Band Drama
Chapter Two: He didn't do anything, did he?
Kyle awoke to someone poking his side, "Stop it!" he said to whomever rolling over in an attempt to shake the finger away.
"C'mon queer-o it is time to WAKE-UP!" Cartman's voice rang into his ear, the last two words said in a yell. An unsuspecting Kyle jolted awake, hitting his head on the table next to the seat when his body had sat up in a hurry. Kyle rubbed his now-aching forehead, and gave his best glare to Cartman.
"GO AWAY FATASS!" Kyle screamed at the laughing man in front of him, anger welling up inside.
"Oh, not this again?" a groggy voice said from below the two. Kyle recognized it to be Stan's. "Stan, YOU would be angry too if you had just been woken up in such an annoying way as the FATASS screaming in your ear!"
"Are you forgetting that YOU woke me up SCREAMING also?" Stan asked, starting to sound more awake.
"YOU GUYS, STOP YELLING!" Kenny's voice screamed from a pallet nearby. Then Kenny muttered, "Geez, can't a guy get any sleep with a hangover?"
Cartman seemed to want attention again, for he yelled back at the muttering man, "AND WHOSE FAULT IS IT THAT YOU HAVE A HANGOVER?" Kenny groaned back at him, and said something inaudible.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?" Cartman yelled at Kenny, who had covered his head with a pillow and lay on his stomach.
Kenny looked up at Carman, from under the pillow, "Ahem Ahem, I said, SHUT-UP FATASS!" Kenny screamed at the only standing man in the room.
Cartman huffed, "for the LAST time, I AM NOT FAT-" Cartman was about to finish his speech when the bus suddenly stopped.
The man Kyle was dreading to see got on the bus, waved to the driver giving him the "okay" to go on. The bus started to move again as Christophe moved to the center of the room. With a look around, skipping over Kyle, he started his lecture.
"I COULD HEAR YOU GUYS YELLING FROM THE FUCKING FRONT OF THIS BUS! YOU NEED TO GET ALONG TO PLAY WELL TOGETHER! STOP THE NAME-CALLING HISSY FIGHTS, YOU ARE NOT IN KINDERGARTEN! YOU ARE ADULTS, ACT LIKE IT!" Then Christophe sighed, "Seriously, I don't feel like this today, I just got finished speaking with the media. I know Cartman already knows what occurred because he fucking made an ass of himself by giving an interview to Fox News about how I'm gay with Kyle and always have been." At this he glared at the subject of his bad mood, the other just looked at him innocently.
"Anyway, NO ONE is to go NEAR ANY news station EVER! UNDERSTOOD?" The others nodded in response. "Okay, Cartman, I want you to stop arguing with everyone in this band. Stop the fighting, and the stupid-ass stuff you always do. Understood?" Everyone looked at Cartman, who smiled innocently and nodded slightly. Christophe glowered at him.
"Okay, will everyone shut the fuck up sometime soon? I am getting tired of your constant yelling! Unlike any of you guys, I partied at the party, let me have my rest!" Kenny yelled, as he smothered himself with the pillow.
"Okay, Jesus dude!" Stan replied to Kenny's rhetorical question. Kenny just flipped him off without bothering to look at Stan from under his pillow.
"Oh yeah, sorry that you guys had to sleep on the bus! We do this too much, so I'm getting a different bus set-up with sleeping accommodations soon." Christophe said with a false smile plastered on his face.
Kyle smiled at the news. Stan yawned, and got up from the floor under the table. "Hey, why were you sleeping there?" Kyle asked Stan.
"I wanted to hide away from Fatass, he kept pestering Kenny and I about you and the manager getting gay together." Stan said matter-of-factly.
"I was not pestering you!" Cartman said defensively.
"Oh, yes, you were." Stan said. Cartman opened his mouth to yell his defense, but stopped when he caught the manager's glare.
"The hotel is coming up soon, so you won't have to wait long for a nice, clean place to be in! We will stay there for a couple of days, so bring enough clothing; I don't want to have you guys in the bus away from me." Christophe said happily, trying to make the bad aura of the room lighten. He only got groans in response, and a pillow flung at his face. (Compliments of Kenny whom looked like he was ready to kill the next person to speak.) No one wanted to test out his anger, so they stayed silent.
After the lousy rest of the trip, they were now near Rhode Island. All Kyle could wonder about was how the manager planned this trip, which made his focus go onto the manager, again. He couldn't figure out a way to ask the man about what had happened. Christophe acted uncaring about the entire moment by the way he just said it simply in the speech he gave, but Kyle wished it was more than just a stupid excuse, he wanted the truth. He didn't want a relationship with Christophe or anything; he just wanted an apology, or an explanation, something...
Christophe did the Brand-Name-Marsh-Move, he pinched his nose bridge in frustration. He knew he and Kyle would have to talk about it sometime, but he didn't have an explanation his actions. He wondered why he did it, maybe he could tell Kyle he was drunk at the time, but then again the boy would know better. After all, he had kissed him; Kyle would have smelt or tasted the alcohol. Plus, Kyle was smart; he would know that it is almost impossible for him to have gotten drunk in such a short time span. Not to mention, he had given a speech about how many drinks were allowed to the band, he would never be so hypocritical to just go and get drunk right after... Maybe Kyle wouldn't think it out, then he would be safe, but then he knows that Kyle wasn't the type to just take an explanation without questions or comments. When did being the band manager become so difficult?
