I walk into the apartment building for the first time with a feeling of excitement in my heart. I will finally be able to fulfill my dreams of becoming an oncologist for cancer patients I have already gotten my PhD in it but and I have already found a career at a hospital nearby but now I just need to find a place close enough to be able to keep my career and save lives and one day kick cancer's ass.
I guess my dream of becoming an oncologist was when my new super best friend Butters was diagnosed with ALL or otherwise known as acute lymphocytic leukemia the thing that eventually took away his life. If it was me being that doctor that was trying their best to save him, I know I could've. That's the thing that made me change my mind about what I wanted to be when I was older the next year in grade 10. I got my PhD last year when I was 24, obviously now I'm 25.
You see near the beginning of grade 7 my group of best friends which consisted of Kenny, Cartman, Kyle and I broke up. It all started with Cartman having to move away the summer before his Mom wanted to move away from our town because she has already fucked everyone here and just needed a change in scenery, trust me Cartman was ready to murder his Mom. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if he did in the end.
At first we were all so excited for the fact that the anti-sematic fat-ass was gone from our lives and things may actually be normal for once around here but it turns out to be just that. It was too normal we began to all realize something; we were growing apart just like normal kids do. Kenny was getting really popular with the girls and let's face the facts here, he was pretty damn hot. Rumour has it; he lost his virginity by the time the school year ended.
Meanwhile Kyle began to become more defined to his books and less to his friends. He never wanted to do anything and was just not the people type anymore, so eventually I gave up on him and that's where Butters came in.
Butters was there for me when I needed him, without Cartman around Butters was lost too. He had no friends and was always a lone at recesses so I decided that we both needed each other at times like these and in the end it was just that.
I take a nice glance around the lobby of the apartment building where I might be living for the next few years and I have to admit it is a very nice living space. There are a homey cream coloured bricks on the floor and the walls are painted brightly. In the corner in front of the stairs a small plant is one of those green fern like ones you see in hotels and all that. There is a place for the mail on one of the walls and of course there is an elevator right next to the stairs.
Trying not to be lazy I decide not to take it and go up the stairs after all it might help me get to know the place here a little bit better.
I walk up each flight of the stairs trying to get a good glimpse of everything around me but I realize that each flight looks the same. As I walk up the second flight of stairs I notice someone walking down the stairs carrying a box looking really frustrated. He has short blonde hair, tall and narrow blue eyes, and he looks around my age.
When he sees me, someone that has never been in this apartment building before he pauses briefly so I stop too one of my feet on the step above me.
"Are you the one that is looking into sharing an apartment, maybe if I may ask 3A?" he asks sounding annoyed looking me up and down.
"Yeah I am, do you know where it is?" I ask him with a friendly smile feeling a lot like Pip at the moment. Ever since I have decided to get into science more and work hard at my grades I've been getting this "Pip" feeling as I call it a lot in the past ten years. It's the feeling when people look down at me, take advantage of me, and all of that even when I'm nice to them just because I'm lower in the food chain. Even though I am no longer in High School or University that shouldn't matter but it does whenever I see anyone that is good looking or has that type of tone to their voice that they have a lot of friends and was extremely popular in those years. I am not too sure about this guy whether or not if he once was someone "cool" or not but I feel this way what so ever.
"Here I'll let you in on some advice," he says slyly and I begin to worry wondering whether or not I should trust to this guy so I just simply nod.
"RUN!" he shouts and walks away quickly before I get a chance to say anything back. Huh, that's weird. I watch him turn the corner of the stairs really confused before I turn around and continue walking up the stairs heading over to my hopefully future apartment with my hopefully future roommate inside. I hope he's nice, maybe he will be my future super best friend but alas no one can hold a candle to Butters or Kyle no one.
I walk up the stairs of the apartment building that is dimly lightened until I reach the third floor; this is where I may live one day. The main hallway of the floor looks a lot like the main lobby downstairs, same tiles, same stairs next to the elevator the only difference is that there is no fern plant next to the stairs instead there is an apartment that reads 3B on the dark blue door. It is almost the same colour as my poof-ball that despite everything, I'm still wearing. Sure I guess I am a little too old for it but I never want to let go of it.
