Chapter Two

Author's Note: Hi world. So people don't review? You guys are sick. D

But, thank you Tsubasa for being the only one who reviewed so far. Much appreciated. 3 And if my readers (cause I know I have some, they Story Alerted this thing) review, the faster you will get the next chapter. Cause this one has… A CLIFF HANGER! 0

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Disclaimer: No, I don't own South Park. Sucks, doesn't it?

Warnings: Extreme yaoi, possible rape, drug use, alcohol use, and more! You have been warned.

Chapter Two

After a good two hours of laughing at the movies, Kyle definitely was feeling a lot better. He seemed happier, and the smell of alcohol was replaced by popcorn, candy, and soda. The perfect combination, in my opinion. We had only taken a few steps out of the theater when a familiar fatass blocked our path.

Cartman, all three hundred and fifty pounds of him. He had been growing taller, but he was still pretty damn fat. And he was definitely the last thing Kyle needed to get better from being away from Stan. "Well, well, what do we have here? The Jew and the poor kid going out to the movies, how romaaaaaantic!" he said, laughing as though this was the funniest thing he had seen.

I rolled my eyes at him, trying to get by, but all he did was step right in front of my face. "Come on Cartman, you know that we aren't in the mood for this!" I yelled/muffled angrily, trying to find a way around him. He had grown into a bit of an asshole in the past few years, only really being a good friend when it involved food, money, or anything that would end up getting him in a better spot in life.

And when he wasn't doing these things, he was being an ass.

"Oh how cute, standing up for your little boyfriend? Kenny, Kyle is just probably using you as a fucktoy so he can get his mind off of Stan, you know."

Usually, I would just ignore Cartman, but this time he was going too damn far. A fucktoy? How dare he?!

"Cartman, shut the fuck up!" Kyle said, glaring at him. "Kenny is not my fucking 'fucktoy', and Stan isn't my boyfriend!"

Cartman only scoffed, rolling his eyes. "So now you're a fag and a Jew, I see."

"Fatass!"

"Don't you fucking dare call me a fatass, you fucking Jew!" Cartman yelled, getting ready to pummel Kyle to the ground. I rushed in the middle of them, trying to shove the brunette away from Kyle.

"Dammit Cartman, just leave us alone!" I yelled, grabbing Kyle's arm and storming off. Cartman was infuriating me, with his sick jokes. The fatass, thankfully, didn't follow us back to Kyle's house, simply going on his merry way with a smirk on his face. Just fucking great, that idiot just ruined our day! Well, that didn't matter, at least we were just going back to Kyle's house. I couldn't let him bring down Kyle's mood again, I had only just gotten it back up!

We arrived back at Kyle's house, and his parents were still out. Ike was busy playing video games with a few friends, barely acknowledging our return as we walked upstairs to the redhead's room. As soon as we closed the door, I let out an angsty sigh, rubbing my forehead. "Damn Cartman, why does he have to be such a fucking prick!?"

Kyle only sighed, walking over to the beer bottle, checking to see if it was still good to drink. "Kyle," I started, "please—"

"Don't worry, he didn't piss me off enough to drink the whole bottle," Kyle said, and I sighed of relief. "Wanna help me out, though? Bet you need a good drink."

As much as it pained me to drink in front of Kyle, I really was craving that beer. I grabbed the bottle out of his hand, taking a long, deep swig before handing it back to Kyle. "Thanks," I said, hoping onto the bed. He sat down next to me, taking a gulp of his own.

"You know, Cartman could've been a lot worse," he said. Confused, I looked over to him, tilting my head slightly to the side. "Maybe he's upset about Stan leaving too, and he just wants to take it out on us, his closer friends."

I couldn't help but to smile at Kyle's innocent answer. Really, sometimes he was just trying to be an optimist, but I found that cute about him. "Yeah, maybe," I said with a shrug. "So, anything you want to do now?"

"Look at porn online?"

"Sure."

We both walked over to Kyle's computer, which he prided over. It was one of the best computers in South Park, and he could easily break into any website he desired. As we surfed the web for something that didn't include Cartman's mom (which was harder and harder to do every time), I looked over to Kyle for a question to be answered.

"Hey Kyle…"

"Yeah?" he asked, clicking on something, seeing Cartman's mom about to give oral and immediately clicking out.

