A/N: Yay, chapter three! This was such a fun chap to write ^^ I know it's kind of long and you guys are probably wondering when they're going to leave, but I just wanted to make sure that I had a good background story to it without just pulling crap out of my ass as I wrote. So they will probably take off either at the end of next chapter or the chapter after. Seriously though, this shit is so much fun to write:) I know it took a while longer to get this chap out, but it is longer than the other two- quite a bit longer, actually.
I guess I'm done blabbing about nothing important- ENJOY!
The next morning, Kyle was woken up by his cell phone going off. He swung his arm over the side of his bed to pick it up from his night stand, not even bothering to check who it was.
"Hello?" He answered as he flipped it open, his voice thick with sleep.
"Hey, dude. It's Stan." His friends familiar voice spoke, sounding too cheerful for Kyle at- he rolled over to glance at his clock- eleven thirty in the morning?! He must have overslept.
"What's up?" Kyle sat up slowly and rubbed his forehead.
"I need you to come over so I can give you everyone's share of money for the car. What time did you tell your Uncle you'd come today?"
Kyle swung his legs over his bed and stepped onto his carpeted floor. "Around three. Is Kenny going to drive me up?"
"Oh, uh. I'm not sure," Stan sputtered out, sounding suddenly anxious. "Should I tell him and Cartman to come over, too?"
"Yeah, sure man. I'll be over in a bit; I just have to get dressed." Kyle balanced his phone between his ear and shoulder as he searched through his drawers for some clothes.
"Get dressed? Dude, you're always up and dressed before nine. Did you oversleep?" Stan sounded slightly amused and Kyle glared at his phone.
"Whatever, dude. I'll be there in a few minutes." He quickly flipped his phone shut and glanced out his bedroom window. It looked pretty nice outside, so he threw on some light clothes and decided he'd walk the few blocks to Stan's house instead of borrowing his parent's car.
"Ma!" He called as he stepped out of his room. "I'm going over to Stan's house."
"Oh?" Came his mother's voice from a few feet away. Kyle turned to see her step out of her bedroom with her hands on her hips. "And what time will you be home?"
Kyle thought for a second. Driving up to Denver and back would take about two hours.
"Not until this afternoon sometime," he began, until he caught the look on his mother's face. "Don't worry; I'll be home before dinner, okay?" He assured, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.
"Well, okay." She consented, her face softening slightly. "Just make sure you're here by six at the latest."
"Okay, ma." Kyle brushed past her quickly to run down the stairs and out the front door. He held up his arm up to block out the sun as he stepped off his porch and began the familiar path to Stan's house.
The walk took about ten minutes, and by the time he got there Kenny's pickup and Cartman's Honda were already sitting in the driveway. Kyle jogged up the front steps and walked inside to find Randy sitting on the couch, a fresh beer in his hand.
"Hey, Kyle." He greeted off-handedly, not taking his eyes off the television. "They're up in Stan's room."
"Kay, thanks." Kyle started up the stairs and pushed open the door when he heard his friend's voices just inside.
"Hey, man!" Kenny looked up from his spot on the carpeted floor and grinned at the red head as he stepped over him.
"Hey guys." Kyle greeted as he took a spot next to Stan on his bed. "So, did you get all the money?"
"Yeah, we ended up pulling together four hundred. Though Cartman was reluctant to pitch in anything towards a 'fucking hippie van.'" Kenny smirked up at Cartman, who was sitting on the chair at the head of Stan's bed. The brunette simply flicked off his blond haired friend.
"All right, great." Kyle laid back on the bed and placed his hands behind his head. "So are you going to drive me up, Kenny?"
It was silent for a few seconds as Kenny sat up and scratched the back of his head. "Actually," he started, sounding slightly nervous. "I can't. You know my truck isn't in the best shape, man. I don't think it could make it all the way up to Denver."
Kyle sat up, his brows furrowed in confusion. "How are we going to get there, then?"
"Well," Kenny unnecessarily drew out the word. "Eric could always give you a lift up."
