(Cartmans perspective):
(past history) (3)
A night out with friends
Third Chapter is done, I hope you enjoy it
In this moment I, Kenny and Kyle are about to visit the Nightlife Club, which is the most popular Club in South Park. Before you ask, what´s about Stan?! Well he couldn´t come up with us, cause he had an accident, by which his both legs had been broken. You may think: How did you manage, that they let you inside? Well, I have connections, knowing the owner of the Club has some advantages, right?
As we stay in front of the door, the bouncer doesn´t ask for the ID Cards, because he knows what is going on. We´re much under 21, but it doese not matter, because the owner of the club had informed him about us and that we can go in, whenever we want. "Why did the jew come with us again?" I ask showing at Kyle. "Because he´s our friend Cartman?!" Kenny says, looking confused at me. "Really? Well then.." I say, smirking at both.
"In any case, I´m gonna dance now" I say, as we get in. I begin shuffling, its a kind of dance, in which I am efficiently. I think I am a natural in dancing. I did´t practice much at home. I just can dance, it´s simple, and people like it.
"Come on you drags, join in" I yell and then they look, as if they are about to run away, but surprisingly they suddenly decide to dance with me. I am amazed, not expectant this. Kenny moves fucking guardedly, constantly hoping, that the hot girls doesn´t watch him. Sometimes he turnes his face to them and smilies. What a fool, doesn´t he know, that girls love it, when you dance? I know, that he is ashamed. Completely different actes Kyle, who wages with his arms and moves his feet totally indiscriminately. He makes me loughing my fucking ass off
"I always knew, that Jews ar´nt able to dance" I needle him , smirking at Kyle, who looks angrily at me and says: "shut up!I can dance" he stamps his feet more hard now. I look at him with a wide grin on my face: "You mine you can´t dance, look at you, your dance is akward" Kyle looks hella funny while he is dancing, Kenny nods his head, by reason of the rich Trance music. I , still laughing at Kyle, decide to teach him, how to dance correctly, I mine I can´t watch this anymore, his dance is killing me.
"Kyle stop it stop..." he interrupts me: "shut up, I don´t wanna hear your grouse" he says furiously. "Don´t be sour little Jew, I only want to help you" he glanced at me, as if he would´nt trust me. " I don´t need your help" he shouts, his face turns red. I proceed to dance further, while I irritat him with my singing " wuhu yeah I am the best, I am so cool, better yes better yes better, then the jew...Kyle is a loser, he can´t dance.." His face turns redder and redder, his fists clenched "Arrrg Cartman! I prove you, that I can learn dancing!" A broadly smilie covers my face "Fine Kyle, lets start!"
Kenny suddenly stops dancing, (if you can call it that, because he did´nt really move) and an inspiration glare washes over his face: " Have fun by dancing, I´m gonna take care of these ladies" I roll my eyes and reply: "do what you want, but remember, your gonna stay the night by me" He smilies at me and runs towards the girls. The jew turns his face to me and watches me, presenting him the first moves, that could even manage such a beginner, like Kyle. He tried his best, first he does very clumsy, but then he gets better and better, and finally he is almost as good as I am. "Am I doing well?" He asks, smiling at me. "Your getting better and better, although you are a jew"
I grin at him, feeling the proud of my ability. "See, also I can learn" he says, while he is moving his feet. We have lots of fun, while we are dancing. Suddenly Kan runs towards us and yells: "Dudes dudes, look at this , look at this!" his appearance is, as if he comes back from the lotterey, in his right hand, he holds his old cellphone, with which you can only take pictures (but just in bad quality), phone, write messages and play some dull games. Kyle looks annoyed, I think he doesn´t like it, when someone interruptes him. "what´s happening Kan? Did you get the telephone number of one of the girls, or what?" Kenny knocks Kyles back and says "of course not, you douchbag! I took a picture of the boobs from this girl" he pointed at a girl, a slim blond lass with big breasts, Kan looked very pride, like Kyle, when he got an A plus.
The jew sighs a little bit and I sit down to the stool at the bar, shoring my head on my hands: "Where do you waiting for? Show us the pic" Kyle and Kenny sit down next to me and my best friend presents us his success. It is a pic of boobs, big boobs. The quality is like shit, because of his old phone, with which he took the photo. I have no idea, how he managed this. If I were a girl, I would never let a boy, taking pictures of my boobs, especially when he´s unknown. But Kenny makes it again and again... I assume he could even make an exhibition called " Boobs in all shapes and colors" . It is like a hobby for him, he once said to me, that it makes him feel alive. Whatsoever, I don´t understand it.
"What´s your opinion? Do you like the pic?" I look bored and say: "There are boobs, no more" Kenny looks at me with a "I can´t believe that you said this" glance and replies: " There not only boobs, I mine they look different, cause..." he wos interrupted by Kyle, who puts his hand on his head: " It does´nt concern anyone Kan.." Kenny packes away his cellphone, his pride smilie wos gone. I stand up and yawned: "Let´s go home, dudes."