As Christophe and Kyle thought to themselves, Kenny slept peacefully. Cartman and Stan continued with their lives, Stan texting Wendy, Cartman working out. Cartman did a new daily routine of exercise, even with the impossible schedule of a rock star.
As the ride wore on, Kenny eventually woke to take medicine, and had the bus stop so he could puke. After that, he took the medicine again, and went back to sleep. Stan and Wendy had broken up (again), and Kyle had to help him with his emotions about the break-up (as usual).
The bus stopped at a five-star hotel. The boys got out, Kenny dragging his feet. No one really knew how Kenny was still tired after all the sleep, but ended up not really caring at all. Everyone roomed in pairs, except Cartman who threw a hissy fit and got Christophe's room which was supposed to be for the man alone.
Stan was still planning on being with Kyle, but after Kyle's pleading eyes met with Christophe's, Christophe made an excuse about needing to be around the window and Kenny needing watching, to room with Kyle. Kyle breathed out a sigh of relief; he would not have to deal with Stan's crying over Wendy for at least one whole night. Then, his happiness stopped when he realized he would have to room with the man he was trying to avoid. His emotions went to nerves after the realization hit.
Christophe, too, was affected by the thought. He still had no plan of action for how to get Kyle to get why he kissed him. Christophe himself came up with no explanation. Had the kiss really been a stupid thing for him to do? Had he acted on impulse or was there something more to it? He looked back on his memories before of the kiss. He remembered the way Kyle was getting frustrated, the blush on Kyle's face. He remembered looking at how Kyle's lips seemed to have a pout in them. He shook his head; he didn't really have feelings for Kyle, did he? How was he going to get out of this?
Christophe made the band take their own luggage up to their rooms; causing everyone to look at him with a 'you're too paranoid' look on their faces. Christophe shrugged, and shooed the man with the luggage holder away. The band sighed in unison; Christophe smiled at them.
The rest of the band made their way to their rooms, Stan pouting to Kyle some more before going to his room number with a very angry-looking Kenny. Kyle was almost sympathetic for Stan before he thought through how many times he was used by Stan. After those thoughts, he felt significantly better; any thoughts that came up on the subject were then shoved out.
Cartman smiled when he went to his own room, Kyle and Christophe both glared at the conceited man, before heading to the last room in the hallway, their room. Christophe fiddled with the card, trying to get the door to open. Kyle sighed and took the card, flipped it over to the 'this side up' sign, and pushed the card in and out of the lock, pulling the handle down and successfully opening the door. Kyle walked through the door without hesitation, a baffled Christophe behind him.
The room was beautiful, and had the perfect view of the beach that they had been driving alongside to get to Rhode Island. Kyle sighed, thinking of the long journey he and his friends made to be able to go to five-star hotels like this.
Christophe looked at his blissful-looking companion and wondered what he was thinking about. He worried himself to the point of no return about this moment, he still was not entirely sure on what to say. The silence between the two was awkward for Christophe, he was about to pounce on Kyle, when Kyle began the conversation.
"We need to talk." Kyle said, the thought of how those words scared every woman-loving man to death never passed through his mind.
"Yes, we do." Christophe agreed, not planning to say much as to not look completely stupid in front of Kyle.
"I don't know what to say exactly, I guess I'll just go with the obvious question, why?" Kyle asked his tone as impassive as his face.
"Why? I don't know what you are talking about-" Christophe began, but was cut-off by newly-angered Kyle.
"You know what about, don't play stupid! The kiss!" Kyle half-yelled to the man.
Christophe did not know where to begin, should he still play-dumb about the entire situation or should he just say it was spur of the moment? He decided to go with the previous option.
"Why, Kyle, I don't know what you mean. Whatever are you talking about? A kiss, did you and a band member kiss or something?" Christophe asked, hoping Kyle would drop it if he saw how uncomfortable he was getting. Kyle, however, did the exact opposite.
"You mentioned it on the bus bastard! The kiss at the party!" Kyle said, his words carrying his growing fury.
"I don't understand, did I talk to you about something to do with a kiss at some sort of party?" Christophe said with an innocent-type tone in his voice, a questioning look on his face. Kyle swiftly turned towards the man, his fists clenched tightly at his sides.
"You fucking bastard, don't play dumb! You are acting just like the fatass!" Kyle yelled at his manager, his face reddening from anger.
Christophe felt a needle go through his heart, but did not show it, he couldn't. He really wasn't acting like Cartman, was he? He didn't get a chance to respond because Kyle slapped him, hard, across the face. Christophe's body swayed with the force of the slap. He felt the burning sensation of the hit. Christophe looked back at Kyle, who had teary eyes, and a deep red face. He felt sorry, but did not say a word as Kyle stomped off out of the hotel room. Christophe stood where he was, his face looking down, what did he just do?