A/N Hey guys so I had to take out my last story cuz I didn't really know where I was going with it. This new story however I planned ahead and already know what the purpose for it is. Anyways once finals are done I’ll be able to really started writing again, but I wanted to leave you guys with this. Also if you really liked my last story which I took out, I might still put it up, but I’ll have to change some things to make it work. I sort of know what I want to do with it now and I definitely don't want the idea to go to waste. That being said enjoy.
P.S this is a Style! (I also have another Bunny idea that I have been planning a
Loving in Secret chapter 2 by nightdrip, literature
Literature
Loving in Secret chapter 2
A/N I am still on finals week, but I decided to upload a short chapter for you guys.
Chapter 2
I stood in the middle of the kitchen in front of the breakfast table where Stan sat with a plastic cup in his hands. “So?” I inquired expectantly, concern tinting my voice. He seemed unfazed by my meddling as he sipped the vanilla coffee I brought him from Starbucks from when I went out that morning. When he was done he glanced at me and heaved a weary sigh.
“She broke up with me again, and you know what Kyle? I am done.” He stated and I was surprised at how defeated he sounded. His words were empty like the po
Chapter 3 Loving in Secret by nightdrip, literature
Literature
Chapter 3 Loving in Secret
A/N guys sorry for the late update I been so busy with finals, but I am finally done and on vacation so yay!
Chapter 3
Kyle's POV
Wednesday
I hate diaries and will forever refuse to have one. But I figure since things are getting a bit awkward around here a lot more awkward around here might as well write down the experience on paper, in a journal.
Ever since my conversation with Kenny I’ve been feeling guilty whenever I see Stan, as if I am hiding something from him. I mean, I technically am. I have been keeping things secret from him since high school. But now that Kenny knows about my feelings for him it just feels wrong somehow
Loving in Secret chapter 4 by nightdrip, literature
Literature
Loving in Secret chapter 4
A/N Hey guys, sorry I haven't been updating lately or at all for that matter. I was a bit depressed, but now I am better and ready to write. XD Also thanks to the people that offer to edit for me.
Chapter 4
Not long after I left the restaurant in my green convertible it started pouring like mad. Thankfully I stopped near a desolated children's park after the tears became too much, not really feeling like crossing the line of Colorado.
After somewhat calming down I mentally kicked myself. I hate crying, it makes me feel like a little kid. I am a rising an adult not a child. I force the tear back, sniffling softly now and then to
Loving in Secret chapter 5 by nightdrip, literature
Literature
Loving in Secret chapter 5
Warning: Strong language
flashbacks in italic
Chapter 5
Kyle’s Point of view
I never imagined in all my time living in South Park Colorado, that I would find myself standing in the doorway of Cartman's kitchen going to have breakfast with none other than Leopold Stotch, but here I was after a crazy night of getting drunk face and waking up in said person’s bed.
I stepped tentatively into the kitchen and was surprised to find it looked quite normal. It was your ordinary kitchen, with dark wooden cabinets that matched the breakfast table in the center, a sparkly white counter, and fruit portraits here and there. It was dull, dis
Chapter 6 Loving in Secret *Bunny* by nightdrip, literature
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Chapter 6 Loving in Secret *Bunny*
A/N This chapter goes dedicated to sailorfujoshi, sarahlily21 and the lovely Opal59 for being great followers 3 I'll start dedicating chapters from now on cuz you guys are just that awesome. Anyway~ enjoy. Heads up! This contains a bit of BUNNY. :3
Flashback in italic
Song I was jamming to when writing this: "Sweater Weather" - The Neighbourhood (Max & Alyson Stoner Cover)
Chapter 6
Kenny's point of view
"Shit"
I curse under my breath when I feel the back pocket of my faded jeans' vibrate, jerking slightly on my chair. I placed my pencil down and my eyes wander to the front of the huge lecture hall where Mr. Cockburn (yes that's really hi