They both nod and follow me out of the club. Kyle, having his hands in his pockets, says gently: "Thanks Cartman for teaching me, how to dance" my face turnes a little bit pink, it wos the first time, that Kyle thanked me for something, I had teached him. That means that I am not as stupid as everyone thinks, cause today I teached the jew, yes I am damn proud of me. "You´re welcome" I answer, kicking some stones. "Nice, that you both honeys had fun, but my night wos also really hot" Kan teases us. "Shut up Kenny, it wos´nt hot, it wos just funny" I say, kicking harder against the stones. How did he come to that conclusion? I am not gay! Okay, what do I expect, it´s just Kenny, Kenny the boobs and vagina lover. The poor boy gives me a shoulder tap and smilies : "I know I know.." For the last 5 minutes, the walk went on quiet, until we reached my house.
My friends stay the night by me, but I don´t let them sleeping in my bed. They have there own sleeping bags, to sleep on the floor. The first words that I can hear is "I´m hungry" which come from Kennys mouth petulantly, I role my eyes : "It´s late at night...moreover I have nothing to eat" I lie. "Don´t lie fatass! You just don´t wanna give me something to eat!" he yells, his armes crossed. I growl, tear my hair out and shout: "Then search for it Ken, I don´t feel like" He looks angry and looks for some snacks in the cupboards. Kyle yawns and does up his sleeping bag. "Where is actually your mum Cartman? Normally your mum comes down to greet us and making us snacks "
Kenny glances at me annoyed, while he is rummage about: "exactly, I´m fucking hungry!" Shit..why did he ask that question? My mum is at her work...she works anytime. Well, someone calls her, and then she says, ok I´ll be there in 10 minutes, for example. "err.. she wanted to visit a bar today" I lie, my voice is shaky, both look at me bored: "Whatsoever, tell your mum, that she has to prepare the snacks, when she decides to visit a bar or something else"
Kenny says, Kyle looks tiered and plays with his hands. "Let´s watch TV" I suggested. Kyle looks confused: "Do you know, which TV broadcasts are shown late at night?" My expression wents unknowing: "I don´t know Kyle, but maybe there is a movie...about, you already know this story certainly" he shivered: "which story?" I fetched my flashlight, switched it on and my voice got creepy: "about the guy who picked up the phone late at night..it wos 4. a.m and he wos alone at home. The phone rang ring riiiing riiing..he picked up and then suddenly " Kyle shivered, he always creeps fucking up, when he listens to a horror story "And thhheeen?" he asks in a shaky voice, biting his nails nervously. I countinue the story: " The caller said to him: I know where you live...now, because you picked up muhahaa..and I´m gonna kill you! Then the door opened slowly, it squeak and the jung men shivered and shivered. An old guy entered the house, with a gun. And.." Kyle begins to scream and I and Kenny begin to laught. "Maybe we should´nt watch TV at this time" he grins.
Kyle is still shaking , he lookes cute somehow. "calm down Kyle, it wos only a horror story" I say, trying to soothe him. You could see a worried expression in his eyes, I sit down next to him, on the couch. "Is the story true? Did this really happen?" a kind of smilie washes over my face. It wos clear, that he would ask that question: " of course not, Kyle!" How did he come to that conclusion? It wos an fictional story, no more. "What the fuck is that?Diet crisps?!" Kenny shouts grimly, he must have found something to eat.
I turn my face to him and say: "Whats the problem?" Kan looks at me stunned "Are you deaf or what? As I said, diet crisps!" he wedeles the bag of crisps around in the air. I groan, stand up and go to the poor teenage kid "So what? Eat it" I think he is amazed, that I´ve got diet crisps at home and no "normal crisps". Well, I´m on a diet, because my doctor told me, that I have to lose weight, otherwise I´ll get diseases. He gave me a fucking long lecture about the risks, when you are fat. So I decided to lose weight. "Why do you have diet crisps at home and no normal?" he asks, I give him a serious glance and answer: "I´m on a diet" Kenny and Kyle look at me, as if they see something unbelievable. "Well, my doctor told me, that I have to lose weight, when I don´t wanna get diseases. So I decided to live healthier." They both are petrified, their mouths wide open. "Whats happening? Don´t you believe me? Do you think I am not able to lose weight? You fucking pricks!" I yell, knocking over a chair. The jew answers after he shook his head: " We were just suprised, cause we did´nt expect that" They did´nt expect that? Great excuse Kyle, but I know, what you are really thinking. You only don´t wanna make me mad, cause you know, what then happens. But anyway I am to tiered to argue with them. I yawn and stretch my arms: "Whatsoever, I go to sleep. Night" I walk to my room and hear them both shouting "good night", while I go up the stairs.
Thanks for reading this chapter, I hope, you liked it! I wanted Cartman to be a good dancer, because I think it´s cool, is´nt it? I really liked it, when he teached Kyle dancing. Yes Kenny the breast lover, must not be forgotten. I would be pleased, when you follow my story, favor or review it. See you, the story has to be continued.
Disclaimer: South Park doese not pertain me.
