Cartman and Bebe sat in silence watching the other four interact wordlessly until Cartman sighed, reaching over and poking her fore arm.
"Yes?"
"Nothin."
"Mmhum." She turned back to the computer, intending on checking her email.
Poke. She looked at Cartman. "Do it again and I'm breaking your finger." She growled with out any actual malice behind it.
There was silence until; "So what happened with your date?"
"Why do you care?"
"I don't but I could use an excuse to beat some guys face in."
Bebe rolled her eyes. "Nothin' He was just a jerk and I wasn't playing his games. He offered to drive me home, I declined and called Wendy."
"What'd he do?"
"He just though I was something I'm not." She sighed. "Every one thinks just because I take care of my appearance and have big hooters I'm a slut."
"I don't think you're a slut." Cartman said softly.
"Shure you don't." She laughed lightly. "man I could really go for a drink about now."
"I've got like six suitcase cases in my car."
"Well than lets go grab 'em!" She stood up with a smile.
"Yea, lets go." Cartman rolled his eyes, standing up. "Its getting a little to gay in here."
Bebe sighed as she stepped into the hallway. "Don't you get tired of it?" She asked as they walked.
"Tired of what?" He glared at the curly haired girl.
"That. Wendy and Stan. And the other two…" She huffed. "It's only a mater of time. Don't you ever feel… I don't know, left out?"
Despite the answer being a solid yes he shook his head. "Naw."
She looked at him, full lips smiling sadly. "Why do you do that?"
"Do what?" He glared, opening the door and letting her out.
"Why do you have to act so tough all the time? We all know it's just an act."
"Shut the fuck up!" Eric snapped, snatching up a case of beer, slamming the door closed behind him as he entered the house and stomped up the steps. "Stupid whore!" How dare she pretend to know him?
He threw down the 24 pack, moving to the window. Bebe stood where he left her beside the car.
"No way!" Kyle's voice broke his thoughts.
"Huh?"
"I said no way! I told you before you can't bring this shit in here!"
"Shut up jew."
"This isn't a frat house Cartman."
"Gawd relax Kahl. Why are you always so uptight?"
"If you had my mother you would be too. If she saw this crap in here I'd be grounded till I was 20!"
"We'll clean up before she gets back." He cracked open a can, downing it in one drink.
"And if she sees the cans in the trash? What if you spill something? Wall to wall white carpeting is NOT forgiving Cartman."
"We can stash the trash in my car, Chill, it's not like anyone's askin' you ta drink the shit!"
"I know that 'cause I'm the one who' probably gonna end up leaning up the mess!"
Cartman growled, gaze turning back to Bebe. Annoyed he threw open the window. "Get in here Blondie! Gawd, no one wants you to freeze to death!"
She spun, giving him the middle finger before sitting down on the porch. Cartman growled. She wanted to play like that did she? Cracking his knuckles he headed for the bedroom doom, intent on dragging her up here.
"Gimme one of those." Kenny snatched up a beer as Cartman left the room, plopping down in the computer chair.
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"What are you doing?" Cartman glared as he opened the door.
"Sitting here. What are you doing?"
"Coming to get you before you freeze to death. Come on, I got Yuengling, I know its your favorite." He snatched the twelve pack from the car, holding it up for the curly haired blond to see.
She gave a small smile and he frowned, sitting down next to her on the icy porch. It wasn't him. She didn't care this much about what he said. "Thinking about your date?" He asked, effortlessly cracking both bottles open and handing her one.
"Yea." He breath was a little cloud in the night sky.
"You really like him?"
"No. I just met him." She huffed, balancing her chin on the bottle resting on her knee. "My cousin in North Park set us up on a blind date."
"Oh. No more datable guys in South Park?"
She smiled again, this time a mischievous, secretive tint to it. "Oh there's a few but they haven't approached me so…" She shrugged. "I don't ask people out. That's the guys job."
"Who?"
"Its not important." She stood up, tossing her empty bottle in the back seat and heading for the door. "Let's get inside before we freeze."
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"That's it! Off my bed!" The two of them walked in just in time to see Kyle shoving the raven haired duo off his bed.
"Spoil sport." Wendy pouted, legs still firmly locked round Stan's waist.
"Yes, yes, I know. I ruin all the fun. I won't let you drink your selves into a stupor and wreck my house or fornicate on my bed. How dare I? I am just such a bad person!"
"Thanks for seeing it my way." Carman imputed.
"What are you looking at?" Bebe asked the blond who was chuckling at the computer screen. He hadn't even looked up for the entire confrontation behind him.
"Jewish porn." He smirked.
"What?"
"It's um… fanfiction. Stan realized we where pretend." Kenny spun in his chair to look her in the eyes. "We were all- this whole town- was made up by these two guys named Matt and trey."
"Mmm. "Wendy looked at her boyfriend, roughly nibbling on his bottom lip. "You never told me you where crazy."
"There serious." Kyle mumbled.
"No way! Prove it!"
Kyle lay back in his bed, closing his eyes as he listened to the mindless banter. "You should take the girls home before you get to drunk." He mumbled to Cartman, already half asleep.