"What?" Both Kyle and Cartman exclaimed in unison.
"Okay, seriously?" Cartman sat up straight in his chair, looking down at Kenny with a slightly shocked face. "I'm not taking the Jew up to get his hippie car from his freakin' Jew Uncle."
"Well, then I guess we don't get a car to drive to California." Stan spoke up, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.
"Why don't we all just go together?" Kyle reasoned, looking at Kenny and Stan imploringly.
"Because," Stan started, rolling his eyes in exasperation. "If all three of us go, it will look a little suspicious to our parents. They'll be wondering where we all had to go together, and we don't need the questioning right now."
"Whatever," Cartman started, crossing his arms over his chest and looking away indignantly. "I'm not taking him."
"Yes, you are, Cartman." Stan stated with an air of finality. "Or you're not coming with us- period."
Cartman shot Stan an angry glare before glancing down at Kyle with disgust. "Fine. I'll take the stupid Jew who doesn't even have his own fuckin' car yet."
"Fuck you, Cartman! I don't want to go with you, either!" Kyle shouted, growing red in anger.
"Well too fuckin' bad." Cartman deadpanned, frowning down at the ground.
Kyle huffed angrily and crossed his arms. "We should probably leave around one thirty." He suggested quietly, not looking at Cartman.
"Kay, whatever." He replied, starring resolutely at the wall above Kyle's head.
"Well, what should we do until then, guys?" Kenny questioned, sitting up a bit in his chair and grinning happily at everyone. Stan smiled back, but Kyle and Cartman only answered with silence as they continued to avoid eye contact.
"Let's go down to Tweak's coffee for a bit, I'm fuckin' exhausted and I can't seem to really wake up." Stan suggested as he climbed over Kyle to hop off his bed.
"I'll drive!" Kenny exclaimed, seeming exceptionally cheerful as he rushed out of the room.
"What's his deal?" Kyle questioned Stan as they made their way downstairs.
Stan smiled to himself for a second. "I think he's just excited to leave." He replied nonchalantly.
Kyle gave him a skeptical look as they reached the bottom of the stairs. Kyle knew Stan well enough to tell when he was lying.
"No, really dude. Don't lie to me." Kyle narrowed his eyes at him.
Stan paused for a moment at the front door, his hand resting on the brass knob. "I'm not lying to you, man," he shrugged before pushing the door open and stepping outside. "Why would you think I am?"
"I know when you're lying, Stan." Kyle replied, rolling his eyes as he shoved his shoulder lightly. Stan smirked at him before shoving him back. Kyle was smiling now, forgetting about his original question as he went to push Stan harder, but was interrupted.
"Oh for the love of God!" An annoyed voice from behind the two boys made them stop, eyebrows raised, as they looked around to see Cartman with an angry expression on his face. "Why don't you two get a fucking room?!"
Kyle narrowed his eyes dangerously at Cartman, but Stan's hand on his shoulder stopped him from jumping at him.
"Cartman, calm down." Stan soothed, smiling slightly at the boy and not moving his hand from Kyle's shoulder. Cartman noticed, and his eyes flickered quickly between Stan's face and his hand.
"Freakin' faggot." He spat before walking around them, but it didn't hold much venom- it sounded more like a simple statement.
Kyle watched him jump into the passenger seat of Kenny's car with a confused look plastered on his pale face.
"How did you do that?" He asked Stan, who finally removed his hand from his shoulder to grasp his forearm and pull him towards Kenny's truck.
"Do what?" He questioned innocently.
"Make Cartman shut up." Kyle replied, making undecipherable hand motions as they stopped in front of the car door.
"Uh, I didn't spaz out on him, for one." Stan started, smirking at the red head.
Kyle growled angrily and stepped past him to hop into the backseat of Kenny's truck, Stan following right after.
When they got to Tweak's coffee house, they found a booth near the front that they all slid into. Kenny and Cartman sat on one side, Stan and Kyle on the other.
