Chapter 2 Starstruck
I stand there in shock just staring at him, he hasn't changed a bit even after so long he's still husky with the same haircut neatly parted and swept to the right side. His cheeky grin and red jacket with brown slacks were ever present. Slowly my look of shock melted away and anger took over, I grab the edge of the door and glare at him intensely. "What the hell are you doing here fat ass, your the last person I wanted to see today." His grin widens and I resist the urge to punch him right in the face, God he just pissed me off so much. "Well Kahl I came to get an interview for the paper and to drive your jew ass home, Stan couldn't make it so he asked meh to do it instead. Isn't it your lucky day?" he asks totally ignoring the dirty looks that I shot him, curse you Stan Marsh some super best friend you turned out to be. "Fuck off Cartman, I don't have time for your shit. I've had a long day, fuck because of you I've had a long eight years." I slam the door in his face and turn away not willing to face him just yet, Stan should have known better than to have sent him here after what he did to me, what he's done to me through out my whole life. Memories of my childhood flood my mind, thousands of them of countless years of teasing, abuse and crazy schemes that almost never worked.
"Kahl listen it's just one ride, it's not going to kill you to go with me." Cartman Shouts through the door hoping that I would walk out and that everything would be ok, god he pisses me off so much. I begin to weigh my options on either opening the door and going with him or just staying here and giving Ike a call to come and get me. "Come on Kahl I don't have all night, get the sand out of your vagina and let's go already." After he finishes saying this I violently swing the door open and yell back that I don't have sand in my vagina, I can't believe that he's still using that old insult what are we eight? Before I can say or do anything further Cartman picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, he makes his way across the room and picks up my bags while I kick my legs trying to break free. A few minutes later we are outside and standing in front of his car, Cartman tosses my bags into the trunk and tells me to get in the car before he stuffs me in the trunk and takes me home that way. I open the door and turn towards him to flip the bastard off before getting in, for a moment I could have sworn that I saw a flash of hurt in his eyes. When he finally gets into the car I turn towards the window and rest my hand on my cheek, we make the drive home in complete silence with not even the radio playing. 'No music that's so unlike fat ass, he hasn't even attempted to talk to me this whole time. What the fuck is he up to now, what crazy schemes is he coming up with to make my life a living hell all over again. Hasn't he done enough to ruin me, hasn't he caused me enough heartache?' I turn my head towards him and notice that he's completely lost in his own thoughts as well, my heart skips a beat when he bites down onto his lip like he had done a thousand times before when we were still together.
Nothing else really happened for the rest of the night, he eventually just dropped me off at home before driving off with out a single word, not that I was surprised by that. Slowly I made my way into the house and up the stairs to my old room, I smile softly as I look around taking in the familiar surroundings of my childhood home before collapsing on my bed and falling asleep. The next day I wake up to my mother knocking on my door and telling me that my friends were here to see, clearly excited to see Stan and Kenny I jump out of bed and run down stairs to greet them. Naturally luck wouldn't be on my side and standing there with them was Eric and Butters, I didn't really mind that Butters was there but Cartman was a whole other story. Stan is the first one to walk up and give me a hug, Kenny followed suit and then started laughing hysterically when he realized that I was wearing girl clothes as well as the fact that I had long hair and boobs. "Kyle dude when the fuck did that happen, I always knew that you were gay but seriously when did you get a fucking sex change? Not that I mind of course." Kenny exclaimed and wiggled his eye brows suggestively at me, I laughed and rolled my eyes. It was nice to see that not much had changed while I was gone, Stan had gotten married to Wendy and Kenny still chased anything that had a skirt. What really caught me off guard was when Stan told me that Eric had stayed single after I left, hell even Butters had gotten married to Bebe Stevens. Why didn't he move on after I left him, especially after what I discovered on that fateful day.
To be continued...