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I feel like an idiot. I just spent the past half hour arguing with my mom because I forgot to take my insulin. She wanted to take me to the hospital at all costs, but I feel fine now and I really don't have any time to waste: I have to figure what song I'll dance to for my shift tonight. I also have to go rummage through the New Jersey box in my mom's closet: I have spotted some clothes that I could wear to work in there until I get a chance to go to Denver for some my shopping. I'm not going to go shopping for girl's outfits in Park County: that would be begging to get caught.
I feel kind of dumb for forgetting about my injections, but then again I was running on a little more than a mere hour of sleep. By the time I got home after my shift, I was five thousand dollars richer and it was four o'clock in the morning. I immediately took a shower realizing that I will also need to invest in make-up remover. By the time I went to bed, it was four thirty and I woke up at six.
Despite the fact that I'm exhausted, I really enjoy working at Vatican. My colleagues are awesome, except for Annie of course. I still can't help but feel bad for her: it must have been tough to see the man you have a crush on go for the new girl on her first night. She must have truly felt humiliated beyond belief.
Last night was fascinating to say the least: I found out that Eric Cartman is in love with me as Kyle and that he's very attracted to me as Ivy. He kissed my hand twice, told me he wanted to fuck the hell out of me, I kissed his hand once, he kissed my forehead as he left the lounge and that he turns me on tremendously. I also discovered that he torments me because it's his way of expressing love. That or he is embarrassed about being gay, or bisexual. It might be another reason all together, who knows? Anything is possible with him. He did just rush me home and saved my life after all. Who would have thought that Cartman had a sweet side?
It was thrilling to be in control for a bit last night: I've always loved to give him a taste of his own medicine. There were a few instances where I thought he figured out who I really am and one instance where I almost blew my cover entirely when I said I attracted fat sadistic Nazis, but thank goodness I was able to think fast enough to make a full recovery.
I finally convince my mother that I don't need to go to the hospital, but she makes me swear not to mention anything to Ike or to my dad: my dad would flip out and Ike may spill him the beans just to spite me. I thank her for respecting my choice and let her know that I'm going upstairs in my room to rest. Now, I just need an opportunity to sneak back in my parent's closet to get more clothes from the New Jersey box.
As I go up the stairs, the home telephone rings and my mom answers it: I didn't think that the opportunity would come so quickly. I decide to take everything there is in the box. With a little bit of luck, I'll find something appropriate. I also had to figure out a way to wash my clothes without my parents knowing and that was going to be tough because my mom was almost always home. I guess I could take my stuff to the Laundromat.
I swiftly make it back to my room and take a good look at my plunder: for tonight, I pick a silver top with a choker neckline and an asymmetrical ruffled black lace skirt which is mid-thigh length on the right side and then mid-calf length on the left side. I will definitely need to go to Denver soon because other than the green dress I wore yesterday and the top and skirt I'll wear tonight, there's not much to pick from.
Since I'm a terrible dancer, I figure it would be best if I pick a song that I can just wiggle and bounce my ass to. I could also throw in some shoulder movements. If the microphone stand is still there, I will most likely use it as a prop by swing it from left to right. I don't think I'm going to win tonight, but I didn't think I was going to win yesterday either. Besides, another five thousand bucks wouldn't hurt, right?
After listening to many songs, I end up picking Temptation waits by Garbage: it's a good song and I look sexy dancing to it. I look even sexier if I lip sync to it. If I look sexy enough, the audience may vote for me based on that. I wonder if Eric will be there tonight too. I really hope he comes because I want to see him again.
I think the way he reacted to my hyperglycemic state confirms that I'm his special boy. His eyes were as red and as puffy as my mom's. If he ever finds out that I'm Ivy, he would surely slit my throat. If my parents ever find out that I am gay who recently discovered dressing in drags is fun and that I sneak out at night to go work as a shot girl, they would kill me. If my mom ever finds out I dress in the same clothes she used to wear when she went out drinking, she'd probably have a stroke. I'm in deep shit, but what choice do I have now?
I hear the garage door open: my dad is arriving. I take the feminine clothes off and change back into jeans and a t-shirt, making sure that my mom's clothes are well hidden under my bed. I pull out some school books and spread them on my desk and I make sure that the stupid law book that my dad brought for me has a bookmark in it: if I play their game, my parents will get off my back which means they'll never suspect my secret.