"What do you guys all want?" Kyle asked, standing up next to the table like their waiter. Stan and Kyle found it easier to take turns paying for everyone when they went somewhere, instead of embarrassing Kenny when he didn't have enough money.
"I'll just have a regular coffee." Stan replied, rubbing his head tiredly.
"Same." Kenny waved a dismissive hand.
Kyle was about to walk away when Cartman interrupted him.
"Aren't you forgetting someone, Kahl?" He droned in his old adopted accent, stretching Kyle's name into some strange southern drawl.
"Get your own coffee, fatass." Kyle responded off handedly, trying his best not to blow up on him, since that tactic appeared to work for Stan.
"But, Kahl!" He whined pathetically, causing the few people in the place to look around. "That's not fair."
Kyle took a deep breathe and turned to face him. He caught himself smirking slightly at the ridiculous pouting face Cartman had put on.
"Fine," Kyle placed his palms on the table in front of Cartman, bending down slightly. "What do you want?"
"Hmm," Cartman put a finger up to his chin in thought. "I want an iced single Vente, 5 pump peppermint, caramel sauce top, heavy ice, extra whip, vanilla." He paused for a second, taking in the shocked look on Kyle's face. "Oh, and tell them not to forget the fucking straw- I hate that."
Kenny and Stan sat in silence as Kyle's mouth fell open before he clamped it shut in rage. "No freakin' way!" He nearly screamed, throwing his hands into the air. "I can't remember all of that! And it's like a fuckin' six dollar drink!"
Cartman rolled his eyes. "Kyle, seriously, it's not that hard to remember." He responded simply as he folded his arms onto the table.
"This is ridiculous." Kyle looked to Stan and Kenny for some sort of support, but they just smiled weakly at him and shrugged. "You're insane!" Kyle accused before turning around and stomping towards the counter muttering, "He thinks I'm the faggot- what kind of guy orders coffee like that?"
Kyle ordered Stan and Kenny's drink and just ordered the first thing he saw on the menu for Cartman, not even bothering to recall what he'd told him. He waited near the counter for the barista to mix up the drinks, tapping his foot absentmindedly against the green tiles on the floor.
"Here you go, sir." The barista flashed Kyle a smile as she placed the drinks next to him on the counter.
"Thanks." He replied as he gathered them up and walked carefully back to the booth.
"Here." Kyle sat the coffees on the table before sitting down back down next to Stan.
"Ahh, yes." Stan grabbed his cup gratefully and took a drink.
Kyle watched discreetly as Cartman went to take the first sip of his drink. "The fuck, Kyle?" The brunette sputtered as he choked on his coffee. "This is not what I ordered, Jew."
Kyle rubbed his forehead in exasperation. "No duh, fatass. I told you I couldn't remember all of that shit."
"Well, Jesus, Kyle. I thought you were supposed to be smart." Cartman grinned evilly at him as he took another sip of his coffee, making his grin twist into a look of disgust. "This shit sucks."
"Sorry." Kyle replied, smiling happily at him.
"Fuck you, shit head." Cartman retorted.
"Shit head? What are you, eleven?" Kyle laughed at the lame insult, and Cartman's face grew slightly red.
"Just shut the fuck up, Jew." He demanded before standing up to throw his coffee away.
"Hey, fucktard! I spent, like four bucks on that!" Kyle yelled after him, glaring at his back. "God dammit." He murmured to himself before glancing up at Stan and Kenny, who seemed to be carrying on a silent conversation.
"What are you guys doing?" Kyle asked confusedly. The two nearly jumped out of their seats.
"Just drinking our coffee." Kenny responded, taking a quick sip for proof.
"You guys are up to something, aren't you?" Kyle accused, narrowing his eyes suspiciously at them.
"Of course not!" Stan denied, putting up his hands as a barrier between himself and Kyle. His eyes flashed nervously over Kyle's head at Cartman, who was returning to the table. Kyle backed off once the brunette had sat back down, deciding to ask Stan more about it when Kenny and Cartman weren't around.
Kyle pulled out his phone to check the time. One thirty five. "Cartman, we should probably get going. Kenny, you wanna give us a ride back to Stan's so we can get his car?"
