A/N: Here is the 7th chapter of one of the best ideas of my life. Lol. And I'm sorry it's taken me so long to update. I had to get tests at the hospital and they just made me exhausted.
I'd also like to point out my school system goes K-6 is elementary school, 7-9 is junior high, and 10-12 is high school.
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The Best Times of Life; Chapter 7
Normal POV
The school year flew by. It seemed it was Halloween in no time, then they were opening gifts under a tree(excluding Kyle and his family.), and in a blink of an eye it was the end of the year. It was fun for most but too fast for others enjoyment. The only thing that noticeably changed were some of the children were building bigger bonds with their friends as to not lose them in the junior high school. Kyle and Stan promised each other everyday that they wouldn't lose their friendship. Butters and Cartman started hanging out alone, which they all found a bit awkward. Although South Park being the small town it was, it was unlikely to lose their friends.
But the children didn't know what to expect. This may have frightened them or they may not have cared at all. They all shared one common thought though, it was technically their last summer as kids. They'd be in the junior high next year and would be expected to act better, more mature. They were going to try to have the best summer they could. Most wanted to make as many memories as possible, just in case they did drift away from a friend.
They made plans the last few weeks of school. Lists and mental notes were taken by many of the children. Excitement for summer. Stan, Kyle, Kenny, Cartman, Butters, and Tiffany walked home from school together. It was the last time any of them would walk from elementary school as children. They did not want to rush home and throw their stuff down.
They wanted to go sit somewhere together. They wanted to hangout. No more playing, not as many games, not as much fun. Innocent children fun that is. They weren't ready to give that up yet. They wanted to hold onto the innocence a bit longer. Their children innocence that kept them out of some trouble.
They made their way to a hill top not far from the center of South Park. They stripped themselves of their school bags and sat on the soft green grass, the sunshine bearing down on them. They looked around at each other and sighed. A silent sigh that was a promise to make this summer one of the best of their lifetimes.
Stan knew he was going to be in the normal classes with Kenny, Cartman, and Butters. Kyle was going to be in the more advanced classes. He was too smart for his own good. But that was something they all secretly admired since they had a private tutor. He really wouldn't flaunt it off to any of them, just get upset sometimes when he felt used.
This made him very sad, hopefully Kyle would decide to stay in the normal classes with them. By luck they would all have classes together again, but the chances of that were slim to none. Deep down they all secretly desired this security they felt with each other. They needed each other. They all glanced at one another for a few minutes, not saying a word, and not questioning why the other was looking.
As time went on so did the talk of childhood memories, things to laugh at. Third and Fourth grade had been their by far favorite years. Tiffany could not believe the things her Kenny had been through. But she also couldn't believe how much the boys did for their town. But as the sun was beginning to set and talking about past memories became boring, Tiffany and Kenny said their byes and left holding hands without a word.
Kyle's POV
Tiffany's and Kenny's relationship was almost to disgusting to watch. They were so lovely dovey. I can't believe he got the hottest girl in the grade. As soon as they walked away I looked over at Butters and Stan, I tried to ignore Cartman. But that was kind of hard when he liked to talk.
"Oh thank god they're gone. I couldn't watch that another minute." Cartman scoffed and rolled his eyes. He would do and say something like that. He didn't care about his own friends happiness. I mean it bugged us to watch it all the time too but we were nice about it.
"Leave them be fatass." Stan had slight attitude in his voice. I guess it bothered him for Cartman to say something like that. I can see why but we all knew he really wouldn't care.
"I don't want to sit here and watch that." Cartman shot back. "I don't need to watch Kenny slowly seduce his girlfriend." He crossed his arms.
"Well Eric, I think it's only fair that we support him since he's our friend." Butters began playing with his hands.
"Ugh, don't be so gay Butters." It's like he was trying to brainwash Butters into acting like him. The last thing we needed was for sweet innocent Butters to act like the fatass sadistic asshole.
"S-sorry Eric. I was just saying." He made Butters shift uncomfortably. I don't understand why Butters would be friends with someone that made him feel pressured, that he had to do everything he wanted.
"Don't apologize Butters. You're right. We should be supporting him." I wanted to let him know that he could have his own opinions. Cartman wasn't going to erase that from his mind.
"Ay stupid Jew! If I wasn't supporting him don't you think I would've said something while they were sitting here?" Cartman glared at me and I glared back. I hate him more and more every day.
"Okay, so you waited till they were gone but you don't see us complaining. Just drop it." I was getting more aggrivated with every sentence that came out of his mouth.
"Guys will you just quit it?" Stan sighed out his sentence. I guess they really didn't want to hear me and Cartman get into it.
"Sorry Stan." I look at him shyly. I always do. I feel so nervous when I look at him, but I don't let him know that, and I never would.