There is a knock on my bedroom's door.
"Come in" I say loudly.
"Kyle? Can you please come downstairs? Your mother and I need to speak with you. It's important." My father requests, his head peeking into my room.
What did I do wrong now? In any case, I get up and follow my dad downstairs and enter the living room and finding my mom and my brother already sitting down on the couch.
"Have a seat Kyle" My mother says as she pats the couch cushion beside her, indicating me to sit down.
I comply as my father takes a seat on his armchair.
"What's going on?" I ask, truly concerned.
"Oh! Boys! Something terrible has happened to your aunt Rachel. She was in a very bad car accident and she's currently at the hospital with a broken hip." My mother replies in tears.
"Boys, your mother and I were talking about it and we decided to go to Connecticut with Ike. Kyle, since you're sixteen and have a driver's license, you can stay behind. We're going to take care of your aunt Rachel as she needs all the love and support she can get." My father explains.
"What? That's bullshit" Ike yells.
"Ike, your aunt really needs our help and your cousin Kyle is devastated." My mom says sweetly.
"When did you find out? And how long will you be gone for?" I finally ask.
"This afternoon, Rachel's co-worker called me a little earlier. We'll be gone at least three months, probably longer: a hip injury is not a joke and she'll have to learn how to walk again." My mom answers.
"But Kyle, I trust you to remember your insulin everyday! We will also speak on the telephone every day, is that understood?" She continues.
"Yes." I reply, looking down at the floor.
"Very well! Kyle, we will wire you money every week so that you may buy yourself groceries. We also need you to take the time to pay the bills. We will give you the keys to your mom's car, but you have to be extremely cautious when you drive." My father continues.
Ike looks pissed off and I don't blame him: Connecticut sucks ass. I have to try very hard to hide my excitement. I will have peace for three months at the least: I'll be able to get ready for work in my own house and drive to it too! I can go to Denver and purchase more clothing. This is the best news I've had in a very long time. Sure, I feel bad for Aunt Rachel: she is the unluckiest person in the world. I'm so happy that my parents are flying there instead of bringing my cousin Kyle in: apparently, my cousin thinks South Park is a town full of morons. He has a point, but who cares?
"When are we leaving for that shit place?" Ike asks.
Ike got the short hand of the stick for once. Finally, things are going my way.
"Young man, watch your language!" My mother interjects.
"The flight will be tomorrow at two in the afternoon. Your mother already purchased the tickets and Kyle will drive us to the airport. Now Ike, go pack your luggage." My father replies.
My brother gets up, clearly pissed off and stomps up the stairs to do what my father requested.
"Sheila, we should go do the same. Oh, and Kyle, if there's anything, and I mean anything at all, you let us know right away. If one night you're planning to sleep over at Stan's or any of your friends house, you tell us so that we don't freak out if you're unreachable." My father says.
"Don't worry daddy, it makes total sense but please do the same, OK?" I reply with the most innocent, caring voice I can.
He nods at me before making his way upstairs to pack.
It's eleven thirty as I walk into Vatican and make my way to the employee's locker room. The past twenty four hours truly were full of surprises: between my shift last night, Cartman saving my life and my parents leaving tomorrow, I just have a lot on my mind. It's a lot of stuff to process.
As I take my jacket off and throw my back pack into my empty locker, I notice Annie walking in. She glares and me for a few seconds before opening her locker and putting her belongings inside of it. She doesn't say hello to me, which I don't give a shit about, but she did mutter something about making me pay which could be a potential concern, but what is she going to do? Bitch slap me until I die? I let out a sigh and make my way to the lounge. I'm here to make money; I'm not here to make friends.
Behind the bar, Lola straps in my two bottles: Jack Daniel's for and Captain Morgan, both of them for eight bucks a pop. I start going from table to table and eventually spot Cartman: he's got a front row table to the dance floor and is looking at couples slow dancing to a ballad. He's wearing a trim red sweater with a black shirt underneath. I would have never guessed him to be so stylish outside of school. I make my way to him and lightly tap his shoulder.
"Good evening Eric." I say with a smile "would you like to buy some rum or some whiskey?" I ask.
As he turns his mysterious golden eyes to me, I notice his face light up and a smile drawing itself on his face.
"I'll have 2 Jacks, and so will you." He says pulling a fifty out. He tells me to keep the change.