"Yeah, sure." Kenny replied, and they all made their way back out to Kenny's truck, Stan still clutching his coffee between his hands.
When they pulled up next to Cartman's car, Stan sat up suddenly. "I have to go get the money!" He exclaimed, shoving his coffee cup into Kyle's hand. It was empty, meaning that Stan was probably experiencing a major jolt of energy right about now. Which explained why he jumped from the truck before it even came to a complete stop.
Kyle and Cartman got out of the truck to stand awkwardly next to the brunette's car while they waited for Stan.
"You two have fun, okay!" Kenny waved out his window as he began to back out of the driveway. "And don't christen the new car without me!"
"Christen the car?" Kyle mumbled under his breathe as he watched the old pickup drive away, not quite understanding what Kenny meant.
"He means we shouldn't fuck on the vintage shag carpet." Cartman supplied for him, wearing a serious look.
Kyle's face immediately grew red as he tried not to picture that certain scenario. "Fucking sick, man!"
"I know, that shit has probably been in there since the Beatles started dropping acid." Cartman made a disgusted face, but stopped once he caught the look Kyle was giving him.
"What's your problem, Jew?"
"The carpet is the only objection you would have to doing it with me in that car?" Kyle sounded incredulous as Cartman scoffed, turning his head away slightly so he couldn't look at him in the face.
"That's a given you fuckin' butt pirate. I didn't think I had to mention it. Sorry that's right where your filthy mind went."
Kyle was about to retort when Stan came running out of the house, a wad of cash fisted up in his left hand.
"I got it! Don't worry!" He shouted, though he was only a few feet away from them.
"Dude, Stan. Calm down." Kyle demanded, placing his hands on his shoulders as he panted.
"I'm calm, Kyle!" He assured, his eyes wide as he practically jumped on the spot. "Just take the money and go, or you'll be late!"
"I'm not going to be late, you idiot." Kyle gave him a gentle shove, and Stan smiled back at him.
"Here." Stan held out the money and Kyle folded it nicely and stowed it in his wallet. He was about to walk away from Stan and get into Cartman's car when he felt himself being pulled back.
Stan shot Cartman a quick glance to make sure he was watching before wrapping both of his arms tightly around Kyle's neck in a hug. Kyle laughed, attributing his friend's unusual behavior to the caffeine as he hugged him back.
"I don't think you should drink coffee for a while, all right?" Kyle suggested as he pulled away from Stan, but the black haired boy wouldn't let him go yet. He held him at arms length with his hands gripping his hips firmly as Kyle tried to wriggle away.
"Stan, you can let go now." He stated, sounding confused as he just continued to stare at him with a huge grin on his face.
Stan threw another glance in Cartman's direction to see him starring with a morbid kind of interest at the two of them, before nuzzling his nose in Kyle's neck.
The red head blinked confusedly down at his friend as he came up to whisper in his ear.
"Bye, Kyle." He drew out the words slowly so his breathe ran hotly over his neck, making Kyle freeze as something shot down his spine, spreading a strange warmth through his body. Stan finally let him go, watching him wobble just slightly on his feet as his eyes starred off into nothing, looking slightly glassy.
He blinked a few times before focusing back on Stan. "Uh, yeah. Bye." He gave the black haired boy a short wave before turning around and getting into the car. The sound of the driver side door opening and closing registered in Kyle's mind, and he was brought back to Earth by the knowledge that he was alone with Eric Cartman. There would be no witnesses to save him if he pissed the Nazi off now.
"Are you two like, an item now?" Cartman scoffed sarcastically as he backed out of Stan's driveway. Despite his joking tone, Kyle caught something almost like anger flash through his eyes.
"Fuck- no." Kyle admitted, rubbing his forehead as he felt it begin to pound with a headache.
Cartman glanced sideways at Kyle as he drove too fast down the street. "Well you might want to let him know that. It looks like he has a different idea."
