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Chapter 2 : Between love and submission
"... Cartman. I'm going to kill you."
Oh shit. Everyone but HER. When I was going to answer something like « It's not my tiiime » as George Clooney does on Nespresso's tv spot with an ironic tone, I was cut by Kyle, who had suddenly recovered his -lovely- voice.
« Nobody's gonna kill anyone! »
He moved between that stupid bitch and me.
« How can you say that, Kyle? He IS the one who adviced you to break up with me, even if we still loved each other and that I swore to god I'll never cheat on you again! Then you suffured because you couldn't forget US, and now HE told you his feelings the day that would be our 1 YEAR! »
Fuck it. I wasn't aware of that.
« Oh, shit, I spoiled this romantic day! Poo-hoo-hoo. »
« SHUT UP YOU BAST- »
« STOP IT NOW! »
The blond bitch and I both looked Kyle, quietly.
« Look, Bebe. I know that you're really angry, and in a mood to kill, but... »
He seemed to be thinking very hard for a few seconds, and continued:
« ...But he said that because I told him to. »
…. What?
« I was suffered as you said, and I wanted to test you, to know if you really still love me... »
...Is he actually helping me?
« Oh, Kyle! »
Bebe jumped in Kyle's arms and kissed him gently. I raised an eyebrow, surprised. He looked down, and walked with her to the exit of the school, leaving me on my thoughts. I think we'll have a lot of things to talk about when we'll get home...
I mean, ME, the extremist nazi, his ennemy since so many years who almost killed him once or twice (voluntarily or not)... Told him « I love you »; He could laugh out loud, and spread the rumor in ALL THE SCHOOL. And then cut my balls... Figuratively, of course. But still.
He found a lie, an excuse to explain that to his ex (Or have I to say girlfriend without the « ex » before, now?) to avoid me of dying. (Seriously. The last time she was in a fury, she almost killed Butters because he knocked down her High-School-Musical's eating box with Zac Efron Pancakes. So imagine if someone « stole » his « boyfriend »...)
Shiiit! I've just pulled her into his arms again! I'm such a I-miss-everything-that-I-undertake-guy.
When I'm thinking to it, tears are ALMOST spilling over. (I've too much pride to cry in front of all those assholes.) But man, I'm really about to cry, to get out of my nerves. If there was a gun seller in front of school, I'm sure he'll be a millionaire. (Not only for heart-broken dudes, but for the ones who can't bear another fucking math lesson. I'm one of the both categories I quoted.)
The rest of the day passed so slowly, even if I pushed some kids's head on their spinach plates on midday. He ignored me. I tried to forget the event of the morning, because the moment I remember it, I embrace sadness. So I stared on my sit, looking to the clock and praying it to speed. For a moment, I concentrated and focused on it, like Hiro does in HEROES. But unfortunately, I'm irrevocably a normal guy. (If homosexuality is considered like a normal thing 'cuz I know in Russia, a guy said that if you want to militate for homosexuality's cause in the streets of his country, you'll have to know how run as fast as a pig with burning ass.)
Finally, this fucking red clock rang the end of suffer. All the kids ran out of the class, screaming « YEAH YEAH WE ARE WEEK-END! WOO-HOO »
I'm silently hoping that they will NOT sing a song about how week-ends are cool due to High School Musical move. Thanks god, they didn't. Worse of it. They sang a Phil Collin's song.
« I remember mama said
You can't hurry love
No you'll just have to wait
She said love don't come easy
It's a game of give and take
How long must I wait
How muck more must I take
Before loneliness
Will cause my heart, heart to break? »
Okay. I'm running to home right now before killing all of those "Phil'hippies" with just a pencil.
Kyle came back as late as he could. As usual, my mother wasn't at home tonight. It's better this way, I think. I was sitting in the sofa, finding interest on my feet. He didn't bothered to turn on the lights. He sat next to me, finding the same interest on his feet. We stared like this in a time which seems to dure an eternity to me. Finally, I spoke.
« …. So... Congratulations, dude. You're not single anymore. »
« I think it better be "Hey, congratulation duuude! You're in a big mess now! I'm glad I'm not you!" »
« What mess? You're with Bebe again; it seems to be cool. »
« I'm not in love with her! »
« … But you... »
« I was just saving you of an eminent death. »
« Why? »
He looked at me like if I was a fluffy pink long-teethed rabbit dancing tecktonik.
« Because you're my friend! »
… How a fag I am, thinking for a minute that he'll answer « Because I love you too. » I wanna kill myself right now. I faked a smile, but still didn't meet his gaze.
« ...Thanks, dude. »
He smiled. This fucking smile I'll die for. My heart's racing. I looked away, hiding me blushing. He managed to climb the stairs, and stopped in the middle.
« …. I'm confused with my true feelings right now, but... »
I kept my gaze down while my heart missed a beat. His voice was hesitating. I finally looked up to him. He seemed to be hardly thinking, again. Then he ran down the stairs, and approached me slowly. Gently, he came close to me. I could feel his breath in my neck. He whispered:
« …. I just... Wanna know... How it feels. »
And he kissed me. I shivered. … If I was a girl, I think I'd said that: "OW CUTE HE IS WHEN HE'S BLUSHIING KYAAAH." But I'm not into that... You know, fangirl attitude. And even GIRL attitude for short! I couldn't help but pass a hand over his chin, and let the other ramble behind his shirt. He suddenly intensified the kiss, introducing his tongue in my mouth, exploring it with ardor. I felt so unaware of the world around right now. It was just the two of us. Just him, just my happiness. He ended the kiss too soon. He repulsed a strand of his curly hair back and looked me into the eyes, with a mix of so many feelings that I can't say what he's actually thinking. I broke the silence; improvising a talk.
« I think you've just cheated on this bitch right now. »
He laughed, nervously.
« I'm just... Not sure of what I'm doing. »
I effloresced his skin, his torso. He bit his lips.
«... It's so good to be by your side... »
I whispered, posing my head against his chest, listening to his heart. He blushed. (I noticed this EVEN if we were in a dark place because I'm powerful! …. Joking. Hum.)
« … Cartman... »
I shut him by another kiss. This one was more passionate than the other. He caressed my cheeks softly, while his other hand ran through my hair. I pulled him closer to me. I was submerged with all that sweetness -He tasted candies even if he's diabetic, believe it or not.- I couldn't take it anymore, I flipped him onto the couch, throwing his shirt away to kiss his torso freely. He moaned.
« Cartman... I don't think this is a good idea... I mean... Ike's upstairs. »
It didn't take me too long to seek a solution to carry on...
« You're right. »
I raise him as easy as a potatoe bag and take him on my car, on the garage I locked.
« … How romantic. »
« Have a better idea? »
« … It'll be fine. »
« Bebe will REALLY kill me when she'll know. »
« I'm not gonna tell her. »
« That we'll be our little secret...? »
« Exactly. »
He pushed me against the pillow in the back seat and kissed my neck, massaging my shoulders. I was going to let him manage all, but I remembered that I was the dominant male, so I grab his hand, kissed it and swapped our places. He made me know that he disapproved it with a little sigh and said:
« You're pushing me Between love and submission, and I'm not that obedient, you know... »
I smiled.
« You'll respect my authority soon, you'll see... »
He sighed again, with an amused look on his face. That was the end of the conversation. The night was just beggining...
I think it's a little short but I'll make it better next time! Please support me by reviews :3 you'll be so nice.
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