"No way! Were saying here tonight!" Wendy exclaimed
Kyle groaned. "Fine. Stan, make a mess and I will kill you."
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"Hey." Kyle sat up squinting first at Kenny than the clock. "Dude? What are you still doing awake? It's three in the morning!
"Um-" He gestured to the computer yawning. "I cleaned up all the beer cans and tossed 'em in lard asses car. Think Cartman took out half a twenty-four pack him self!
"And you did the rest?" He didn't look impressed.
"Not by a long shot. I was on the computer. Six or seven at the most. I stuffed the rest of the drinks in the back of your closet."
"Mmm." Kyle stretched with a yawn, looking around. The only one's he saw were the two blonds "Where's Stan and everyone? They go home?"
"Naw. Stan's down stairs defiling your couch with Wendy."
"Nothin' new." He mumbled, snuggling back down into bed and moving away from Bebe. "Get in bed. Sleep."
Kenny's face broke into a lecherous grin instantly and Kyle rolled his eyes. "Should I sleep next to Bebe and you sleep on the end?"
"Of course not. Being sandwiched between a sexy Jew and a hot blond sounds perfect."
Kyle rolled his eyes as Kenny climbed in. " Why do you have to say stuff like that?" He asked, slight annoyance tinting his voice.
"Stuff like what?"
"You know, that. I mean you don't say stuff like that to Cartman or Stan."
"Well that's because being sandwiched between those two would just be nauseating."
"See! That's what I mean right there! Its almost as if your flirting with me Ken!"
"Well… you know… I kinda am." Kenny mumbled quietly, a rare blush creeping across the bridge of his nose.
"Oh." Ky smiled before rolling over and hiding his face in his pillow.
"Why are you smiling?" Kenny purred, grabbing his shoulder and trying with out much effort to flip the small boy over. "You like the idea of getting attention from me?" He ran his hands up and down Kyle's arms as he spoke.
Kyle didn't answer but every inch of his exposed skin was becoming flushed at the contact.
"You do, don't you?" He pulled at Kyle seriously this time, flipping him onto his back. The catholic boy smirked, straddling him and effectively pinning with his torso, anchoring his arms above his head with one hand.
"Kenny!" Kyle wined, trying futilely to free him self.
"Look what I got." Kenny whispered, leaning in so he was mere inches from Kyle's face. "Its an innocent little red head."
The crimson shade of his face matched his hair as he looked up at his friend. "Th-this isn't funny." His breathing spiked as Kenny ground against his groin. "Ken stop it!
"Do you like me?" Kenny ignored his pleas, speeding up his movements.
Kyle didn't answer; all he could do was whimper, biting his lip as he tried to control his body's reaction. He wasn't used to this kind of thing. He didn't even touch him self like this for Mosses sake!
"~Your not answering me Kyyylllleee~" Kenny sung, dragging out his name. "It's rude not to answer people. Well…" He chuckled. "At least part of you is answering me."
"Kenny, Please!" He cried out, bucking as hard as he could. "S-stop!" Kenny was right. God was he right. Kyle was loving the attention: the soft tickle of the blonds fingertips on his skin, the scent of his breath as he leaned barley millimeters from his lips.
All Kyle could think of was breaching that minute space and taste those soft lips but it was wrong.
"Tell me your not enjoying this." Kenny taunted, speeding up. He was, every sinful sensation it sent rushing through him making his pulse quicken and his blush deepen.
"Yes you ass! Kenny! Stop!" Kyle practically screamed.
Kenny halfway, swinging his legs so he was off the red heads lap but didn't let go of his hands.
"Sorry." He apologized even though the smirk on his face and the husky tone of his voice said he was anything but sorry.
"Why are you doing this?" Kyle whimpered.
"Because I like you." He stated simply, leaning down and nibbling on the scarlet ear.
"No you don't." Kyle said, heart heavy. He wasn't stupid. He knew it was the beer talking. "Your drunk Kenny, that's all it is."
"Maybe the alcohol just gave me confidence." Kenny whispered, biting Kyle's bottom lip.
"Than tell me tomorrow." Kyle whispered with a sad smile. "Tell me when you're sober, no invitation required."
Kenny didn't say anything buy he did loosen his grip, allowing Kyle to pull his hands free.
The ginger haired boy lay down, pulling his blankets up. "And don't molest Bebe ken."
"She's not what I'm after." Kenny stated, catching Kyle's face and locking lips with his red haired friend. Kyle's mind flat out blanked as he returned it, kiss tasting of beer and Doritos. Kyle moaned as Kenny slid his hand up the Jews shirt.
"Ya'll are flat out faggots." A voice said next to the bed and Kyle paled, jerking away instantly. "Cartman!" The brown haired had sat up and was staring at them with un veiled disgust. After about thirty seconds he got to his feet, staggering his way out of the room.
"Don't worry." Kenny mumbled sleepily snuggling down into forest green bedding. "He drunk plenty. He wont remember nothing in the mornin'."
Kyle lay down, heart heavy. 'neither will you' he thought sadly. After all, this wasn't the first time this had happened.
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