Disclaimer: I don't own South Park. That's Matt Stone and Trey Parker. Damn, I envy them!
Whoo, I came up with this one night while struggling with a tube of lip-gloss. Long live Kyman!
Dusty Rose
Eric Cartman sat in his room one evening, angrily fighting with a small tube. His chocolate-brown eyes were narrowed into dangerous slits, his jaw was clenched, and his pudgy fingers were twisting furiously at a bothersome plastic wrapping.
"Come on, dang it…" he hissed.
Finally, the plastic wrapping gave and he freed the tube, twisting off the cap with great haste. He paused to admire the dusty rose-pink gel he had spent a full 15 minutes contemplating purchasing at the pharmacy (it had been that or Strawberry-pink). Glancing in the mirror before him, he smeared a small amount on his lips and rubbed them together.
Just then, the door opened. Excited, Cartman spun around to face the door.
"KAHL! Check it out, I got this knew lipstick that makes your lips thirty percent fuller and—"
"DUDE?!"
"STAN?!"
Stan Marsh stood, looking thoroughly disgusted.
"Um…Kyle's downstairs, talking to your mom. We came over together to work on that History project…I'm gonna go away now."
With that, he fled like death was on his heals. Cartman, meanwhile, was trying to decide whether to be angry or disappointed his boyfriend had not met him before Stan. (Embarrassment never occurred to him.) Seconds later, a confused Kyle entered.
"Cartman? What'd you do to Stan?"
The brunette looked up to face the ushanka-clad Hebrew.
"Cartman?! LIPSTICK?!"
By now, Cartman had settled for defeat.
"B-but Kaaahl, Dusty Rose! Strawberry! Stan-F-fuller lips!-!"
The smaller boy sighed. "Please. Everyone knows that's false advertisement. It doesn't do anything for your lips. And don't worry, Stan is OK with us, so I'm sure he'll be fine and get over it. And finally—" by now he had walked across the room. His face was extremely close to the brunette's. "Don't bother, Eric. You kiss fine." The use of his first name ( a sign of great intimacy) coupled with the gentle kiss the redhead delivered at that moment, brought a light blush to the larger boy's cheeks. "Now c'mon. We've gotta help Stan and Kenny if we want credit for our project." Kyle said. "Oh, and Eric?"
"Y-yeah, Kahl?"
"You should've gone with the strawberry." With that and a teasing wink, Kyle exited the room.
Cartman rolled his eyes. "Damn Jew…"
End.
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