AN:/Hello! So I'm watching South Park right now, quite ironic! c: Watching the very first episode too, laughing my fucking ass off. Thank god for Netflix! I also just finished the episode "Cartman Finds Love" (Season 16, Episode 7) I cried. I legit cried. Fuck, why can't Kyman be real? /3 Well, enjoy!
Chapter 6
I pull myself up the hill through the snow to the bus stop where Stan and Kenny are already waiting for me.
"Hey Stan, hey Kenny," I wave and stand next to Stan.
"Hey Kyle!" Stan said with his undying enthusiasm. Kenny just waves. Kenny doesn't talk much, and if he does he usually mumbles to the point where you can barely hear him.
"AH CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE THIS!" Cartman storms up to the bus stop and stands next to me.
"What's wrong with you this time?" Kenny mumbles. If anyone, Kenny is actually the closest to Cartman. Me and Stan wonder why, but we think its because he's sympathetic for him.
"Ohn mah way to skewl, Clyde Donavin called me a fat ass!" He stomped his feet. I tilt my head over to Stan and we both start chuckling. I stretch my arms out around my body, mocking his obesity.
"Some one cahlled meh fat!" I whisper and pull of a ridiculous face. Stan practically collapses on the ground laughing.
"FUCK YOU KAHL!" Cartman swings his arm and punches me in the shoulder. I can't help but keep laughing over the pain. Just then, the bus pulls up to the curb. They doors swing open to reveal the nasty, bitchy bus driver. I sit down towards the back of the bus, and to my surprise, Cartman plops down right next to me.
"Why aren't you next to Kenny or someone, fat ass?" I growl at him. He looks over at me with tears welling in his eyes. Suddenly, he buries his face in my orange jacket, and begins sobbing. I look over at Stan who is just as surprised, but just shrugs his shoulders. I awkwardly pat Cartman's back.
Even if Cartman was gay, he wouldn't love me...right?
I toss repeatedly on the hard mattress. Why? Of all people, why did I have to fall for Cartman? Am I desperate? Have I gone insane? I've been thinking about Cartman more than anything or anyone else. I sit up and hold my head in my hands. I've lost it. I crawl to the edge of the mattress to the small window. I rest on head on the window sill while I bring my knees to my chest and wrap my arms around my legs. I observe the camp and sigh. My eyes immediately latch onto something.
Cartman patrols the camp ground slowly. Again, I can't help but admire his amazing posture. I have to admit, Cartman looks good in uniform. The only thing that bugs me is the swastika band on his arm. Otherwise, he's incredible attractive. He's gotten remarkably thinner. Dammit, why am I so attracted to him? Cartman looks left, right, then left and starts walking over to a dark little section of the camp. Suspicious. What is he doing? I follow his every move. Cartman stops and checks to see if the coast is clear once more. He dips down into what I think is his pants pocket and pulls something out. What is that? He starts shaking it around
Wait a minute.
He didn't dip into his pants pocket. He dipped into his pants.
Oh my god!
I can't pry my eyes away as I watch him masturbate. Oh my god! Why am I watching this? Why is he masturbating? Suddenly, I feel an erection grow. No! Holy shit! I can't take it. This is turning me on way too bad. I slide my hand down to my throbbing boner. I wrap my hand around my length and begin pumping, watching Cartman the entire time.
In the morning, after breakfast, we are able to sit at little wooden tables instead of going straight to the work fields. This is due to a "special occasion" today. About five or so boxcars appear at the gates. Great. More Jews.
"I hope they didn't capture more innocent Christians again.." a sickly thin man sighs.
"What do you mean?" I can't help but ask the stranger. My voice is strange to me, I haven't heard it much at all.
"Well, I'm not Jewish. I'm Christian. My family is a little poor, and they assume because you're poor, you must be Jewish.." the man shakes his head. Racist, judgmental bastards these Nazis are. We all examine some of the Jews as they exit out of the boxcars. We are forced to listen to the same speech from when we first arrived as well. And of course, four people killed within the first ten minutes. The officers force us back into our quarters.
"Better get to your beds before the newcomers steal them!" The officer shouts. I sprawl up to my bed and stare out my window, observing as the newcomers come outside an out shack in their new, torn clothing. Then, they are forced to the tattooing room. Their screams are painful to listen to and impossible to ignore. Then, they are sent to the small table in which they receive their first, and only bowls. I loose interest in watching them after a while.
Soon enough, some of the men are piling into our Quarters. Some manage to find empty mattresses, while others have to bunk with people. When I first got here, me and Nats managed to find out own mattress.
Nats.
I miss Nats. I remember when we first met in the boxcar. He helped me. He told me how to survive. I trusted him. He was my only friend in this entire camp. And then the "choosing" happened. And he was killed, right before my eyes. All he wanted was to be liberated. In honor of him, I need to be liberated. Its the least that I can do, in honor of Nats. Nats didn't need to die though...Cartman killed him..
Cartman. Why didn't he just kill me? Why did he save me? Why did he kiss me? Why didn't he turn me in when I tried to run? Why was he masturbating last night? Why am I in love with that Nazi bastard!?
"Hey uh...can I bunk with you please?.." A gentle, quiet voice asks. I don't bother to look away from the window. I don't want to have to share a mattress. I prefer being alone.
"Sure.." I choke.
"T-thanks," the quiet voice stutters. For some reason, this voice sounds familiar, but I don't care enough to look as I feel the bed sink next to me as he climbs up. I can feel his eyes fixated on mine. "Wait...Kyle?" my heart stops dead in its tracks. I fling my head around at look at the terrified boy. Holy shit.
Its Kenny. Kenny McCormick.