...I really wish I had done this story from someone's point of view. These adjectives and semicolons are killing me!
I took last week off to see if I could get some hits without updating. I did! What's the difference between hits and visitors anyway?
I hope you like this chapter. It ends a little strangely, but maybe you won't think so...maybe... Also, good news! I found out how to make those dividers! Why didn't you guys tell me? Lol, I'm joking.
Chapter 7: It Goes On
Kyle stood in front of his open locker. Homeroom was in twenty minutes, and he wanted to study before classes started. Kenny ran up to him, frantic. He grabbed Kyle by the shoulders and began shaking him.
"Kyle, you need to get the hell out of here!"
"What is now?" Kyle rolled his eyes and smiled, but stopped when he saw how serious Kenny was. "Kenny, what's wrong?"
"Do you what's going on?" Kyle waited for an answer. "Wendy saw you and Stan making out yesterday!"
"What?"
"Dude, everyone knows. Wendy just broke up with Stan, and he's looking for you. You're screwed!"
"Why is he angry at me?" Kyle questioned. "This is his fault too! Besides, how did Wendy see that? Was she- spying?"
"That's not important. You need to go hide or something. I saw Stan and he looked really mad."
"I'm going to my homeroom; I need to study." Kyle wasn't about to let Stan mess with his grades too.
"Then I'll study with you," Kenny offered, watching the halls.
"It's AP English," Kyle replied, giving Kenny a playful smirk.
"Yeah, don't rub it in."
The boys sat together in Kyle's homeroom, trying to study. Kenny looked around nervously. He hated teachers, but it would it have been nice to have one in the room. There were only a few students in the classroom, and most of them looked like they wouldn't try to break up a fight.
"-So then, that sentence is a lack of agreement- Kenny? What are you doing?" Kyle asked when he realized his friend hadn't been listening.
"Nothing." Kenny pretended to stretch, leaning to look out of the door. "Just looking around, making sure everything's in order- oh shit! Stan's coming, hide!"
Kyle panicked and ran to the front of the room and dove under the teacher's desk. Stan's head appeared through the door. He scanned the room until he saw Kenny. "Where's Kyle?"
"Good morning to you too." Kenny rolled his eyes. "What's wrong with you?"
"Don't act like you don't know! Where's Kyle?"
"Why don't you calm down before you talk to him?"
"I'll calm down when I'm done talking to him." Stan's eyes settled on the teacher's desk. Kyle's fingers were sticking out from the bottom. "Kyle, that's pathetic. Get up from under the desk." Kyle blushed, embarrassed. He rose from under the desk and some girls snickered as he brushed dust off of himself. "I need to talk to you." Stan headed out the door, looking back at Kyle, who soon followed.
Stan led him into a bathroom, the one no one ever went in. Damn. Both boys entered. The door shut behind Kyle, who was contemplating whether or not he should make a run for it. Before he could decide, Stan grabbed him by the arm. "I'm not going to hurt you or anything, calm down." Kyle relaxed.
"What are we doing in here?" Kyle looked up at his tall friend, unsure of his intentions. Stan hesitated, then leaned down and kissed him gingerly on the forehead.
"I just want you to be happy. That's all that matters." Kyle was shocked; he knew Stan cared about him, but he didn't think that he was that important.
"So, are we...together now?"
"Yes." Kyle almost fell over with extreme ecstasy. "But-" Kyle groaned. "Listen," Stan continued. "Wendy was my girlfriend. She's really upset and it wouldn't look very good if we just started openly dating. I mean, that's kind of cruel."
'Screw Wendy,' Kyle thought. But it was true; no one would support them if they suddenly came out like that. "Alright," he agreed. "So... what now?" He gave his new boyfriend a suggestive look, causing Stan to lean down again, as Kyle prepared for another kiss.
Suddenly, the door burst open, causing both boys to grab onto each other. Kenny and Cartman came through the door, already in the process of a heavy make out session. They quickly entered one of the bathroom stalls, causing Kyle to blush, remembering his experience with Kenny. The couple didn't even notice Kyle and Stan, who watched, stunned and horrified. When Cartman began to moan, they quickly retreated to the hallway.
Kenny broke the kiss. "What do you want me to do?" he asked.
