My first King of the Hill oneshot
King of the Hill belongs to Mike Judge
Rendezvous
The sun had set ten hours ago over the little Arlen town and while most folks were asleep two men were hanging in a van, eating chips and drinking a beer. Dale took a small drag from his cigarette peering intently at the video cameras as he hoped to finally find that alien who had impregnated Nancy, "Tonight's the night Bill, today I see that alien, face to face.." he smoked, coughing a bit more heavily than usual. The skinny man placed his death stick down hacking into his hands; he sniffed, and then placed the stick back in his mouth."Sigh."
Bill frowned, a concerned look plastered all over his face, "Are you alright, Dale?"
He hoped one day his friend would give up smoking, but he wouldn't place any hold on it since Dale smoked every single damn day of his life and while it seemed rare he probably wouldn't make It past the age of fifty..At least that's what he was told by the doctor and it worried Bill to no end despite Dale's reassurance that Doctors are all just big money making scam artists brought to us by the government. "I worry about you, Dale."
"Hm?" The albino man turned to face Bill, eyes peering through his grey lens sunglasses. "Why?" his tone was laced with deep suspicion.
He shrugged, "It's just..." Bill frowned, eyes sadly gazing at the screen as Redcorn carefully stuck into bed with Nancy. She's such a nice girl how she could be involved in such an awful scandal. Wasn't the pretty blonde aware of how hurtful that kind of betrayal was? How it could affect a happy man into becoming a depressed bald loser? Just eyeballing the screen when Nancy kissed Red while Dale was busy spraying a bug make the fat yet heavily arm man shoulders heave with rage and his fist clench the beer can until it snapped open. This deceit and treachery, no one should have to endure it. What did Dale ever do to deserve this? What did Bill do to deserve it?
Nothing! Both men placed their heart and trust in two women who let them down..except..Dale was clueless about the whole thing and could never be told due to his one year old son, Joseph…
"You're dead!" Dale cackled, happily mocking the poor little cockroach...he glanced at Bill who had turned the video off, sighing deeply.
"Goodnight Dale."
Dale eyed him oddly, taking another drag from his cigarette, "Goodnight."
The door to the van closed leaving the fat man alone with his arm holding another video, tilting his head down he slumped to his house, opened the door and dragged himself in. Turning on the lights he went to his VCR, placed the video inside, sat on his dirty smelling couch while hugging a pillow and watching John and Nancy's affair..."I wish I had his butt."
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