Mana here. I think I've come up with a new title. Excitement, yay! Well anyway…this is somewhat different from the rest of them. This isn't really told from anyone's point of view. And Cartman makes his first appearance here. Yay! Without further ado, please enjoy.
DISCLAIMER: I still don't own South Park. But I used to live near there.
Blood
Every morning at the bus stop was the same. Kyle, Stan and Cartman would stand by the yellow sign, waiting for their ride to school (Kenny's dead by the way.) But such really is the purpose of a bus stop.
Another thing that was the same in this bus stop setting was Kyle and Cartman bickering over something.
"Hey Jew, gimmie a dollar."
"Fuck you fatass!"
Stan sighed; same boring routine, same old fucking argument.
"AY! I'm not fat! Gimme a dollar, Jew!"
"You owe me from last week!"
"Aww look at the Jew, keeping track of his loans."
"Shut up Cartman!"
"I can have one-" Stan started.
"No don't give it to him! Let that fatass fend for himself!"
Stan stayed quiet. When Kyle and Cartman fight, it was an ugly thing that everyone should stay out of.
"AYY! You're really pissing me off now!"
"Well you deserve it for having such a fat ass!"
"You're just a fucking Jew pussy!"
"Goddammit shut up!"
"Fine you know what? I don't need your fucking Jew money!"
Cartman pushed Kyle down onto the concrete of the street, disregarding the "ouch!" that came with it.
Stan, landing back to reality, rushed over to where Kyle was lying and helped him to sit up.
"Are you ok, man?" Stan asked him worriedly.
"Yeah, I think so."
"What the fuck dude?" Stan turned to Cartman. "You didn't have to push him!"
"Fat son of a bitch…" Kyle muttered.
"Well excuse me," Cartman exaggerated the 'excuse me' part.
"Goddammit Cartman he could have gotten seriously hurt!"
"Psh, like I care. Stan, gimmie me a dollar."
Stan flipped him off.
"FUCK YOU!!!"
"Whoa! Ok! Ok! You know what? Screw you guys, I'm going home!"
Cartman left.
"Fucktard," Stan muttered after him.
He turned to Kyle.
"Can you get up?"
"I think so," Kyle tried to stand up only to fall back down. "Ouch!!"
"What?" Stan looked over his best friend, scanning for injuries until he stopped at his knee.
There was a tear in his jeans, followed by a bloody scrape.
He grabbed his leg.
"Dude—" Kyle blushed slightly.
Stan reached into his pocket and pulled out a small paper strip.
He peeled the paper off, revealing a band aid.
Kyle, knowing what would come next, pulled his pants leg up, letting the cold snow sting his pale leg.
Stan took Kyle's knee, wiped the blood off with his sleeve, (A/N: seriously don't actually wipe a wound with your sleeve. You might get infected and I might get in trouble for influencing all y'all) and applied the band aid neatly.
"There," Stan wiped imaginary sweat off his forehead, "feeling better?"
"Um," Kyle smiled, "it still hurts a little."
Stan raised his eyebrows.
"Could you…kiss it better?"
Stan laughed.
He pulled his face to Kyle's knee and gave it a light peck.
"There?"
"Yeah. Thanks dude."
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Cartman bashing, yay!
More to come!!
