Summary: a touch feathery and light feels the same no matter who gives it to you, but please, just act like mine is as exceptional to you as yours is to me.
Chapter one: Prologue
Chapter rating: T
Pairings: Kyman, other pairings in the future
Chapter Warnings: drinking, smoking, & tasteless cursing
Disclaimer: When I own South Park, I will grow wings and a fishtail. (This applies to every chapter in this story)
A shifting in our stars
He was now the one that drank like a pro in the corner of the room at parties, or sometimes, just outside the house on the porch where the snow piled around him and fell on his still form, and only there because it was a request from his friends.
Quiet and unapproachable, with the facial expression of a rock and never uttering more than a few words, Cartman had changed considerably in the expanse of three days.
Kyle watched the solemn teen and sucked in another puff of nicotine, savoring the feel of cancer on his tongue. He smirked under the barely visible light of the grinning moon and flickering light bulb. "Cartman…" he called to the other along with another wisp of smoke.
"Hmm" he replied.
"Some of the guys and I are staying over tonight, you want to stay too? Craig asked me to invite you, his parents are out and we're having pizza." He said lightly. Not looking at Eric anymore, rather at the cat that had amusingly fallen into the neighbor's trashcan.
A silence stretched for a while, not exactly uncomfortable, not climatic either. The only indication that time hadn't stopped was the blaring music and the sound of countless voices in Craig's home. Finally after a few seconds...minutes (?) the taller boy got up from his position on the concrete stairs. He stood there for a bit, not looking back, not looking at anything really. Until he uttered a few simple words that for some strange reason made Kyle's heart speed up slightly.
"Maybe some other time."
They weren't said in a tone that implied anything besides boredom, no anger…no, 'who would want to sleep in the same house as a dirty Jew rat?!' it was a firm statement, as if saying the sky was blue, a fact. Nothing like the Eric Cartman, Kyle once knew, and for some reason that pissed him off.
After the object of Kyle's musings had been gone for about three minutes, the red haired boy kicked the empty bottle of beer towards the recycling cans and slammed the door behind him to escape the cold… whether it was the snows kisses or Eric's indifference was up to whoever the hell wanted to put it up to debate.
A/N: will be multi-chaptered, if it catches enough attention. Of course the next chapters would be considerably longer! (Heh…) I'm not sure if it's worth continuing if I'm the only one who likes it you know? But if you would be so kind as to tell me if you're interested (ha-ha suggestiveness…) in this then please do so and I'll post the next chapter. Even one review is enough for my humble heart. Thank you for taking the time to read this! *bows*
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