"W-what?" Cartman's eyes widened. "Do you mean- in here? In the bathroom?" Kenny nodded.
"Yeah, why not?" Kenny began to back away from the larger boy, giving him an impatient look.
"Look Kenny, I've never done-anything like this before, and I really don't want my first time to be in a dirty bathroom stall." Cartman looked around the room. It seemed a lot filthier now that he wasn't distracted. "I'm actually kind of on the fence about this whole thing."
"Why?" Kenny crossed his arms, unsure of whether or not he wanted to hear the answer.
"Well... how many people have you been with?"
"Sexually?" Cartman held his breath, waiting for a large number. "About three." Kenny blushed, while Cartman looked at him, unsure of what to say.
"But- you're always talking about sex, and- what?" Cartman stuttered. This didn't make any sense. Kenny McCormick? Only three sexual partners?
"Well yeah, but a lot of sex doesn't mean with a lot of people. Between you and me, I did most of it with Bebe." Cartman suddenly hated Bebe even more than before.
"What's with all this sex in random places though?"
Kenny blushed again. "Any place is better than my house, right? But that's not important. The point is you don't deserve this. Sorry I brought you here."
"It's fine Kenny," Cartman assured, smiling down at his boyfriend. "But you know, as long as there's no sex going on in here, I have no problem with what we were doing."
"Then what are you waiting for?" Kenny reached forward and grabbed onto Cartman, beginning the kiss again.
Kyle sat in his fourth period class, staring at his classmates who were staring back at him. He hadn't noticed the looks in homeroom, but as the day went on, it became worse. People were pointing and whispering more than they had when he had kissed Stan in the cafeteria. As soon as the lunch bell rang, he bolted out the door.
Kyle had been asked so many questions. Some weren't too bad, mostly something along the lines of "How was it?" or "I heard you hate Wendy; did you like getting back at her?" While others were something like "How could you do this to Wendy?" or "So, should I call you 'the other woman?'" He didn't really feel like answering anymore.
This time when Kyle entered the cafeteria, it was completely, deathly silent. Even the lunch ladies had stopped their work. Every single eye was on Kyle. No one moved, including him; he was frozen in fear.
"Hey dude, what are you standing here for?" Kenny came from behind Kyle and began pushing him forward.
"K-Kenny, what are you doing?"
"Just helping out." The talking had still not returned. Kyle felt like he was in a really bad play. He and Kenny passed by their "former" table. Wendy was crying into Token's shoulder while he shook his head at Kyle, and Bebe sat between Clyde and Craig. She was wearing a simple white shirt, and written in the middle with Sharpie read the phrase:
R.I.P.
Wendy's Heart
along with a badly drawn broken heart at the bottom. Butters was sitting with them, but he waved manically as they came by. The boys joined Cartman, who was already at the table, while he glared at Bebe.
"What's up with-" Kyle started, but Kenny stopped him.
"I wonder where Stan is!" he yelled, causing the cafeteria to fill with noise again as people began guessing for themselves. "You were saying?"
"It's just weird how everyone's been acting and-dude! Do you guys both have hickeys?" Kyle shuddered, remembering the scene in the bathroom. Kenny lightly touched his neck and grinned.
"I guess all that practice paid off." He smiled up at Cartman, amused by how much he was blushing. Kyle's stomach heaved.
"Ugh, gross you guys. You know, Stan and I were in the bathroom-talking-" Kyle added before Kenny could make any assumptions. "We were in there when you guys came in."
"Really?" Kenny asked. "Huh, didn't see you."
"Yeah, well, we heard you."
"That's disgusting Kyle! Where you listening?" Cartman shifted uncomfortably in his seat, hoping that they hadn't heard too much.
"No way Cartman, that's gross!" Kyle disregarded Cartman's stupidity and looked around the cafeteria for Stan, but he wasn't anywhere to be found. Kyle sulked. He understood why Stan wasn't there though; Kyle didn't think that he would have made it inside himself if it wasn't for Kenny. But Kyle still felt uneasy without Stan there.
"Are you okay dude? You look sick," Kenny asked.
"I'm just nervous, that's all."
"No, Kenny's right; you're going to puke. Just don't get Stan's spooge on me or I'll snap your neck Jew."