"About what Cartman said… about you and Stan being a couple… it's fake, right?"

At this, the Jew stopped what he was doing, turning towards me with a confused look on his face. "Dude, of course it is, why would I be going out with Stan?"

"I don't know, it's just that you took a lot of offensive from it when Cartman said, you know?"

Kyle smirked, shaking his head with pure amusement. "Kenny, I was just pissed off at him calling us fags. I'm not gay, and you're not gay, so I just get annoyed when people lie like that."

"Aha," I said. "I see." Oh, how Kyle was so, so wrong about me. At least half wrong, I still think some women are hot. It's just that I prefer men over them, with their muscular bodies, not taking all the time in the world to get ready for a date, the—

"Finally!" Kyle cried in success. "A site without Cartman's mom!"

"Seriously!?" I asked, leaning in towards the computer. A good porn site was always good for me, and it always got my mind off of anything. We had only gotten a few seconds in the video when we realized that it was going to be a threesome, but with two guys and one girl.

"Damn, and I thought I found a good site!" Kyle yelled in aggravation, about to click out of the site.

"Wait, Kyle," I said, pulling his hand away from the mouse. He looked up at me with a confused look on my face, but I was only looking at the video. "Still might be good," I muttered quietly. Kyle rolled his eyes, taking his hand away from the mouse and watching it with me. Quite frankly, I was really enjoying the porn, while Kyle was mildly annoyed. Two men both kissing the same girl (and each other, occasionally) seemed to make him squirm in disgust. See, what did I tell you? There is no way that Kyle Brofloski is gay.

Damn.

After a few more hours of watching more porn, I figured it was time for me to leave. The sun was beginning to set, and my parents would probably think I died again if I didn't get home by dinner. The beer was completely finished, and Kyle wasn't the only one who had finished it. "Alright, time for me to leave, I guess," I said, getting out of the chair. Kyle nodded, clicking out of the latest porn we had found—a lesbian one, making Kyle quite "happy".

"Really? Alright, see you in school tomorrow Kenny!" he said, smiling towards me. I smiled back, leaving his room and rushing out of the house towards home. It seemed as though his parents had finally gotten home, but knew that we were upstairs, so didn't come in to check up on us. Thank God Ike kept them busy with his silly questions on sexual activities.

The walk home always seemed to get longer and longer for me, as the change from the rich neighborhood to the poor neighborhood happened slowly. I always hated that, seeing a beautiful house, and then seeing a horrible one right after. It always used to make me jealous of my friends, but I've learned to just ignore it. And I had been doing a good job of just keeping to my self, ignoring everything around me until I felt a tap on the back.

"Hey there Kenny."

I jumped, whirling around only to find Cartman, smirking at me as though he had just won a game. I rolled my eyes, asking, "What do you want, Cartman? I thought you would be home by now, not in this neighborhood."

"Mm, maybe so, but then again, I think I might have something that… you might need."

Disgusted, I turned around, walking back in the direction of my house. "Look Cartman, I don't want anyth—"

Suddenly, I heard the fat boy take something out of his pocket, and as I turned around to see what it was, I quickly wished I hadn't. In his hand was money, shimmering under the setting sun and making it look like gold, almost. I blinked, taking a small step towards it. "T-that's a twenty," I breathed, reaching out for it. Of course I knew that Cartman was probably going to ask for something in return, but I really did need that money. Not just for me, but for my family, too. We were slowly running out, and my parent's jobs weren't helping at all.

Right as I was about to grab it, Cartman snatched his hand away, up high enough out of my reach. "Ah, ah, ah, McCormick. You really think I'm going to give you this without anything in return?" Damn, I knew he would ask that. Shouldn't have thought I'd get it so easily. "Well, let's see here… if you do me a favor, I might be willing to hand this over… then again, twenty dollars is a lot—"

"Dammit Cartman, what do you want?!" I barked, with my eyes only on the money.

A large smirk grew on his face as he took a few steps backwards, the money still in site. "If you want the money, then come, there's something I need from you." With that, he turned away and began to walk. Only hesitating a second, I followed shamefully like a puppy on a leash, not sure what was in store for me.

Looks like I won't be going home anytime soon.

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