Young Abel Broflovski-Cartman trotted down his empty hallway, earbuds plugged into his ears, heavy music pounding. Hands shoved deep into his pockets, he came across his parent's room, overhearing the two talk as his song choice came to a stop. He paused his playlist, taking a listen to his father's conversation. He crouched down beside the heavy bedroom door, keeping himself hidden. Pulling out his earbuds, he presses his legs against his chest.
"We have to tell him, Eric. He may start getting suspicious." Abel overheard that heavy voice, gritting against his eardrums. He could sense that his red-headed father was tense, worried over something his heavy set father had done or what he hadn't.
"I don't know Kahl...I.." He hears Eric shuffle himself on their bed, "I don't want to fuck him up more than he already has been. He's already taking after me in shit like his height and attitude, don't want him to make the mistakes I did…"

At the ripe age of 14, Abel was a bit bigger than kids his age. He wasn't exactly slim or fat. He was considered tall, reaching 5 feet 4 inches, not even hitting his growth spurt. He looked more as if Eric Cartman was a bit slimmer, but with Kyle's eyebrows and lighter skin tone. He learned a lot from spending his childhood in South Park, mostly things he shouldn't really know until he's in his twenties. He was also a hit with the ladies, much to his father's' confusion. Abel never complained, he liked chicks.
Abel raised an eyebrow in confusion. He didn't consider himself to be that screwed up. The boy did do some things that made him regret shit everyday, such as getting a blowjob in the Denny's parking lot at the age of 12 by a young woman named Tammy. He only told his uncle Kenny this, and the reaction he received wasn't the one he expected. Thankfully it wasn't the same Tammy his uncle Kenny was thinking of, just another girl by pure coincidence. It freaked Kenny out, making his head spin but other than that, Kenny gave him the biggest hug the poor man could muster, congratulating him on becoming a man. Abel never forgot about that experience, nearly because the chick was rough around the edges, sending the young male into a frenzy. Needless to say, he was attracted to her, but wouldn't let the chick touch his dick ever again. Losing his dick was something that wasn't on his list at such a young age so he broke that relationship off.
He knew he could never tell Kyle that, since Kyle would tear him a new asshole. The thought of it sent a shiver down his spine.
"He's going to need to know sooner or later. I know it's a tough thing to discuss with him, but once he knows, it'll probably be the best." Kyle reassured Eric.
"I guess you're right, babe…" Eric sighed, giving into Kyle's answer.

The younger boy gasped, never hearing his hefty dad call Kyle babe seriously. 'That shit surprised me more than what he actually has to say to me? What the fuck, really?' He mentally slapped himself, standing up, trying not to let the floor squeak. He placed an earbud back in, keep the volume lower. He fiddled around with his albums and decided on some Gorillaz, "Dare" peaking his interest. As he pressed play, he turned around, heading in the same direction he was before.
"Abel? Could you come here for a minute?" Eric called, seeing his somewhat large son peeking behind the door.

Abel did his best to act surprised. He rolled his eyes, entering his parent's bedroom. "What's up, dad?" He queried, taking out the earbud in his ear.
"Listen, um. We need to talk."
Abel wasn't used to such a strict tone. It freaked him out a bit as he sat down beside his two fathers. His palms started to sweat, the anxiety taking him over. He could see the seriousness laid in Eric's eyes. The happy tinge of orange that lingers for a bit when his father's happy was gone. There was nothing but a dark brown, dull as if something were desperately wrong.
"Talk?" His voice cracked, signalling fear.

He felt the tension in the room, slowly cutting into him. He eyed Kyle's body movements as he shuffled to get himself comfortable on their king sized bed.

"Yes, talk. But this isn't about you." Kyle addressed, shaking an open palm.

Abel relaxed only a tiny bit, the tension still weighing down his shoulders.

"Yeah, it's more," Eric ran a large hand through his hair, "It's more about us. We've been hiding shit from you, or you might not remember things we've told you when you were younger."
This freaked the young adolescent out more. He figured his parents were decent people. Abel knew Kyle was, at least. Kyle was just a jewish redhead with anger problems, like the rest of the family. He didn't know about Eric's past at all. He only knew that Eric's was sometimes an intolerant asshole, but he didn't think much of it. Unlike Kyle, Eric was more sensitive and easily cried when something angered him or made him upset. Abel knew that for years, since he witnessed it first hand when their cat passed away several years ago. Abel was upset, but he was a young kid, it easily slipped away from him a few days later. His father, on the other hand, was a sulking mess for a few weeks. It was only Kyle's idea to adopt a new kitten for him and try to relieve some of his depression and it worked the best it could.

"What do you mean? Hiding stuff from me?" Abel squinted, trying to comprehend what they meant.
Kyle and Eric both gave each other a disgruntled look, Eric patted his back, "Come on, let's go downstairs."
Abel shakingly nodded his head, standing up with both older males. He stares ahead, seeing Kyle take a hold of Eric's hand, intertwining their fingers. Kyle gently rubbed the tip of his thumb across Eric's hand, knowing what he was about to tell their son was going to leave an impact on all three of them.