A/N:Decided to take a crack at this fandom. I hope you all enjoy this, I'm nervous to see what you think. Let me know what you think in a review, it helps a lot. Should I continue this? I thought about doing one more chapter but I don't know for sure.
The Weekend
"Why in the fuck did you let the Jewfag choose the music? You know he listens to shit music. Damn classical shit." Cartman argued, glaring towards the green hat wearing teen. "How about you choose something good this time? Last time sucked ass dude."
Kyle glanced over, his brows furrowing. "How about you shut the hell up, fatass?" He suggested, a smirk forming on his lips. Stopping on a techno song, he shrugged and gave up. The music choice he had wasn't that great, this would have to do until Cartman decided to plug his own phone in. Seeing how impatient the other was, he assumed that that wouldn't be long from now.
Stan rolled his eyes as he poured himself a drink, "Would you guys stop fighting? This is supposed to be our weekend out of the month that neither of us has to work yet you two always act like cats and dogs." Taking a drink, he looked at Kyle with a smile. "Come try this dude, apparently it doesnt take much to make you smashed."
Giving Cartman one last look, he smiled before walking over. "Better than that shitty beer you always get…"
Kenny flopped down on the couch next to Cartman, falling right down on his outstretched legs. Laughing at the bigger ones annoyance, he moved so the other could move his legs. "Something keeping you down man? You're usually all about this weekend, you just seem pissed off now." The blond asked, his expression slightly curious. "Not that I really care about you fatass."
Cartman growled, "I'm not fucking fat!" He really wasn't, all that fat he had on him as a child had grown with his body once he hit puberty years ago. At twenty years old, he looked damn good for his age. His eyes moved over to Kyle and Stan who were smiling and laughing at each other. Scowling, he looked away. "I'm perfectly fine, I don't know what in the hell you are talking about." Standing up, he walking over to the other two, "Where is all this booze I heard you talking about?" Digging around, his nose scrunched. "Wine coolers? Are you sure you didn't get this from your moms stash?" He mocked, ignoring the fruity drink. Digging farther in the back of the fridge, he smirked as he grabbed the bottle. "Vodka… Best thing so far." He murmured to himself before snatching a pop to drink with it.
Stan frowned, "Bring your own alcohol if you want something better." Rolling his eyes as the other ignored him, he headed over to the T.V with his drink before flopping down on the carpet. "I don't know about you three but I haven't had time to play Call of Duty in weeks." Starting up his Playstation, he started up the game.
"Why do we have to play it on that lame Playstation?" Cartman whined, still a full Xbox type of guy.
Kyle rolled his eyes before grabbing a controller, "I'll play it with you dude." Taking a drink, he set his cup down. "Cartman can just sit there and pout all night if he wants to." Kyle shrugged, his eyes glued to the T.V now that the match had started.
Cartman didn't say anything, just sipping from his own mixed drink. He watched Kenny go get his own drink before joining in too. Listening to all three curse and fight with eachother, he stood. "I'm gonna take a piss." He did just that, heading to the bathroom. Once finished, he found himself staring at his reflection in the mirror. "What in the hell is wrong with me?" He found himself asking himself, his eyes narrowed on himself. Shaking his head, he slowly made his way back out. Hearing giggling, he then heard some slight slurs. "Fucking lightweights…" He mumbled to himself. Snatching up the last controller, he sat down. "Get ready to get all of your asses kicked, I'm now playing."
Kenny snorted, "In your dreams. As if you could actually beat me, last time I checked, I kicked your ass." He let out a laugh, before elbowing Cartman who didn't look as amused.
Kyle laughed, "I remember that!" He clapped his hands together before finishing off his first glass. Standing back up, he walked back to their stash to make another drink. "So Stan… What's it like to live in your own place anyway?" He wondered, "You still see your family all the time don't you?" Seeing he was in college still, he lived in a dorm with a roommate. He didn't have to worry about finding his own house and living by himself.
Stan shrugged, "Wendy's with her parents right now since we got in a small fight so it's been pretty quiet."
"Of course it's quiet; Wendy is a loud mouthed bitch." Cartman mumbled, frowning as his character got killed.
Ignoring the other's comment, Stan smiled, "I'm going to go get her flowers and apologize tomorrow." He sighed, "I just hope she forgives me this time. I don't really know what I did though, she won't tell me..."
Kyle nodded and sat back down, "I bet it's nice having a companion though, huh?" Taking a sip, he got his controller once more. "Someone to hold you… to kiss you…" He sighed and looked down. "I was told to wait patiently for that right person to show up... but it's so hard."
Stan slapped him on the back, "Don't worry dude, you're sexy. You'll find them sooner than later." He promised before looking back at the screen. "What the fuck Cartman? I thought we are on a team!"
