Fuck.
That was the word that came to mind when I looked at him. Because when I looked at him, his curly hair, his sexy smirk, I knew that I loved him.
Love is an emotion, and emotions make you weak. and weakness is so fucking conformist.

Disclaimer: I don't own south park or the characters in this story, bla bla bla.

Pairings: Tall goth/ Red goth.

So, Red Goth is Dylan, the story is in his POV. Tall Goth is Evan, girl goth is Henrietta and small goth is georgie.

yes, this is yaoi, if you don't like male/male, south park, or the pairing, I don't give a crap, just don't read it.

I'm sorry if it's not very good, I'm not a writer, I just drank aload of coffee one night and had nothing better to do, plus I was in total goth mode. I'm sorry for my shitty spellings bla bla bla, enjoy.

I didn't mind the cold so much. Smokers seemed to handle the cold well. Besides, I'd rather live somewhere that was cold and grey, then somewhere hot and sunny where justin and britney wannabe's walked around in little clothing. It was last period in south park elementary, which ment P.E. P.E is so fucking conformist, kids jumping around, playing sports, high fiving their friends and laughing when their team scored. so fucking conformist. So natrually, I decided to skip it. I stood against the cold wall at the back of the school. The silence was nice. I lit a cigarette, placed it between my lips and closed my eyes, letting the wind cross my face, and my thoughts wander, until the silence was broken by a deep, familiar voice.
"What are you daydreaming about?"
I didn't even flinch. I just camly opened one eye- the eye that wasn't hidden behind my fringe. I looked at the boy before me. Tall, curly hair, sexy smirk, long trench coat, cross eyering.
"I'm gonna have to cut your hair again, your fringe is getting way to long" He smired. Evan. If having a best friend wasn't so conformist, I would say Evan was mine. He was in the grade above me, Taller, Smarter, But his soul was as black as mine. I plucked the cigarette from between my lips and let the smoke stream out my nose. "...Evan...what are you doing here?" I said in my monotone voice, my one eye looking into his.
"Last lesson, science, couldn't be fucked"
I nodded slightly, eye still focused on him. I suddenly took a sharp breath in as Evan suddenly took a step towards me and lent really close to my face. I tried not to flinch, or show any expression. Evan then grabbed the end of my fringe and tugged slightly, pulling my head down. "tch, I like your fringe, but this is just getting ridiculous." he said. I could imagine that he was smirking. He moved his fingers to the top of my head and racked his fingers through my fringe. "And you need another dye job too, the red is starting to fade." As he continued inspecting my hair, I didn't try to push him away, or look up, I didn't really want him to see my current facial expression. I wasn't complaining though, It felt good.
After a few more moments, I heard a female clear her throat. Evan, still holding onto my fringe, slightly turned to face her. I peered under my fringe to see Henrietta, the girl we hang out with, and next to her stood gerogie, a kid in the grade below me that was rejected by all his class mates so became one of us. Evan raised his eyebrow. "Oh, did you guys have the same idea as us?" Meaning, bunking off. Henrietta pulled a fag out her pocket. "If you mean, molesting each others hair, then no, we didn't." Henrietta being sometimes sarcastic didn't suprise us at all. "you guys do realize that school finished 10 mintes ago right?" she stated, knowing very well that we didn't. Evan let go of my fringe and I tilted my head up. "Oh shit, let's go, why are we wasting more time in this shit hole?" said Evan, and started walking away, I followed. we trugded through the snow, Henrietta was complaining about her mum again, and georgie was listening intentivley, Evan was lighting a cigarette and I looked around at all the fucking conformist kids, in their conformist clothes playing their conformist games. It sickened me. We reached the end of the road, were we go our seperate ways home. Henrietta turned to face us. "9 oclock, coffee at Benny's as usual." I nodded, so did Evan and georgie. We all slightly nodded at each other in a away of parting. "See you." Evan murmered under his breath, I noticed him looking straight at me, so I nodded and turned away quickly as I felt my face heat up.
"Fuck", I murmered as I walked down my road. "Fuck this whole thing." I became goth because of regection, and being a hater of life, I don't believe in feelings. feelings were such conformist things, feelings made you weak, feelings made you lose all sense of pride, and feelings always lead to dissapointment. The truth is, I have a crush on Evan, If that wasn't obvious already. I hated just admitting that. A crush is something you hear in those corny love songs, those fucking corny films where the justin and Britney wannabe's fall in love and walk around like a fucking happy conformist couple. Unfortunatley, it felt like more than just a crush, and It was something that I couldn't control. I'v always thought that Evan was good looking, it's not weird to think your best friend is good looking is it? At first I thought it was harmless, but then I started feeling hot when he was around me, and I kept having akward daydreams about him. Not only was I feeling these disguisting, embarassing, conformist emotions, but it made me a complete fag. Why me? He'd laugh at me, if he knew how I felt. Love is such a fucking happy emotion, I felt like a failure for just acknowledge. What a fucking conformist Pussy this will make me.