"Stan does not think that we're dating, Cartman." Kyle snapped, his instincts of defending his super best friend kicking in.
Cartman held up his hands in surrender. "Hey, I'm just sayin' that he looked pretty…" he seemed to struggle for the right word for just a moment. "Comfortable."
"Yeah." Kyle nodded to himself. "Yeah, that was pretty fuckin' weird, okay Cartman?" He spit out in one quick breathe, barely believing that he was agreeing with the guy.
"Well, you can't blame him." The brunette stated, but continued after seeing the confused look on Kyle's face. "I mean, you guys act so fuckin' gay all the time, it's no wonder he thinks you're… lovers." He almost choked on the last word as it came out.
"We do not act gay, Cartman." Kyle informed him as he pulled up his legs so he was sitting crossed legged on his seat. "We're just really close, you know?"
"No, I don't know." He responded, almost too quietly for Kyle to hear.
"What I mean is," Kyle started, unwilling to begin fighting with Cartman when they were actually having a somewhat decent conversation for the first time ever. "We're just really comfortable around each other. And Stan was all jacked up on caffeine. So it was probably nothing."
"Sure, just ignore the truth." Cartman stated dramatically.
Kyle smiled once he realized he was only joking and Cartman smirked back at him, taking his eyes off the road for a second.
"Why can't we be like this more often?" Kyle wondered out loud and Cartman chuckled in amusement at him.
"Because that would be fucking boring, you idiot." He responded, shaking his head in disbelief.
"It would also be a nice break." Kyle pointed out.
"Don't deny it, Kahl." The red head cringed at his odd, pet name. "The only reason you just disagreed with me is because you're already growing tired of getting along with me."
"That's not true." Kyle crossed his arms defiantly and sunk down in his seat.
"Then why are you still disagreeing with me? If you really didn't want to fight, you'd agree just to shut me up." Cartman observed, smirking widely at the dangerous glare Kyle was shooting at him.
"Or I'd keep arguing because I know I'm right." Kyle spat through clenched teeth, but this only made Cartman's smirk widen.
"Why do you want to fight with me so bad?" He questioned, taking his eyes completely off the road to stare at Kyle.
"God dammit, Cartman! Because you do shit that just drives me crazy, that's why. It's not because I want to fight with you, it's because I have to!" Kyle was breathing heavily through his nose with his fists clenched tightly in his lap. "Now get your eyes back on the goddamn road. I'm not getting into a crash today."
Cartman continued to stare at the side of Kyle's face as he looked defiantly out the window. Slowly, he returned his eyes back to the road, but an awful tension was boxed into the car now with no way to escape.
The awkward silence stretched on for an almost unbelievable amount of time, until Cartman hesitantly broke it.
"You know we were totally set up into this, right?" He questioned, trying to sound as casual as possible under the circumstances.
"What do you mean?" Kyle would have snapped angrily at him, but he was taken back by the strange comment.
"I mean, Stan and Kenny were planning for the two of us to go to Denver alone." He explained, throwing on his blinker as he changed lanes.
"That's ridiculous." Kyle stated, but he didn't sound completely convinced of his own accusation. "Why would they do that?"
Cartman shrugged. "Why do those two faggots do half the things they do?"
Kyle huffed in annoyance and rested his head against the car window. "Maybe they thought it would make us get along so they wouldn't have to listen to us fight all the way to California."
Cartman scoffed, smirking. "Like hell that'll work."
Kyle narrowed his eyes at the brunette. "It could work, if you'd stop being such an asshole."
"God dammit, Kyle." Cartman's eye brows drew together in annoyance as he kept his head starring straight out the windshield. "You're just as responsible for our fights as I am."
Kyle froze as this particular statement sunk in. That wasn't true, was it? Cartman was always the one who started shit with him, calling him a Jew and making fun of his mom- but Kyle could never just let it go. He had to fight back, always.
"You see?" Cartman chuckled in amusement at the look on Kyle's face. "You love to fight with me, no matter how much you want to deny it."
Kyle growled in reply and took to glaring resolutely out his window at the passing traffic.