I sit down and pour our drinks. Cartman grabs his glass and asks me what we will drink to. I raise my glass and take a moment to reflect. I want to drink to my parents being away from me for three months. I want to drink to finally doing something about taking control of my destiny. I want to drink to the man that saved my life earlier in the day. There are many things that I am grateful today, but I settle on my personal Hero.
"To you." I finally say my glass still in the air.
"To me? I'll drink to me any day!" He declares with a smirk on his face, as he clinks his glass to mine.
Of course you would, fat ass. That thought made me chuckle a bit.
"Why are we drinking to me?" He smugly asks after taking dipping his lips in his drink.
"You blew quite a huge sum of money on me last night. Thank you."I reply, feeling a blush rising in my cheeks as I extent my hand at him, which he takes.
"I figured someone willing to spend so much money on a girl would just pay a prostitute and get a lot more out of it." I continue saying, looking at Eric in the eyes.
His eyes grew suddenly dark and he was now glaring at me. He is squeezing my hand really hard right now. What is wrong with him?
"Why the fuck would I get a prostitute? I would rather never have sex again than fucking pay for it. Let me tell you a little something about men, my sweet little Ivy: something really messed up happens to our brains when we believe that we own someone and we turn into lurid monsters, akin to rapists in my book." He spits with venom in his voice.
He is actually scaring the living shit out of me. I quickly glance down at my hand and notice my finger tips are almost purple from Cartman's strong grab. Oh God! I'm an idiot: I forgot that his mom is a prostitute! I'm such a moron, why did I even have to bring it up? Why didn't I just thank him? I feel tears rising in my eyes, so I lower my glance. Cartman must have noticed because he released his grip from my aching hand and takes it to his mouth to plant a kiss on it.
"I'm so sorry Eric. I didn't want to insult you." I manage to say in a whimper, my watery eyes still lowered.
Next thing I know, Eric is next to me and he lowers himself down, embracing me and leaving small pecks on my neck. Oh God! He smells so good and I feel like I'm in heaven.
"Shhhh. I'm the one who's sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. I don't ever want to hurt you." He whispers in my ear.
His words are sweet music to my ears; his touch is like crack-cocaine. I feel like I'm on a cloud and all I want to do is take his face and put my lips to his. Thank God for ruffled skirts for they hide boners perfectly.
When Cartman releases me from his warm and sweet embrace, he takes my hand that he squished and looks at it meticulously before kissing it once more. He takes his seat back and downs his whiskey in one shot. I also do the same.
We stare at each other in silence for a few moments before Ashley walks up on the stage and greets everyone in the room. The dance competition is about to start.
"It looks like it's my cue to go. God help me" I say immediately downing my second whiskey as I get up.
"I'm looking forward to watching you dance" Cartman tells me.
"You will regret these words, Eric. I am a terrible dancer." I admit as I chuckle and turn away towards the bar with our empty glasses on the tray.
As I absentmindedly watch Mia dance on stage, I can't help but think of what just happened between Eric and me. How could I have been so oblivious and so insensitive? I make a huge fuss whenever he rips on Jews and then forget how many times I have downright insulted him and his mom. The worst part in all of this is that Liane is a really sweet woman. Now that I think about it, it was Stan, Kenny and I that started ripping on Cartman before he ever bullied us back. I feel like such a douche bag when I think that I was a participant into making him the way he is.
I have focused so little on the dance competition that when Mia walked off the stage and my name was called, it took me a moment to register that it was actually my turn. Other than Mia, I don't even remember who danced yet and who is still up, I got no clue what song they danced to or how well they did. All I know is that I feel like a scumbag and that my knees are flinching a little bit because of the whiskey as I walk to the stage.
As I turn to the audience, I see the microphone stand is still in front of the podium, which means I'll have my prop. I look around at the crowd as the music begins and I look at Cartman. He's smiling at me. I feel my self-confidence take a boost: good! I needed that. As my body starts moving to the beat, I decide that since last night I sang for Cartman, tonight I will dance for him.
You come on like a drug, I just can't get enough.
I picked the song very well: it's how I feel about Cartman. And as I dance, swaying my body right and left of the microphone stand I'm holding, I can see him looking at me with the same devious eyes as yesterday. I doubt I'll win tonight, but it doesn't matter: he gave me the look and that's all I can ask for right now. If three days ago someone told me I'd develop a massive crush on him, I would have laughed myself to death.