"Shut up Cartman, I am not going to-" The room began to spin. Kyle shut his eyes and tried to control himself. There was no way he was going to let Cartman be right, not this time.
Kenny leaned away from his friend. "Kyle," he started, "I think Cartman's right. It would be better to get out of here before you give people another reason to stare at you." He and Cartman backed up further to make sure that they wouldn't get sprayed.
"Just get out of here!" Cartman yelled, almost sliding out of his seat. Kyle ran from his seat to the nurse's office, people staring as he passed their tables.
Stan stood outside of the cafeteria doors, taking deep breaths. Lunch was over in 15 minutes, but he knew Kyle was waiting for him. He had been wandering aimlessly through the halls for a while, but he had finally gained enough courage to go inside. As soon as he opened the door, Stan ran straight towards his table, averting his eyes with everyone else's. The silence was unbearable. Why did the school have to be so small?
By the time Stan had reached the table, people had begun talking again. Stan greeted Cartman and Kenny with a nod. "Where's Kyle?" he asked.
"He got sick." Kenny rested his head in his palm, glaring at Bebe as she made faces at him. He smiled and gave her the finger.
"Kenny cut it out, you're going to cause more trouble!"
"Sorry, she's just really annoying. By the way, what happened with you and Kyle? I mean, you obviously didn't kill him, but you seemed pretty mad-"
"Not now Kenny." Cartman interrupted. He leaned his head toward the adjacent table. Some girl was eavesdropping, whispering their conversation to her friends. "Hey! This is none of your business, fuck off." The girl rolled her eyes and turned back around in her seat. "Maybe we should talk outside," Cartman suggested.
The three boys stood in the snow, restarting their conversation.
"So, what's going on with you and Kyle?" Kenny continued.
"Well, we're dating now..." Stan replied.
"Have you guys done it yet?"
"What?"
"Damn Stan, what do you think? Have you fucked yet?"
"...No way Kenny! We just started going out." Stan's face was bright red as he yelled at his friend.
"So? There's no rule that says you have to be dating. Besides, you two were messing around before, so..."
"That isn't important." Cartman was tired of feeling left out, and the topic of sex was making him feel uncomfortable. He turned toward Stan. "You should really go visit your boyfriend instead of standing out here like an idiot."
"Eric's right, in a way," Kenny agreed, nudging his boyfriend with his elbow. "Come on dude, you're dating now; if Kyle's sick you should go see him." Stan nodded quickly and ran back into the school building.
"Thank God he's finally gone." Cartman sighed in relief. Kenny rolled his eyes and smiled at his boyfriend. It was amazing how much he liked Cartman despite how much of an asshole he could be. Kenny's thoughts were interrupted as Cartman cleared his throat, catching his attention. He looked up at the larger boy expectantly.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"I was wondering if uh..." Cartman looked down, trying not to show how nervous he was. "If you would come over tonight for dinner."
Kenny laughed. "God, you're cute when you're embarrassed! Of course I'll go dude; why would I pass up free food, heating, and your sweet ass?"
Cartman returned the laugh. "Is sex the only thing that you think about?"
"Only when it's with you."
Stan walked into the infirmary. The nurse greeted him with a smile. "Well hello Stanley! What brings you to my office?" As she finished her sentence, the bell rang, signifying the end of lunch. Stan knew he had to make a good excuse if he wanted to stay out of class.
"I...threw up."
"Just now? You look fine, your face has so much color!"
"No, it was at the beginning of lunch, but I'm starting to feel sick again."
"Oh dear, I hope there isn't something going around." The nurse paused. "Do you want to go home?" A test. Luckily, Stan wasn't trying to get out of school.
"That's okay, I just wanted to lie down." The nurse smiled and led Stan to a door in the back of the room. Behind the door was the resting room, pitch black and seemingly empty. There were only three beds, and it didn't look like Kyle was in any of them. When the nurse closed the door, it became even harder to see. "Kyle?" Stan whispered. "Kyle?"
"What?" Kyle responded, moaning with fatigue. "Is it time to go home now?" He sat up to look at Stan as best as he could in the darkness.
Stan walked up to Kyle's bed and sat next to him. "No, I just wanted to check on you. Sorry I didn't show up at lunch earlier."
