Kyle and Stan sat in silence, Kyle dully watching the cars and buildings speed by his window.
The sound of Stan's cell phone going off made him jump, causing the darker haired boy to let out a laugh.
"Answer it." Stan ordered, pulling it out of his pocket and flicking it towards his boy friend with out looking away from the road.
"Hello?" Kyle inquired.
"Kyle!"
"Cartman!" He couldn't help the smile that spread across his pale face, looking out of place on the face reflected back to him in the windowpane. "What do you want?" He asked as he got him self under control.
"I'm running late. Where the fuck am I meeting you guys?"
Kyle rattled of the directions with the detached precision of a directory operator ending with "Is that it or did you need something else?"
"No stupid jew… that's it." He hung up before anything else could be said.
Despite the directions being immaculate, despite the fact he was already in the city, despite the fact that he wanted to see the little red head boy more than anything else he'd ever wanted, or maybe because of it; it was after eleven when he finally set foot in the bar.
It was packed, everyone smiling and talking, drunk and chattering. There was dancing off in one corner and Cartman sighed, sulking off to the far end of the bar, not sure wither he wanted too catch sight of the lucky couple or not.
It was a little after twelve when Cartman caught sight of him for the first time.
Kyle was leaning up against one of the walls, green eyes dull in the neon light.
Cartman couldn't look away. Time seemed to still as the watched his enemy forcing small talk and smiles. He looked good, god did he look good. He was wearing tan dress pants and a crisp white button up shirt. What's more he was wearing glasses and no hat.
Cartman felt himself stand as he watched the crimson strands slide side to side with every small movement.
He didn't know how long he was staring, a minute or two or hours but his heart kicked into hyper drive as Kyle looked up, eyes flashing with life for the first time all night.
His tunnel vision cleared Cartman instantly began taking in every thing at once. The smell of cigarette smoke was suddenly smothering, the lights where boring into his pupils. He gagged at the smell of all the sweaty drunken people, the noise of both the band and the insistent voices suddenly deafening.
He reached in his pocket, hastily throwing down money for his drinks, how many had he had? It doesn't mater right now. Cartman felt nauseous as he rushed into the bathroom, leaning all his weight on the sink as he tried to steady him self.
He shouldn't have done this. Yea, he got to see Kyle again, the boy he'd been dreaming about since who knows when but it was too much. It wasn't worth it. He felt like he was gonna break apart as he tried to steady both his breathing and his mind.
"Hey."
Cartman spun at the voice and there he was.
"He-Hello q-queer." Cartman stammered, taking a deep breath. He realized instantly what a mistake this was as he breathed in his cologne, instantly bringing with it memories of pale, ginger flavored skin, soft moans and blood on once clean snow.
"How are you?" Kyle stepped forward awkwardly, unsure how to behave. Where they friends now or …what? His arms rose slightly, debating weather to hug the wider boy or not.
Cartman made the decision for him, enveloping him in a spine cracking bear hug before letting go abruptly.
The two of them stood awkward.
"You didn't answer me." Kyle's voice was barley a whisper. "How've you been?"
He still didn't answer, instead; "What the hell happened to you?" There was fury in his voice.
Now that he was close enough Cartman could see the swelling around his left eye, a scar that hadn't been there before beside his right eye. His nose was slightly off center and his bottom lip was split. "What the fuck happened Kahl?" He growled.
"N-nothing." He fingered the frames of his glasses nervously. "I- I need these now, when I'm not wearing them I'm clumsy, I trip."
"Bull shit."
Cartman blinked, noticing bruising under his collar. Instantly he reached for it, heart aching as Kyle flinched away.
This wasn't right. Kyle wasn't supposed to be like this. Kyle was hot tempered, smart mouthed and assertive. Kyle was the glaring red head who had been strong enough to top him two years ago, not … Cartman let out a noise of disgust as he yanked back his collar.
A hand print.
"What- why?" He couldn't understand this. Why would Kyle even put up with this? "I'm gonna kill him."
"Cartman-" Kyle started to say something but Cartman cut him off.
"No! Why?" He was furious.
Kyle hung his head, refusing to meet his eyes.
"God! Fuckin' Jew! Fuck!" Cartman screamed, unable to restrain himself. "Jesus Christ! This is what is wrong with you people, you know that! You're a pathetic worthless piece of shit!"
His anger dispersed instantly as he heard some one laughing behind him.
He spun around to find Stan ,four guys peeking through the doorway over his shoulder.
"There you are babe, I was wondering where you'd gotten off to."
Kyle instantly rushed over to him, obligingly wrapping his arms around him.
"I never knew you where Jewish." The man directly on Stan's right said, reaching out, twirling a red lock around his finger.
"Jesus your stupid Luke." Stan rolled his eyes, swatting his friend's hand. "Wasn't the fact he's circumcised a dead giveaway?"
"Like I actually wasted time looking at his cock."
Cartman mouth dropped open at the implications of that statement. They couldn't-Stan wouldn't have- one look at the shame written across the little freckled face said it all.
"How have you been Cartman?" Stan drawled. "Haven't been missing any meals I see. What have you been doing with yourself?"
"Well not group fucking a pasty ass Jew so obviously not the same thing as you." He snapped before he could catch himself.
The entire group in front of him- minus Kyle of course- laughed and Stan smiled, roughly yanking Kyle's face up to meet his lips. "Jealous? You can have a go fat ass."
"In your dreams, I'll leave the fagottrey to you and your friends here."
