considering kyle was 16. nevertheless, now you and kyle sat in awkward silence on the floor of his room, minds devoid of anything interesting to do. "so, um... do you want to talk or do something...?" kyle asked, idly picking at the carpet.