"Now you're going to ignore me, Kahl?" Cartman drawled with a discernable laughter in his voice. "That's just rude."
Kyle fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat, realizing for the first time how hard it was for him to just ignore Cartman's stupid comments.
"Fuckin' kike- I didn't know you'd give up that easily." Cartman went on, trying his hardest not to laugh out loud when Kyle's hands balled up into fists with the effort of not yelling at him.
"Hey, daywalker!" Cartman called, poking the side of Kyle's face with a thick finger. "I'm talking to you!"
Kyle moved with an unexpected agility, wiping his face around to clamp his teeth down on Cartman's finger.
"Ahhhh! The fuck, Kyle, let go of my fucking finger you cock sucker!" Cartman yelled in anger as he tried to yank his finger away. Kyle's teeth just tightened even harder on it though, causing the brunette to hiss with pain.
"God dammit, let go!" Cartman demanded fiercely, letting go of the wheel just long enough to punch Kyle hard in his left eye.
"Fuck!" Kyle exclaimed, letting go of Cartman's finger as he cried out in pain.
"Fuckin' creepy ass vampire." Cartman accused as he cradled his finger and glared maliciously at Kyle, who was pressing both of his hands against his eye.
They both glared at each other for a moment, until the stinging went down in both of their wounds, and their expressions softened slightly. It took Kyle a few seconds to realize that they were just starring at each other, and his face started to grow red before he quickly looked away.
"Where am I supposed to go, Jew?" Cartman questioned like nothing had happened.
Kyle looked around, realizing that they were already in Denver. "Take a left on 130th." He supplied, sighing gratefully at the suddenly lighter atmosphere in the car as he leaned back in his seat. It seemed like it was always that way with Cartman. They would build up an odd sort of tension, release it in some way, and then an overwhelming calm would take over- until they started all over again.
The rest of the car ride was silent except for the occasional beep of the blinker and the sound of cars honking at each other. Kyle's uncle lived in an apartment right in the center of the city, but he had been there enough with his family to remember the way. As they pulled into the parking lot of the small complex, Kyle checked the time. Two fifty- perfect.
Kyle paused as he reached for his door handle. "Uh," he began, feeling awkward. "Do you want to come up with me?"
Cartman grunted in reply, which Kyle took for a yes since he opened his door and stepped out of the car. They took a moment to stretch out their cramped muscles before heading to the entrance of the apartments.
Kyle was about the ring the number for his uncle's room when Cartman stopped him with a huge grin on his face.
"Wait, let me guess." He shoved Kyle out of the way and stood in front of the name board, scanning through the different residents until his eyes came to a rest at one specific name. He pressed the buzzer confidently and Kyle stepped forward, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Hello?" Came the voice from the intercom.
"Hello, it's your nephew Kyle here to pick up the car." Cartman replied in his sickeningly sweet voice.
"Oh, right, okay." He sounded anxious, and a few seconds after his voice disconnected, the door buzzed. Cartman stepped forward and pulled it open, waving Kyle through with a small bow.
"How the hell did you do that?" Kyle questioned as they began walking down a narrow hallway.
Cartman rolled his eyes in amusement. "Seriously, Kahl- you're family's Jewish. It's not so hard to pick out a Jewish last name. Especially one like Eibenschutz."
Kyle frowned at the carpeted floor as they continued along. His uncle lived on the third floor, so they took the small flight of steps near the back corner of the building. Kyle grew quickly irritated by Cartman trying to force his way around him, the narrowness of the stairs making it nearly impossible without flattening Kyle's back against the railing.
"Will you cut it out, Cartman?" Kyle demanded through clenched teeth as he threw his elbow back, hoping to smash it into his face, but he ducked at just the right moment.
"Why can't you just move over, Kahl?" Cartman whined, panting slightly with the effort of shoving Kyle to the side and climbing up the stairs. "You're going too slow for me."
"Shut up, fatass- you can barely keep up with me!" Kyle accused, glaring over his shoulder as Cartman wrapped his hands around his waist.