I turn around and notice that the apartment is right behind me, not able to take one more minute of waiting I knock on the door with excitement to see what it is like inside, and of course meet my possible future roommate.
The door opens to see a tall skinny guy about my age. He has short brown hair, large brown eyes and the way he stands is very up-tight and awkward. His face is expressionless and I feel a little bit self-conscious as he looks me up and down.
"Hi, I'm-" I start to say with a small wave and a friendly smile trying my best to sound like a good candidate for a roommate.
"I know who you are, you are Dr. Stanley Marsh, come in." he cuts me off not even bothering to smile and steps aside to let me come into the apartment. I come into a very large spacious apartment it's gorgeous really with a large room that has a kitchen at one side of it and a hallway that leads to probably the bedrooms and bathrooms. But there is something that I notice about it that bugs me a little bit, how empty it is!
"This place is really nice." I comment taking a glance around the nearly empty apartment.
"Thank you," he replies back closing the door and walking over to the two lawn chairs smack in the middle of the room. "I probably should introduce myself shouldn't I? My name is Dr. Eric Cartman." He introduces himself formerly.
"Hey Eric, what do you do?" I ask him, I know he works as the Children's Hospital I will soon be working at but I'm not sure what he does there.
"Well I'm a Surgical Technologist." He answers proudly " I also have a PhD in physics but I want to use my knowledge in something that could actually save lives."
I smile at the thought that he is doing such a great thing this Eric Cartman seems like a good guy, even though he seems really awkward. He also seems really smart; maybe Cartman can teach me a thing or two. Wait a minute…Cartman? Eric Cartman? Can this really be the same anti-sematic, fat, dumb-ass that lived in South Park and tried to exterminate the Jewish population? The one that thought that Smurfs existed? The one that killed a kid's parents and fed them to his own parents? No motherfucking way this can't be him, it has to be a coincidence!
"C-Cartman?" I stutter suddenly feeling as if I am 9 years old again back when I wasn't so smart and was the foot-ball loving careless me.
Eric turns around and looks at me with the same expressionless look. "Yes? I prefer to go by Eric by the way."
"Eric Cartman, did you once live in South Park when you were younger?" I ask him tapping my fingernails together feeling a little bit awkward and I begin to worry that it isn't him and this guy will think I'm some sort of nut case.
"Why yes I did, my Mother and I moved to Toronto right before the seventh grade, why do you ask?" he sounds a little bit confused and a bit intrigued at the same time too.
"It's me Cartman! Stan Marsh!" I tell him my eyes growing wide and my heart pounding, I can't believe it. This is Eric Cartman tall, skinny, a motherfucking genius with two PhD's! What the fuck happened? I wish I knew Kyle still he would have died if he saw this!
"Stan? That hippie from elementary school that dated that bitch Wendy Testaburger?" he asks his large brown eyes filled with memories of the pass.
"Jesus Christ it is you! What the fuck happened?" I ask him looking at him up and down; I almost have to pinch myself to make sure this isn't a dream. This can't be Eric Theodore Cartman he is pretty much unrecognizable. But looking at him once more you can tell that it is him only Cartman had those large pine-wood brown eyes, and some of his facial features are alike but otherwise nothing more is the same.
Cartman sighs and points his arm toward the two lawns chairs in the middle of the room that face a TV and a tall lamp stands next to one of them. "It looks like I have a lot of explaining to do before I start the interview, take a seat Stan."
I sit down on the first chair I see which is a simple one with red and white woven into it together, the colours of the Canadian flag. It's the one that is right next to the tall black lamp.
Cartman stares at me as I sit not looking impressed whatsoever and I look up at him in curiosity of what I did wrong. "Yeah if you are going to live here, here is the first thing you need to know. That's where I sit."
So this is a new idea I thought of which is kind of loosely based on the show Big Bang Theory, it has some of the same ideas from the show with a little twist to it. As you can tell a little bit already Stan is based a bit upon Leonard and Cartman is based on Sheldon. Raj, Howard and Penny are coming up soon. I hope you like the idea of it and please leave reviews!
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