"Don't worry about it." Stan reached out to place his arm on my shoulder. I smiled softly, earning a beautiful smile back.
"You guys are so queer." Cartman laughed at us. He said the most unnecessary comments.
"Shut up fatfuck!" I pointed my finger towards him. He had the nerve to sit there and say something about Kenny and Tiffany, and now about me and Stan? He had such nerve. I hated him!
"Don't call me fat Jew boy!" Cartman moved closer as he yelled the words.
"I hate you so much!" I clenched my fists in frustration.
"Oh boohoo. That makes me soooo sad." He fake sniffled and rubbed his fingers under his eyes to catch fake tears.
I let out a growl of frustration. He knew how to piss me off. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Butters looking around anxiously and Stan clenching the bridge of his nose, eyes clenched shut. Stan was so fucking cute even when he didn't try to be. Anything he did could be an immediate distraction to me.
I was about to open my mouth to say something else when surprisingly, Butters interupted.
"I don't think we should be fighting this way guys." He looked at Cartman, who I knew he was mainly directing it towards. How Butters could like the fatass I will truly never figure out. It's like he was possessed by something. But if you said that to anyone else in our grade, they'd see where you were coming from, but Cartman and Butters.
Cartman let out a deep sigh and glanced at Butters. He could see us arguing was making him antsy. And I think he actually felt bad for someone? Cause he just waved his hand in dismissal at me and looked at Butters.
"I'm gonna go sit over there and not be bother by the Jew for a few minutes." Cartman pointed in a different direction. I tried to ignore the Jew comment. I just was quiet as he walked away about 30 feet, sitting down with force. We looked at Butters who twitched as he began to chase after Cartman to sit next to him. Cartman placed his arm around Butters' shoulder when he sat next to him.
I looked at Stan quizzically but got the same look back. Since when did Cartman do that stuff? Butters shifted closer to him, but it didn't seem to bug Cartman. Was he unaware that we could see what they were doing? God the fatass was so fucking stupid.
"What is he doing?" Stan just stared, the confused expression on his face deepening.
"I don't know." But it was at that moment I realized what he was doing. He was supporting Butters liking him. He was trying to make him happy? That seemed like a very non Cartman thing to do. There had to be something behind it I just didn't know what yet.
"Let's just keep an eye on him." I suggest looking at Butters' back. He looked so relaxed. More than I'd ever seen him. I really did not understand what he saw in the fat fuck.
"Yeah." He spoke slowly. I assumed he was doing what I was. And so we sat there, staring at them for a few minutes.
I saw something that I didn't think I'd see at all. Butters actually kissed Cartman's cheek! He didn't move away or say any loud rude things to him either.
I looked back at Stan who's jaw was dropped.
"Stan look away just in case one of them looks back." I continued to look at his face, which slowly turned to face me.
"D-did I really just see that?" Stan was stumbling over his words. I nodded. He shook his head.
"He's gonna hurt Butters." Stan seemed more angry than anything now. We all knew Butters couldn't really protect himself.
"He might not?" It definitely came out as a question even though I intended it to be a statement. Stan's face to it though was priceless. I think the shock of me saying that Cartman could be remotely nice beat the fact of what we just saw.
"It's Cartman!" He whispered loudly at me. "You know he's going to twist this in some sick way for his own enjoyment! Look what he already put Butters through!" He was getting a bit louder but controlled his tone due to them not being very far away.
"You never know." I shrugged. It was still a bit shocking to even think about. But then I realized something.
"Don't you love how he called us queer cause you put your arm on me as a friendly gesture? And look at him over there." Stan crossed his arms and gave me that look.
"Okay, I see your point. He might hurt him." I rolled my eyes. Honestly, I just wanted to leave but I don't think Stan wanted to leave Butters alone with Cartman, even though they did hang out alone.
"It's getting cold, let's go home." Stan glanced at Cartman and Butters. I sighed.
"I'll get them." I again rolled my eyes as I made my way over.
Stan's POV
I still can't believe he even suggest the smallest thought that Cartman could be nice. Everything about him was a selfish need. Everything he did satisfying him in some way. Sometimes he made me so pissed. And what was thinking holding him and letting him kiss his cheek? They were no where near as close as me and Kyle. That's why it was fine for us. Yeah keep telling yourself that Stan.
"Come on Butters, fatass." I heard Kyle talk loudly to them basically ten feet away from them.
"Ay! Shut up asshole!" Cartman yelled and instantly removed his arm from around Butters. It had to be the only thing I've ever seen him move that fast for.
"Yeah whatever fag." Kyle giggled as he turned around to walk back in my direction. He had a huge smile on his face. And for once Cartman didn't say anything. They all made there way over to me in a matter of seconds.