"So how's football working out for you?" He asked once the laughter died down once again, sizing up his ex-friend as they struck up a conversation. Stan didn't look too much different except for the addition of even more muscles. He still had the same cropped black hair he'd had since middle school. The only exception where his eyes, some how grown cold and angry, not the soft brown of the pussy hippie Stan used to be.
"So you know, congrats and all." He tipped an imaginary glass his direction. Something had to be done. He HAD to get Kyle out of here and, unfortunately he'd have to play nice-nice until he got a chance to do something.
"Thank you." Stan smirked, roughly playing with Kyle's nipples through his shirt.
He hated that. The look on Kyle face made him want to punch Stan's lights out. Instead he smiled. "So are you having a Jewish wedding?" he taunted.
"Naw. Kyle's parents aren't coming so were doin' it my way." His hand slipped forward slipping into his fiancés pants. "We where gonna head home and have some fun. You sure your not in?"
"No." He felt his stomach turn. "Not my thing." He forced his best evil smirk. "Ya'll have fun with the little fag." He ruffled Kyle's hair as he shoved past them, disgust filling his stomach. "I'm gonna stay here and down a few more. Wanna give me a key or something?"
"Don't have extras. Just call my cell. Kyle'll let you in."
Cartman shook his head as he watched them walk away. Stan had turned into a stranget.
It was three a.m. before Cartman hulled himself up, stumbling out of the bar and snatching the G.P.S. out of his car. No way in hell he could drive and he sure didn't know his way.
He followed it blindly through unfamiliar streets, over cracked sidewalks, under streetlights and through deserted ally ways until next thing he knew he was looking up at the same building he had spent his afternoon staring at.
He pulled out his phone, glaring at it for a second before remembering how to work it.
"Hello?" Kyle's voice was thin and frail.
"I'm here. Let me in."
"Ok. It's the fifth floor floor, third door on the right."
"Kyle." Cartman reached out, gently touching his face. It didn't look any worse.
Kyle shrugged. "I'm fine."
"They didn't hurt you to bad did they?" The question felt out of place knowing what Kyle just went through.
"I'm used to it. I'm just a filthy whore anyways."
"Your not a whore!" Cartman snapped, Kyle flinching at his tone. "Stan's a jack ass for doing that to you! Hes- Hes worse than that but I can't think right now." He leaned forward, roughly kissing the whimpering boy. "I wouldn't do this if you where mine." Cartman wisped and Kyle burst into tears.
The nazi pulled him close, rubbing his back and toying with his hair as Kyle cried. "I hate him!" He growled. Kyle wasn't supposed to be like this! Cartman sagged to the ground, dragging him with him, too drunk to stand.
"Leave with me." Cartman whispered.
"I can't."
"Why the fuck not?"
"I- I don't know. I just can't." He hung his head, felling pathetic. He wanted to but some how he couldn't bring himself to say yes.
"You can. We-we'll leave tonight! Come back to South Park with me! I'll I'll keep you safe!"
"No you won't." Kyle said softly, gently steadying his drunk friend. "You'll do the same thing. I'll do something stupid and you'll have no choice but to punish me. I'm a bad boyfriend! I don't like sex and I'm a crybaby! I dropped out off collage, I –"
Cartman silenced him with a kiss. "I love you Kyle. There. I said it. I love you! Come on, we'll drive away-"
"Your too drunk to drive anywhere." Kyle chuckled lightly, gently catching The brunets hand and leading him to the couch. Just sleep, ok? "
these are the lyrics that fit the first 1/2 of this chapter, the second half was just plot stuff, nothing to do with the song. Please comment if you want it to continue.
And it starts...
Sometime around midnight
Or at least that's when
You lose yourself
For a minute or two
As you stand...
Under the barlights
And the band plays some song
About forgetting yourself for a while
And the piano's this melancholy soundcheck
To her smile
And that white dress she's wearing
You haven't seen her
For a while
But you know...
That she's watching
She's laughing, she's turning
She's holding her tonic like a crux
The room suddenly spinning
She walks up and asks how you are
So you can smell her perfume
You can see her lying naked in your arms
And so there's a change...
In your emotions
And all of these memories come rushing
Like feral waves to your mind
Of the curl of your bodies
Like two perfect circles entwined
And you feel hopeless, and homeless
And lost in the haze
Of the wine
And she leaves...
With someone you don't know
But she makes sure you saw her
She looks right at you and bolts
As she walks out the door
Your blood boiling
Your stomach in ropes
And when your friends say what is it
You look like you've seen a ghost
And you walk...
Under the streetlights
And you're too drunk to notice
That everyone is staring at you
And you so care what you look like
The world is falling
Around you
You just have to see her
You just have to see her
You just have to see her
You just have to see her
You just have to see her
And you know that she'll break you
In two
And the piano's this melancholy soundcheck
She's holding her tonic like a crux
And so there's a change...
In your emotions
And all of these memories come rushing
Like feral waves to your mind
Of the curl of your bodies
Like two perfect circles entwined
And you feel hopeless, and homeless
And lost in the haze
Of the wine
And she leaves...
With someone you don't know
But she makes sure you saw her
She looks right at you and bolts
As she walks out the door
Your blood boiling
Your stomach in ropes
And when your friends say what is it
You look like you've seen a ghost
And you walk...
Under the streetlights
And you're too drunk to notice
That everyone is staring at you
And you so care what you look like
The world is falling
Around you