Little Place in Aspen
A/N: Okay, so technically since it's past midnight this counts as a separate day, but I'm gonna skip the technicalities and say it's a double update! :p
And thank you so much to my reviewers so far, ChapeauVert and Evie Antorcha. You guys are great!
The ride there was hell.
Driving the the full-size van was my dad, in the front passenger side was my mom. Second row was Mr. Broflovski, and in the bucket seat next to him was Mrs. Broflovski.
And in the back, shoved together, were me, Kyle, Kenny, Cartman, Butters and Ike, all sitting cross-legged from each other on the fold-out bed.
The Stotches had been riding behind us with Mrs. Cartman and our bags.
I pinched the bridge of my nose as Kyle and Cartman were fighting. Of course, it was all done quietly so that Mrs. Broflovski couldn't hear the insults being exchanged. It had all stemmed from Cartman asking if Kyle 'liked taking it the Asspen.'
And it was all normal, until...
Kyle just had to go and take Cartman's bag of Cheesy-Poofs.
"Aye! Get your greedy Jew-paws off my Cheesy-Poofs!" Cartman whined as he made a grab for the blue and orange bag.
"I'm doing you a favor by helping you lose weight, Fat-Ass!" Kyle retorted as he held the bag out of reach.
"I'm not fat, you fu--" he nearly shouted, angry.
"Kyle, Eric, what's all that shouting about?" Mrs. Broflovski inturrupted (thank, God, since Cartman was about to drop the F-bomb very loudly).
"Kyle stole my bag of Cheesy-Poofs," Cartman whined.
"But, Mom--"
"Kyle, if you want something, you should ask politely," his mother scolded, as if talking to a five-year-old instead of a thirteen-year-old. "Give Eric back his bag."
Kyle opened his mouth, ready to protest but then decided against it and roughly shoved the bag into Cartman's chest.
"There you, go, Fat-Ass," Kyle mumbled, so his mother couldn't hear.
"What was that, Kahl?" Cartman asked in his fake-innocent voice.
Kyle glanced at his mother, who was still turned toward us. "I-I said...here you go, Cartman."
"But, Eric, I'm sorry but you aren't allowed to have those in here," Mrs. Broflovski continued as she watched Cartman stuff his face with a fistful of Cheesy-Poofs.
His face fell. "What?"
"This van belongs to Mr. Stotch's brother and we should try to keep it as clean as possible. So no food or drink in here." She stuck out her hand, and took the bag from Cartman.
After she turned around and put the bag with the rest of the food, Cartman crossed his arms and slapped Kyle on the arm.
"Dude, your mom's a bitch," Cartman muttered.
"Cartman--"
"I mean, really, she's a big fat fucking--ow, Ike, what the hell?" Cartman cried as Ike had kicked him in the leg, an interesting fete since he was sitting cross-legged.
I laughed, finding it extremely funny that Cartman was between both Ike and Kyle, who were about ready to jump him in the name of their mother.
But, as it is Cartman, he continued to taunt under his breath.
"Well--"
"Cartman, don't," Kyle warned.
"Well, Kyle's mom's a bitch, she's a big fat bitch, she's the biggest bitch in the whole wide world--" Cartman sang under his breath.
Ike turned to face him, glaring daggers, which mirrored his brother.
"Don't worry, Ike," Kyle told the nine-year-old. "I've got this one."
He turned toward Cartman, grinning evilly, and I had a feeling I knew what was coming.
"So, Cartman?" he asked. "You like singing? I've got one for you."
Cartman seemed not to hear, instead continuing, now moving on to his horrible version of the different languages.
"I'm sailing away," Kyle sang, grinning.
I snickered as Cartman stopped singing abruptly. He closed his eyes angrily. "Set an open course for the virgin sea cause I've got to be free--"
Kyle turned toward me, Kenny and Butters, who were trying our best not to burst into laughter.
"So, what do you guys wanna do when we get there?" he asked half-seriously as Cartman continued singing at the speed of light.
"Hit the beach, dude. See all the hot girls in their bikinis," Kenny replied excitedly through his old orange parka.
"U-uh, well, I guess I could a-always try skiin' again," Butters stuttered, looking nervous for some reason.
"We climbed aboard the starship and headed for the skies saying come sail away come sail away, come sail away with me--"
"I-is he gonna be okay?" Butters asked, looking worriedly at Cartman.
"It's a weird OCD habit of his," I replied. "It works for 'Come Sail Away,' 'Heat of the Moment,' 'Sweet Child O' Mine,' and most Britney Spears and Spice Girls songs."
"So, Stan," Kyle continued, putting his hand on my knee to bring my attention to him. "What do you want to do?"
He was stuggling to be friendly with me again, I realize now, but at that time, all I could focus on was the proximity of the hand to...
I looked at his hand, and then up at him, flustered. What was wrong with me?
I gulped. "I--" My voice was an octave higher than it should be, but only I noticed because we were inturrupted by Cartman once again.
"Sick, get a room, you fags," he whined disgustedly.
"I'm sailing away," Kenny sang, though it was a bit muffled through his parka.
As Cartman once again flew through the song, Kenny turned to us. "By all means, keep going."
Kyle made a face. "We weren't doing anything, Kenny."
"Sure, dude. Whatever," Kenny rolled his eyes, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
"Boys, we're here!" my dad shouted.
We all cheered, looking at the scene in front of us. There stood the building, as big and hotel-like as I remember it from four years ago.
My stomach churned at the sight, even though I was eager to step out of the van. It was as if I knew something bad would happen here.
But that's foreshadowing, and that only works in books, right?
I felt something slide off my leg, and look to see nothing was there.
It was then that I realized that until now, Kyle had not removed his hand the entire time.
Okay, it's over 1,000 words. Again, sorry it's so short, but I was hoping that the not-so-double update would rectify that.
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