And there's so much at stake, I can't afford to waste
I never needed anybody like this before.
My dance is over and the crowd is screaming and clapping. I guess they don't mind how uncoordinated I am as long as I shake my booty.
It turns out that I was the last dancer tonight. The vote started as I walked off stage making my way back to the bar.
"Alright ladies and gentlemen, take out your cards. Blue is for Christa, black is for Chastity, red is for Annie, white is for Mia and green is for Ivy. Please choose your winner!" Ashley exclaims.
It's tighter than yesterday, but I win again. I just don't understand, but I'll take it. I glance over to Eric's table and it's empty. My heart sinks a little: he could have at least said goodbye to me prior to leaving. The bid commences as I walk back to the stage. If Cartman doesn't win me, I really don't care who does: all I'll have to do is dance once with them and then pretend to enjoy their company. The bid is now at two thousand bucks, which isn't as much as last night, but still is quite a lot of money.
"Three thousand." Says someone that I can't see
"Four thousand." Says the old pervert looking dude from yesterday.
The crowd goes silent. Ashley is about to call the bid winner, when another voice is heard.
"Five thousand" Says a familiar voice.
The crowd gasps in shock. I look up and see the owner of the familiar voice. No way!
"Five thousand once, five thousand twice, five thousand trice! Congratulations! You may come get her."
It was Cartman. He makes his way to the stage, his right hand behind his back. As we come face to face, I see him pull his hand from behind his back and extend a white rose to me. I delicately take it from him and bring it to my nose to take a whiff.
"The aroma is so sweet and delicate. Thank you Eric" I say with a giant smile on my face.
"It's not as sweet and delicate as you. I'm sorry about before." He says before planting a kiss on my cheek.
Cartman turns to Ashley and gives her the money before gently taking my hand and leading me to the dance floor.
"You guys look so adorable! I picked the song for your first dance" Ashley announces.
When Crazy for you by Madonna starts playing, Eric pulls me in closer and my heart is doing somersaults in my chest. I pray to God I don't get hard. I look up and see Eric's gorgeous eyes firing golden sparks at me. I wish this moment could last forever.
"Are you sure you're not Jewish?" He says chuckling.
"Huh?" I reply a little confused.
"You weren't kidding when you said you are a terrible dancer: you have no coordination whatsoever." He says chuckling a little more.
"Yes. I'm Jewish." I reply, hoping he drops the whole anti-Semitic comments all together.
"I knew it!" He exclaims letting out a loud laugh
That stupid fat ass: he just had to ruin the moment, didn't he?
"It's OK Ivy: nobody's perfect." He tells me, once his laughter subsided.
If my eyes were guns, Cartman would be dead on the ground by now. I feel my face turning red out of anger. He's such an ass hole and I wish I could punch him in the face right now. What an unbelievable racist ass hat he can be.
"I tease you because you're just so pretty when you get mad." He whispers in my ear after leaning in.
My anger is gone and the butterflies are back. How the fuck does he manages to make me feel like this? Now I'm getting mad at myself for letting him affect me that much. Forget red; my face must be purple by now. I see his face lean towards mine. I see his delicious looking lips are getting dangerously close to mine. Dear God, please don't let me get a boner now. He rests them on mine. I close my eyes and all of a sudden, nothing matters anymore. Everything superfluous ceases to exist: the dance floor – Gone! My parent's plans for me – Gone! Vatican – Gone! All that remains is Cartman and me. I part my lips a little bit, hoping he decides to explore my mouth with his tongue a bit, but he pulls away.
When I open my eyes, I'm back to the real world. The crowd is clapping and Cartman is looking at me tenderly and I just feel so warm. This is more than a crush: I just figured out that I love him. Yes, he's a douche bag. Yes, he's a fat ass Nazi, but he's my fat ass Nazi! That thought makes me smile. I'm so happy I could die right now.
I glance towards the bar and all the girls are looking at me: Lola has a huge smile drawn on her face and nods in approval; Ashley is also smiling and giving me thumbs up; Mia, Christa and Chastity are clapping and cheering and Annie just glares.
Before I know it, it's three o'clock and Vatican is closing. Cartman kisses me after saying goodbye.
"Will you be back tomorrow night?" I ask, hoping he'd say yes.
"I'll be in Denver for business." He replies with a sad look on his face.
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