"Where are we going?" Butters looked at me and Kyle with a curious face.
"I guess we'll go to my house." My house was the best option. Cartman's mom babied him too much, Butters' parents were a bit out there, and as much as I loved Kyle's parents, his mom was still a bitch.
"Alright let's go." Kyle for some reason now took the lead. I chuckled as I followed closely behind him, staying a good ten feet in front of Cartman and Butters the whole way to my house.
As soon as we got in my house we were greeted with something along the lines of what I expected.
"Hey Stan! Hey Boys!" My dad was very perky. And for reasons I'm not sure I wanted to know, he was only in his boxers.
"Ugh! Put some clothes on dad!" It was a bit embarrassing, but not the worst state they have seen my dad in. What made everything worse, and probably scarred me for life, was that my mom walked downstairs just as perky in only her bra and underwear. I closed my eyes.
"Aw-awww!" I put my hand on my face, and I could feel myself heating up.
"Stanley!" I heard her yell and I heard footsteps running up the steps.
"Well we know why they're so happy." Cartman mumbled so only we could hear.
"Fuck you Cartman!" I yelled at him. "Dad please go with her and get dressed!" My voice came out a bit desperate but I mean come on? Why wouldn't I have desperately wanted them to put clothes on?
"Can't a man live a little?" My dad pouted as he walked as slow as he possibly could up the steps. As soon as he was out of hearing range I turned to Cartman, pretty pissed that he had put the image that I was trying to not think of into my head.
"I'm surprised you don't see your mom in nothing all day. She is the biggest slut in town." I smirked slightly knowing that it would strike a nerve.
"You know what? Screw you guys! I'm going home." He pointed to the door as he approached it. He glanced back at Butters.
"I'll see you later Butters." He smiled at him. And it actually looked genuine. Damn, there were just many surprising things happening. I will never forget this day. What could make it more unforgettable? I might regret that question later.
The door opened and closed as he left. I didn't know what me, Kyle, and Butters were going to do but it was the first day of summer so we had to at least have something entertaining in mind.
"Let's just stay down here." I cringed as I thought about what my parents were possibly doing upstairs. Damn Cartman and the images he put in my mind.
"What do you wanna do?" Kyle looked at me. I really couldn't think.
"Let's watch tv till we figure something out." I shrugged and made my way over to the couch, them close behind me. It made things a bit more awkward with Butters here but he is our friend too.
I sat by the arm of the couch, Kyle sitting next to me. Maybe a bit closer than he intended because our thighs were touching. I didn't want to make a big deal of it but he was already making my leg feel like fire. Good things guys didn't turn me on. That would've sucked ass and made this bit of awkwardness worse. At least if it was just Kyle I could lie and say it was Wendy I was thinking about, but I wouldn't even want to have the conversation in front of Butters.
I turned the tv on and put on Terrance & Phillip. That would distract them. But not me.
The whole 20 minutes that were left of the episode all I could think about was Kyle's fucking leg! He would shift every once in a while causing butterflies to shoot through my stomach. I never felt that around him before, but it could be because we haven't been this close for a while.
By the end of the episode my parents came back downstairs. My mom really giggly and my dad practically glowing. Did they really have to while there were kids here? Sick.
"Would you boys like me to order some pizza?" My mom looked at the three of us. I also noticed her glancing at mine and Kyle's legs. I jumped up.
"I'll do it!" It came out squeaky. But I didn't bother to stop as I made my way to our phone. It only took me a minute to order the pizza but it gave me enough time to slightly calm down. When I came back in the living room Kyle and Butters were talking lowly to each other.
I glanced at them suspiciously. But I didn't want to say anything. Kyle would tell me later.
"Thirty minutes till it's here." I stood in front of the couch.
"Cool dude. Did you get pepperoni?" Kyle looked at me hopeful.
"Yeah, of course." I smiled at him which got me one in return. His teeth were so bright. He had such an amazing smile.
"Randy stop it!" My mom laughed in a different room. That made me not want to be down here at all.
"Let's go upstairs till it get's here though." I made a slightly disgusted face. They quickly realized why.
When we got in my room we all sat on my floor. And considering I didn't know when we would have time alone with Butters again, I wanted to ask him exactly what was up with him and Cartman the past like year. I let there be a moment of silence to not seem too persistent though.
"Hey Butters?" I tried to sound just curious and innocent.
"Yeah Stan?" He looked at me with a smile on his face and the glow that made him even more adorable in everyone's eyes.
"What is actually going on with you and Cartman?" Yeah. So I made it more blunt. But he had some explaining to do.
"Well we are just good friends." His smile brightened like 5 times what it was before.