"Cartman," Kyle growled threateningly. "Let me go."
"Shut up, Jew." Cartman rolled his eyes as he turned Kyle's entire body to the side and pressed him up against the wall by his waist. He slid his body slowly around him, smirking evilly at his uncomfortable expression.
"God dammit, Cartman." Kyle nearly whispered as the brunette started up the stairs again, only this time effectively cutting him off from getting around him. Cartman took up an excruciatingly slow pace, making Kyle whine and sigh in annoyance from behind him. He placed his hands on Cartman's back, trying to push him along faster, but he was much stronger then Kyle had anticipated, making him impossible to move.
When they finally reached the top of the stairs, Kyle let out a grateful breathe as he stepped around Cartman to lead the way. His uncle's apartment was only a few doors down the hall- Kyle stopped and knocked loudly when they reached it. It only took a few seconds before the door swung open.
"Kyle! Hi!" A short, red headed man with black rimmed glasses greeted as he stepped into the hallway.
"Hi Uncle David." Kyle smiled politely and gestured at Cartman who was standing slightly off to the right behind him. "This is Cartman, he drove me up here."
"Hello, Cartman." David gave him a small nod. "We have to go down to the parking lot across the street," he explained to Kyle as they made their way to the elevators. "I keep it there so Sandra won't find it."
As they rode the elevator down, David started up a conversation with Kyle about where he was planning to go for college while Cartman stood off to the side with a frown on his face.
"What's wrong?" Kyle whispered as they stepped out of the elevator and David took the lead through the constricted hallway.
Cartman seemed to come out of a small trance as he looked down at Kyle. "Nothing, Jew." He replied, looking almost offended that he would ask.
"Fine, whatever." Kyle crossed his arms and took off briskly after his uncle, ignoring Cartman the rest of the walk there.
When they reached the car, Kyle handed the four hundred from Kenny, Stan, and Cartman over and then fished through his wallet for two fifties.
"This is enough, right?" Kyle questioned as he leaned against the side of the car. It didn't look like it was in too bad of shape, considering how old it was.
"Yes, yes, don't worry about it." He demanded in a nasally voice. "I'm just glad to be getting rid of it."
"All right, thanks man." Kyle patted his Uncle on the back. "Just remember not to mention any of this to my parents, okay?"
"You're secret's safe with me as long as mine is with you." He promised, holding his hands out in front of him.
"I'll see you around, David." Kyle smiled thankfully at him as he began walking away.
"Bye, Kyle!" He called over his shoulder before he jogged back across the busy street.
"Well," Cartman started, leaning on the car beside Kyle. "He's not as much of a stereotypical Jew as I'd anticipated."
Kyle's eye brows rose in surprise at the almost compliment. "How do you mean?"
"He didn't try to squeeze more money than this car was worth out of you." Cartman stated simply as his shrugged.
Kyle smiled slightly up at him. "Yeah, he's not a bad guy. A little skittish sometimes, but…" Kyle's voice trailed away as he watched his uncle reenter his building.
They were both silent as they leaned against the old, red van, listening to the sounds of innumerable cars and people that was the city.
"So," Kyle shifted, not really willing to break their strange moment of peace, but he knew that if he didn't get home on time his mom would be pissed. "I guess we should get going?"
Cartman nodded silently, pushing away from the van and walking back to his own car.
"I'll see you back in town?" Kyle didn't know why he felt so compelled to keep talking, but the words came out anyways.
Cartman looked over his shoulder. "Yeah, I guess so."
Kyle didn't move until Cartman had disappeared completely from his sight. He sighed as he pulled the keys his uncle had given him out of his pocket and jumped into the driver's seat. He slipped the keys into the ignition and let his head fall onto the steering wheel. His thoughts jumbled for a moment until settling on one final conclusion of the day's events.
It had by far been the most… interesting day he had spent with Cartman ever.
A/N: I hope the end didn't sound too rushed :/ I was just so excited to get it done! Hah, I didn't want to make you guys wait any longer.
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