Author's Note: Ah, I apologize if they are OOC, I've never written fanfics before! D :
Oh and this story is supposed to be slowish, especially these two's relationship. I just can't ever imagne them getting together fast, it would take quite a long while actually, for them to even become friends, that is.
Anyway, please review and let me know if you saw any major mistakes, cause I'm sleep deprived. : D
Well, he was still fat and everything, but not as overweight as before. It sure is surprising to meet him here, I was sure everybody would be at school, but then again, it's Cartman we're talking about. It's not that rare for him to miss school for almost no reason if no reason at all, though usually he had a reason, like taking over the world or screwing someone's life over really bad.
Speaking of reasons, the reason he seems to be here for today, is in his hands. He is holding a pack of cigarettes. It's a brand I don't recognise, but it's not that shocking since I don't smoke in the first place. Makes me wonder though, is he a smoker? Didn't we try it out when we we're younger and burn down the school? I didn't think any of us would ever smoke again in our life after that incident, but I guess I was wrong.
Cartman seemed to notice me staring at the pack of cigarettes or so I think, since the next thing he did was hiding it behind his back, slowly and carefully, as if I wouldn't notice. "So, Jew-rat, what's bringing you here today?" he asks me, using one of his old insults to address me. If that was his attempt to make me angry and forget about what I saw, atleast for now, then it most definetly worked. "And why exactly should I tell you, fatass?" I ask him back, completely worked up again.
I don't know why everything he says keeps getting to me, but I'm blaming it on the fact, that I haven't seen that nazi-bastard for so long, I've forgotten how to deal with him. Yeah, that's probably it. I mean, who could deal with someone like Cartman for more then a few minutes? Well, he's mom could, but she's kind of the reason he is who he is in the first place, so she technically doesn't count.
"I dunno know, maybe cause you owe it to me?" he shoots back yet another question at mine, his eyebrow raised. My eyebrows do not raise, they furrow, as I try to make sense of what he just said. "Owe you what, fatso?" I ask him in return, after a short pause of thinking. I don't know why I even thought about his question, as if it would mean anything reasonable in the first place. I don't know why I'm still even here, talking to him in the matter of fact! Well, atleast now I know his ego is as big as ever before and that I don't have to worry about that ever changing.
His respone to my last question pissed me off more then anything else he had done a minute before, he had that shit-eating grin on his face, which I surely hadn't missed and was definetly not glad to see again. "Your life," was his answer. Ugh, should of expected that. "That doesn't count, Cartman!" I shout back at him right away, not even thinking, since I've already given up on thinking when around him, seeing as my brain just can't coprehend his way of thinking at all.
Apparently that answer was to his liking, since he burts out laughing. "What the hell is so funny!?" I ask outloud, almost shouting, though I had meant to think it this time. Man, am I falling apart or what? "How oblivious..." Cartman finally musters out, after laughing for a few minutes straight. I swear to god, one more word from him and I'll break his nose. It's not like I haven't done that before.
I decide that that was it and I couldn't bare to be in his presence any longer, so I turned my back to him and stared down at the list instead, to see what I was about to get again. Oh right, milk. I then look back up and am about to go get it, but I am instead pulled back around by a hand that has taken a hold of my wrist. "Cartman.." I hiss, before I am actually face to face with him and when I realise he's much taller then me all of a sudden. Oh yeah, he was further away just a few second again, so I must've not noticed, but he has grown quite a bit. Him staring down at me from up above like that, is almost intimidating, but not quite.
I pull back my hand so suddenly, he must've not expected that, since there was a second I thought I saw surprise on is face, but it was quickly covered away by his usual pokerface. He may be taller then me now, but that doesn't mean shit. "What?" I ask him, a little calmer then before, but still pissed off. He better have a good reason for his actions.
"Look, you stupid Jew," he starts and I scowl at his insult, before he could continue, "don't get the wrong idea, but.." he trailed off. "But what?" I ask him, not any less pissed off then before. He looked kind of hesitant for a moment, before he actually said anything, but when he did I swear I almost laughed out loud. "I think we should stop our feud for now," he said. Eric T. Cartman, asking me, Kyle Broflovski to stop 'feuding' with him? Am I dreaming?
I must of had a pretty skeptical look on my face, because he quickly added, "I'll fill you in later," before taking a step away from me and turning around, walking back to the cash register. Fill me in later? I'm not sure if I wanna know what has made Cartman of all people to ask of me such a thing, but it has certainly gotten me curious.
I swear the next chapter is going to be longer, atleast 1,500 words, I know how frusturating it is to wait for days, only to get a few words.
