I grab my phone off of my desk and dial Cartmans house phone, it rings twice and his mother picks up. "Hello Cartman residence." I smile she was always a sweet lady, even though she was the towns slut. "Hey Mrs. Cartman, is Eric home? It's Kyle." I wait a moment for her to respond before another voice comes on the line. "Hi Kahl, what do you want you jew?" He sounds tired and depressed over the phone and I frown, maybe Stan was right about him being depressed after I left town. Maybe I did hurt him like he hurt me. "Um E..Eric I was wondering if you were going to be busy later at all? I was going to head down to Tweeks coffee shop and I thought you and I could maybe clear the air. I understand if you don't want to." God I sounded like a shy and desperate girl asking a guy out for the first time! "Oh that's what this is all about huh, you just want to open up the old wounds. Make fun of the fat boy some more, we'll it's not going to work Kahl not this time you sneaky little jew rat."
"No Eric I want to face the music of what happened eight years ago, I want to know why you did what you did. Please just come there at two and we will sort this out alright?" I ask quietly into the phone as I swallow my pride once again for the enigma that is Eric Theodore Cartman. "Well Kyle I guess we will see if I show at two." He hangs up the phone, I get up and walk down the stairs to watch some TV.
Two o clock finally rolls around and I'm standing in front of Tweeks bros coffee shop waiting for him, I shove my hands into my jacket pocket and look down. I don't know why but I'm afraid of what's about to happen, to know why he did what he did. I'm soon lost I'm my own thoughts and don't even notice Eric walking up to me. "Hey jew rat let's get this over with."
To be continued...