"That's cool," Kyle responded. "The only reason I made it to the table is because Kenny helped me out."
Stan sat for a few moments, choosing his words carefully. "Do you...like Kenny?"
"What? Why would you think that?"
"You guys, and the bathroom..."
"No way! That thing with Kenny was just some random thing. I only like-" Kyle paused, embarrassed. "-You, stupid!" He reached out and grabbed for Stan's hand. "I thought that was kind of obvious." Stan smiled. It was reassuring to know that he didn't have any competition. "So, what are you going to do know?" Kyle asked.
"I guess I'll just wait until next period to leave before the nurse gets suspicious."
"Oh... uh, Stan? I'm kind of cold; could you...sleep with me?"
"What?" Stan nearly fell off of the bed. "L-look Kyle, I really like you and everything, but we just started this thing and the nurse is right out there- wait. You meant literally didn't you?"
Kyle nodded, trying not to laugh. "If that's alright with you."
"Yeah, um, let me take off my shoes." Stan climbed into the bed and gave Kyle a warm smile. Kyle almost immediately fell asleep, holding tightly onto Stan. For once, everything seemed perfect.
Kenny stood outside of Cartman's house. He had dressed as nicely as he could: he had on a pair of sneakers that Stan had lent him the year before that he had never returned, and a pair of jeans reserved for his body during funerals. They were barely used however, because he was usually horribly mangled or his parents just quickly buried him in the backyard. He also wore a plain red t-shirt; Cartman liked red. Kenny had also washed his hair, sort of. There was no running water in his house that month, so, like the few times he did, Kenny washed his hair with hand soap and snow. He'd done the same on his face, which was still burning with cold, along with the rest of his body because he wasn't wearing a jacket; he didn't want his shirt to get wrinkled before Cartman could see how much he had cleaned up. Kenny rang the doorbell and waited. The door opened, revealing Cartman's mom.
"Well hello Kenny! Come on in, dinner will be ready soon." She smiled at him and extended her hand toward the couch, where Cartman sat.
"Hey dude, what's up?" Kenny asked. He sat himself next to his boyfriend and gave him a warm smile. Cartman had also made himself up: he had actually combed his hair and was wearing a button up shirt and- ironed jeans? Kenny smiled. Cartman had overdone it, but that just made him look even better.
Cartman looked at Kenny apologetically. "I'm so sorry, this dinner is going to suck." Before Kenny could ask why, a man came from upstairs.
"Hey hon, is dinner ready?" He winked at Luanne, who giggled. The man had a porn-star mustache and long greasy black hair. He wore almost nothing; short shorts that were obviously Luanne's, and a tank top that was stained with a combination of sweat and-oh... This was going to be awkward. "Aren't you boys a bit too old to be going over to each other's houses?"
"I'm 17 Joe, I'll do what I want."
"Fine, but if you ask me it's kind of gay." Cartman scoffed.
"Boys, dinner's ready!" Luanne called from the kitchen. The three males left the living room and went to sit at the kitchen table. Dinner was lasagna, very cheesy and very soggy; Cartman's mom still wasn't used to making food that wasn't pre-cooked or pre-packaged.
"Luanne, this is amazing. It reminds me of my mother's cooking." Joe was trying not to vomit, but he gave Luanne a crooked, yellow smile. Cartman picked at his food with his fork. Kenny on the other hand, was already scarfing down his second helping.
"Oh my!" Mrs. Cartman smiled at Kenny's enthusiasm over her dish.
Joe rolled his eyes. "I heard you're that boy from the other side of town."
Kenny paused and looked up at Joe. "Yeah, sho wha?" His mouth was still full.
"Just because you don't get to eat in your own shithole of a home doesn't give you a reason to be eating this food like you own the place you dirty piece of shit." Joe spoke through gritted teeth, leaning in closer to Kenny with fierce eyes.
"Joe!" Luanne exclaimed, placing her hand over her heart. "There's no reason for-"
"Shush woman, you know your opinion doesn't matter." Luanne nodded and continued eating her dinner. Joe directed his gaze back at Kenny. "Look, I don't know why you're here, but if you're going to be among proper people like us, you'll need to show some respect."
