Did he grow up without me?
I don't think he realised I was awake, when he carried me home. He could of just left me there, like I expected him to, but he didn't...
I was surprised that he could lift me, I suppose I still thought of him as the same little fat boy that I'd know all my life. I hadn't noticed that he'd changed, maybe that proves I hadn't.
They'd attacked me, the football team. I don't know if Stan was there but even if we aren't friends anymore, I did hope that once our friendship meant something.
I could hear his heart beating like crazy, why? When he found out I was gay, he called me a fag and accused of me of liking Stan! I always thought he'd kind of looked a little sad. Jealousy? Was that it? I don't like Stan, well not like that.
He took me home, was kind and polite to my parents. Not one comment about dumb Jews or any of his usual bullshit. Did he grow up without me? I hated the old Cartman! Do I hate the new one?
-A year beforehand-
When we got older we grew apart! Not just me and Cartman but all of us. Stan, part of the football team, the most popular kid at school with the hot head cheerleader girlfriend. Kenny, let's just say he's slept with the whole cheerleading squad and the most of the rest of the female population. Cartman, as soon as we got to high school he started taking auto shop, I guess lugging around car and motorcycle parts made him strong, his hair has also gotten longer, most of the time tied back in a short ponytail but sometimes class it hangs down into his stormy grey eyes. And me...you could say I'm a nerd, that's the table I sit at, at lunch but I'm not insanely smart or anything. I wear skinny jeans and about 6 months ago I dyed, my bright red hair, black. I don't think that really describes nerd.
I'm lonely in more ways than one! I have no friends, the kids I eat lunch with, accept me only because I'm a neutral outsider like them! Oh and I'm also in the same poetry club. I want a boyfriend...I wish I still lived in Sans Francisco! I know that the adults we're weird and their kids were druggies but at least gays were accepted there. No one would hide in fear of being prosecuted by those around them. When the fuck would South Park hurry up and evolve?
"Hey Kyle! Hey Kyle!"
"Hey what's up Kenny?" I replied as I started quickly packing up my library books. If Kenny was talking to me that meant he wanted something and when Kenny wanted something he got it, no matter what it was!
"Wanna do me a favour?" he grinned grabbing my last book off the table before I could stuff it in my bag.
"No and give me back my book! Its due back today!"
"Well guess it's going to be late then and if you have a late library book, you won't be able to take any other books out!"
I gasped he was blackmailing me by threatening my only salvation from my shit life, literature!
"Fine! What is this favour?"
"My cars broken and I mean broken bad! I want the only guy who can fix it, to fix it! The best in the biz, the greatest at this school, in fact the greatest in this town, Eric Cartman!" he drawled out, his eyes beginning to sparkle.
"What has that got to do with me? Why don't you just go ask him to fix your car?" I answer fairly bemused by this whole ordeal.
"Tried! He refused and you know what, it's incredibly hard to bribe or blackmail Eric Cartman. He just doesn't care about anything...well anything expect you."
"What?" I cried in shock.
"Oh come on Kyle! I've seen the way he looks at you and I've also seen the way you look at him! Who knew you two had sexual tension radiating from when you were eight years old?"
"I don't think about Cartman that way and I never will!" I growled stomping one of my black basketball boots.
"Ha ha ha! Just keep telling yourself that!" laughed Kenny, "I'll just go ahead and get down to business. I want you to persuade him to fix my car! You're the only one he'll listen to! Do it and you can have you book back!"
With that he turned on his heel and strutted over to the door and called back, "See ya around Karl!"
Where do the rebels, a.k.a the auto shop kids, out at lunch? I had no clue! Definitely not in the lunch room or the library. So that left the garage or the fountain outside. I'd go for the fountain first because if they weren't there I could always pretend was looking for someone else! But they were but Cartman wasn't with them.
"Hey Kyle what brings you to my lunchtime domain?" called Craig from a spot by the fountain in between two girl with numerous tattoos and piercings.
"I'm looking for Cartman." I squeaked, "But I see he's not out here so I'll look else where!"
"Oh he'll be along in a minute. Why not wait with me and friends here?"
"Ok." I replied mildly hysterically. It be a understatement to say that I was simply afraid of Craig. He'd changed a lot since elementry school and even thought he'd never been caught doing anything wrong, there were some viscous rumors!
"Come closer Kyle! I won't bite!" he teased but I didn't quite believe him. When he wanted he could look suspiciously like a wolf.
I stumbled a little closer, earning glares from the two tattoo girls and the rest of the group. They did rather resemble a pride of lions, protected the there leader from outsiders.
While I was making up animal metaphors in my head I had stopped directly in front of Craig, really to close for comfort. I desided it would be best take a couple of steps back but Craig wasn't having this.
"Where are you going? Frightened little deer." he whispered as he in one swift movement, turned me round and pulled me onto his
lap.
"Why go for Cartman when you can have me?" he hissed in my ear as he ground his dick into my ass, making me squeal and flale uncontrollably.
"Get off him Craig!"
I don't think I ever been so happy to see Cartman before in my life!
"Awww can't we share him Eric? He's just so darn cute!"
"Let him go Craig or you'll find that not only will you bike not be fixed but SOMEONE will have stolen it's parts and chucked the rest of the bike into the lake!" threatened Cartman crossing his arms and glaring.
A cold passed between then for about a minute might of been longer when finally Craig burst out laughing and Cartman's face changed into a pleasant smirk.
"Fine! Fine! I know when I'm beat!" chuckled Craig letting me clamber off his knee and flee to a safe distance behind Cartman.
"See ya Craig! Come on Kyle let's talk!" said Cartman starting for towards the garage.
After we'd gotten a safe distance away he finally talked.
"I'm guessing Kenny sent you to convince me to fix his car!"
How did he know? Well I suppose anyone would suspicious if two of their childhood friends, who they hadn't spoken to in years, came to them on the same day?
I lied, I needed that book back, if what Kenny said was true then I should be able to convince Cartman even if it took awhile.
"No actually I was wondering you wanted to see a movie with me?"
"What? Are you serious?"
"Yeah but if you don't wa.."
"No I want to!" he interrupted hastily.
"Oh cool I'll see you at 10, at the movie theatre?"
"Yeah see ya then" Cartman grinned as he nodded farewell and continued to the garage.