"I think he means what we saw earlier." Kyle sounded so sincere with everything he said, to anyone but Cartman.
"I just gave him a kiss on the cheek. Friends can do that." He sounded a bit confused still.
"Have you guys talked about you liking him since Wendy's party?" I felt like I was interrogating him now.
"Yeah. We talk about it all the time. He hasn't said anything bad. He gave me permission to kiss his cheek or even him when I want. Just not in public." His eyes went wide and he covered his mouth with his hands. He pulled them away and looked at us frantically.
"Please don't say anything. I wasn't supposed to say anything." He looked scared. What would Cartman do? But I guess if Kyle were in the same position as him, he'd be just as worried.
"We won't Butters. Promise." Kyle looked at him. You could tell Kyle was telling the truth. Well at least I could. It'd be hard for him to bite his tongue I know it.
And that was when it actually hit me. Butters and Cartman kiss?
"Just answer this, how much do you guys kiss?" I needed to know this and I'm sure Kyle wanted to know just as bad. Yeah this day is definitely unforgettable.
"Well whenever I want to." He started playing with his hands and stared at the ground. "We kiss a lot when nobody's around. He confuses me." He looked at me with sad eyes. He liked him and I just really can't understand it. At all. Butters was so sweet that he could probably get a lot of girls in the junior high school, or he'd be the kid that was looked at as a flaming faggot.
But Cartman letting Butters kiss him all the time made no sense to me. Cartman was straight. It's not like I would let Kyle kiss me on the lips as much as he wanted. Even though they were really soft. No! Stop it now Stan! Concentrate on what you guys were talking about.
"I'm sorry. Just don't get more caught up in him. Okay? I don't want him to hurt you. More than he has before." The last part came out whispered as it was intended. I was the only one that knew what I said, even though I knew Kyle was thinking probably most of what I was thinking.
"I'm trying but sometimes even he kisses me first." His face forehead creased in stress. I felt so bad for him.
"If he kisses you first I think he might have some feelings towards you." Kyle surprised me by saying that. Then I realized that I've kissed him once first. I hope he didn't think that about me. It just so happened to be that we glanced at each other at the same time. He nodded once. I guess that was my sign that we weren't going to bring up what I did, just like we had made the deal.
"I hope so. But he wouldn't be my," He shifted his eyes and took a deep breath, "boyfriend." He let out with a sigh. I guess he was still a little uncomfortable with the thought. Or that his parents might send him to that camp again. His parents were just as bad as Kyle's mom, if not worse.
"Just be careful." That was all Kyle could say. That's all I would've managed too.
"Thanks you guys for caring so much." He gave us a heartfelt smile. I knew Kyle returned it to him like I did.
We turned on my tv and played my Playstation 3 for the remainder of the time. As soon as the pizza came we ate quickly. Butters called his parents to check in. But he came back with a sad face to explain that he was grounded for not calling them and that he had to go home immediately.
I felt so bad for him. Kyle did too. But as we sat there in my room, still playing Playstation, I paused the game and looked over at him. My thoughts were bugging me.
"I know we agreed to never bring it up but this is bothering me. Do you think I like you?" He looked at me shocked and turning red.
"Do you want the honest answer?" Of course I would. I don't know why he'd ask that. I nodded.
"I just hope you do." He dropped his head, looking at the ground. His face was heating up fast and I felt bad.
"Well I'm just letting you know that I might not." I felt bad for this, but I could at least do something.
"I know." He sounded so sad.
"But if friends can kiss on the cheek and it mean nothing, why can't they kiss and it mean nothing if we both know it doesn't for me?" Way to make yourself seem gay or bi there homo! He's gonna think I like him. These were the moments I wished I could turn back time.
"I-if that's okay with you, it's fine with me." He got a small smile on his face. I knew he realized I was doing what Cartman was doing. But I leaned over and placed a small kiss on his lips. As I pulled away he looked into my eyes and leaned in for another quick one.
To avoid awkwardness I pressed pause again, letting the game start back up. This was definitely going to be a day that would never leave my mind. But did I really want to make him happy or kiss him myself?
Normal POV
The boys played Playstation the rest of the night. Unknown to anyone but them, they had shared more kisses throughout the rest of the evening Kyle was there. Stan acted like he didn't remember the number, when in reality he was more precise than Kyle. Eight total. And he didn't want to take one of them back. But now he couldn't think Cartman as a queer in the least. But the one thing they both knew was that it was going to be one interesting summer.
A/N: Wow. I was actually in the word range I thought It'd be. And I know It should be T.V. But if I did do that, the word after it would've been capitalized and fucked it all up. This wasn't the best chapter, but I hope you enjoyed it! PLEASE REVIEW! XD