Cartmans frowned deepened into another scowl, his brows were furrowed. His fingers smashed the buttons harder, taking his anger on the poor controls. He tried his best to keep his eyes on the television screen but every time he looked over, Stan was touching the ginger. Jesus it irked him.
Kyle sighed, "When he comes around, he comes. I guess I'll have to wait." Smiling, he laughed as his character died. "Well hell, seems like I still suck at this game. Cartman got me too, good job." He was so into the game that he didn't even notice Cartman glancing over at him. Taking a large sip, a giggle slipped passed his lips. "I love hanging out with you guys... even you Cartman."
Two hours of playing non stop videogames had them all exhausted. Kenny had lost to the battle of alcohol, his body limp on the couch. Stan had turned the game off, his yawns slipping out constantly. Waving them a goodnight, he escaped to go to his room. Cartman however was fine, not touching his drink since the first cup. The room was silent, he looked over at Kyle who was rubbing his eyes. He then watched the red head pull off his hat, his lips pursed together. "What are you doing?"
Kyle looked at him, his eyes were partly open and his cheeks were flushed. "Wut dos it luk like?" He asked, his words slurred together. "M' goin to bed." His hands grabbed at his shirt before he pulled it off. Frowning, he glared at Cartman, "Why're you starin, Fatty?" He then asked, his fingers scratching at his messy curls. Stan was right, that stuff was delicious and it made him feel good.
The other parted his lips to say something but soon closed his mouth. Cartman looked over at Kenny to see the teen wasn't going to be waking up any time soon. Huffing, he stood up, "Just shut up and got on the other couch." He ordered, "You know the floor is mine." He watched the red head ignore him and lay down on the floor anyway. Bending down, he smirked. "Wakey wakey, Jew." Grabbing the other's arms, he pulled him up. Of course the guy had to fight against his touch, even though he could barely stand. "Even though you think I'm a damn jack ass, I'm trying to save you from a sore neck."
Kyle stopped before looking at him, a large smile formed. "You are an ass." Laughing, he slapped his hand on his chest, "I still like ya though, okay?" Patting his chest this time, he suddenly groaned. "I'm feelin a little dizzy…"
Cartman's eyes widened, his balance was suddenly thrown off when the red head decided it was the best idea ever to put all of his weight on him. Falling backwards, he hit the couch with a grunt. He heard a giggle before realizing where it was coming from. Kyle… he was right there. Clinging on his chest, his face showed that he was enjoying this far too much. Looking away, he tried to not look at the bare chested, red headed Jew.
Kyle smiled and moved slightly, "I'm straddlin' you… just like a horse." Grinning, he leaned in, "I bet you like it though don't you?" His face suddenly turned serious, "I can feel it you know…" He then laughed and hit Cartman, "You big perv!"
Cartman took the hit, a groan was desperate to escape his lips but he kept his mouth shut. He was getting pissed off, why did the stupid red head have to keep moving like that? "Stop…" He managed to get out before, grabbing Kyle's arm. He didn't want to do something he was going to regret in the morning. "You don't know what you're doing idiot."
Kyle's head dropped, resting on his shoulder. "Yes I do…" He whispered with a smile. "You kept starin' at me the entire night, I finally figured it out. You're a fag like me." He said it as if he didn't have a care for the world. Sitting back up, he frowned down at the other. "You know..." He scratched at his red curls in annoyance, "I'm gonna have a fucking hangover aint I?"
Cartman nodded, "Yes you are so you should just go to sleep now and hope you sleep through it tomorrow." He suggested. Struggling to sit up with the ginger's weight on him, he finally manged after a grunt or two. "Get off so you can go to sleep." He ordered, his voice firm. The way Kyle was looking at him... it caused him to swallow hard. "You're a drunk Jew who is going to regret tonight if you dont do as I say." His voice was losing the power it usually had, he pursed his lips together. "Please Kyle..." He finally groaned.
Kyle's eyes lowered, his lips turned downward. Crawling off him, he stood with a shaky step. Standing there, his brows furrowed. Eyes widening, he spun around and made a run for the bathroom.
Eric just shook his head as he stood up. Going over to Kenny, he stole his blanket from him. Laying it on the other couch, he rubbed the back of his neck. This guy made him work too hard. Laying down on the floor, he stared up at the ceiling. He heard Kyles feet slide against the carpet as he headed over to the empty couch. "Goodnight Kahl." Looking over, he noticed the jewish boy curled up, hugging the blanket. Chuckling, he rolled to the side.
How many times did this have to happen before Kyle realized that though he fought with him constantly, he was still incredibly in love with him?
