What am I going to do? I'm not ready for a child, I'm only 16. Maybe I could just get rid of it, then there'd be nothing to worry about. Could I do that though? It may still be but a foetus, and have half the DNA of manipulative fatass, but it's still a baby; still my baby. I don't think I'd have the heart be able to get rid of it. Should I tell Cartman? I don't know how he'd react. Laugh in my face, feel disgusted, hate me even more; ask me to get rid of it? Could he be the complete opposite? Hug me in his muscular arms, kiss my forehead and tell me it'll be okay, and that we'll raise the baby together. Would I like that? I have no intention on getting together with Cartman. He is Cartman for crying out loud. I can't help but think back to the time he used all those foetuses to create a new Shakey's Pizza. Yeah, that's what my child has to look forward to as a dad. Do I really have to tell him though? Logically, there's no way of him knowing unless I tell him. What would our child even be? Could it be Jewish? I'm sure it says that the baby can only be Jewish if the mother is. Do I count as the mother? Most likely…yes. I'm pretty sure Cartman will not raise a Jewish baby. Or any baby come to think of it.
I stopped pacing my room once I heard the door open, and look up to see Stan smiling worriedly at me. "You might wanna sit down dude." I had called him earlier telling him I had something important to tell him, but didn't say any more than that.
"Kyle, what's going on?" He asked while sitting down on my bed.
"I did a pregnancy test" I thought I'd get straight to the point, no point beating around the bush.
"W-What? Dude, did you actually go out and buy one of those things?"
"No, your girlfriend brought me one round…" He raised an eyebrow at me, most likely wondering why she has pregnancy tests is well. I shook my head, silencing his silence question.
"Well" he coughed "what was-urmm, what was the outcome of yours?"
"It's positive" his face said it all, complete shock and confusion, "and it's Cartman's" I added, but it seemed that was all he could take as he jumped up and ran out the room. Then I heard a distant sound of him throwing up, and a weak 'sorry dude' followed. I sat on my bed waiting for him to return with my head in my heads. This was all too fucked up. Stan looked a lot paler when he finally came back in, sitting down next to me.
After a few minutes of silence he finally asked, "have you told your mom?" I quietly shook my head, "are you going to?"
"I'm kinda scared on how she'll react to the whole gay sex thing to be honest. She is a strict Jew after all; all male same sex acts are forbidden" I shrug and sigh not knowing what to do with myself while my best friend sympathetically rubs my back.
"We'll get this sorted, Kyle. I'll always be here for you" I smiled up at him while he smiled back friendly.
"Do you think I should tell Cartman?"
"I'm all for giving advise, but I'm not touching that with a ten foot pole" we both laughed, before starting to discuss how to tell my mom. I'm so glad to have a supportive friend through this tough time, but I think I'll put off telling my family for the time being.
I had put this chapter up on deviantART, so I thought it was only fair I put it on here is well. I really want to continue this, but it actually not as easy as you might think to write. I have a plot idea in my head though, so that's most likely a good sign that I will keep writing this :)