Kenny was stunned. He sat, bowing his head, staring at the lasagna, trying as hard as he could not to cry. Cartman took his hand, which was shaking as he held his fork. Kenny shook his head violently and ran from his seat. Cartman glared murderously at Joe, whose face was frozen in disgust, and ran after Kenny. Cartman found him standing next to the road, his head darting furiously from side to side.
"Kenny, come back inside-"
"No! Didn't you hear what he said about me? Is that what everyone thinks about me?" Kenny's voice was shaking, his eyes brimming with tears. "...Is that what you think about me?" He finally broke down.
"W-what? How could you even say that? Kenny, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me in this shitty town!" By now, Cartman was also crying. "And what are you doing by the road? Get away from there!" He ran up to his boyfriend and grabbed him by the arm. "I swear, if you try anything stupid I'll kill you myself!" Kenny had stopped sobbing and was now staring at Cartman, who was screaming with cries of frustration.
"What the hell is going in out here?" Joe stood over the two boys, demanding an explanation. They paid no attention to him. Instead, Kenny got up from the ground and pulled Cartman up with him. He hugged Cartman tightly, still surprised.
"Stop crying Eric, I'm not going anywhere." Kenny whispered. He kissed Cartman's cheek. Joe began to yell, and the boys ran from Cartman's house to Kenny's. They sat on Kenny's couch for about an hour, saying nothing. Cartman was the first to speak.
"Kenny, when I was a kid I was a bastard. The things I said to you were awful and you never deserved it." He looked Kenny deeply in the eyes, making sure he knew that he was being completely earnest. "I'll never talk to you that way again." He kissed Kenny's still shaking hand.
Kenny leaned on Cartman's shoulder, partially worn out by the stress of the evening. "Thank you," he said quietly. He looked up his boyfriend, unsure of whether or not he should say what was on his mind. He decided to speak up. "...Eric... You're amazing. And- I want to be- with you." Kenny stumbled over his words. Why was he so nervous?
"Really?" Cartman asked in disbelief. "A-are you sure?" Kenny replied with a kiss. Cartman's eyes widened; Kenny had never kissed him like that before. The boys made their way to Kenny's bedroom, Kenny still holding on to Cartman. When they reached the bed, Kenny paused.
"What's wrong?" Cartman asked, starting to feel disgruntled.
"Maybe we shouldn't do this."
"Why not?"
"Well, this isn't really all that special..." Kenny glanced around his room, ashamed of its appearance. "Last time you said-"
"Last time you were about to give me a quick blowjob in the dirty school bathroom stall before homeroom. This is completely different. It's not the place or appearance that I care about; it's the fact that I know it meant something afterwards."
Kenny smiled. "God, you are so sappy about this stuff." He leaned in and continued to kiss Cartman, who had no idea what to do, so he went along with Kenny, following his lead. Kenny retracted again. "Wait, exactly what are we doing?" Cartman blinked, stunned by the question. Kenny blushed. "I mean you could... do me, or I... uh, yeah..." This was so embarrassing. Kenny didn't understand why he was acting like this. He turned his head to reach for some condoms from his nightstand, which conviniently hid his red face.
"Just fuck me already." Cartman's blunt statement almost caused Kenny to fall backwards.
"A-alright, I'll be careful though, I don't want to hurt you."
"Kenny, I've literally shoved an entire amusement park up my ass, I'm sure I'll be fine."
"Shit, that's so hot. Kenny regained his confidence and lunged forward without hesitation. He tore off Cartman's shirt. He remembered how cold it was, so he took off his own shirt and pressed his body against the larger boy. Kenny kissed Cartman deeper than he had ever kissed anyone before, rubbing against him so that the friction would keep them warm. Cartman closed his eyes, unsure of what to look at. "Are you ready?" Cartman nodded. He held his breath, but after a few moments, he relaxed. "You don't have to do anything," Kenny murmured. "Just let me take care of you."
Longest chapter so far! Not too long I hope. I know most people are reading this for Style, but I can't neglect these two! I like them, but don't worry, I'll be doing Style too. I'll have to take a break though because my posts are starting to catch up with my writing, and I like doing it on paper first. See you next week (if I catch up by then) CX
