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Chapter 7 Party at Hobo's

Cartman drug his feet and tattered backpack through the thin snow, rubbing his eyes as he went to the bus stop. For once, he was the first up before his friends, since sleep didn't grace his presence when he walked back home, and after burning his skin in the shower, he stumbled around the dark of his room putting on a white wife beater with acid wash jeans.

He tripped on the shredded ends of his pants, his touseled hair blocking his view and covered by his large red hoodie. Once he reached the stop sign, he signed as he leaned against it.

"Gotta wait for those idiots now?" Cartman muttered.

"Who ya talking about?"

Cartman looks up to see Butters in front of him, wearing a completely zipped blue fluff jacket with white sweatpants, his bag dropped on the ground. The red dye washed out of his hair. Cartman sneered at the blond. That stupid blond's been bitchy all week long. He's the last person he wants to deal with.

"What the fuck do you want, Butters?"

He giggled at Cartman's slurred words. "You don't gotta be mean. Just askin a question."

Cartman stares at Butters, who turned back towards the road. What the hell? The first few days Butters came back, he was a total bitch, now he's all happy and shit.

"Hey Cartman."

He became aware of how close Butters' face was to his face once he whispered, but didn't move. What the fuck was he doing?

"Can you talk to me later?"

He stared at the blond, who gazed back with the same empty eyed expression. Slowly, Cartman nodded, lighting Butters' smile.

"Hey guys!"

Kenny came walking up chewing gum with his mouth obnoxiously smacking open and close, dressed in dirty cargo jeans, no shirt showing his tanned abs, and his orange hood strings tied tightly with hood up. The last thing he wanted to do was looked for his backpack.

"Poor boy, learn to wear real clothes in public." Cartman shouted with a joking grin.

"Shut it fatfuck!" Kenny barked back.

"You guys don't know crap bout being nice." Butters chuckled.

"Aww, hello kitty's gonna need to show you how to be." An all too familiar voice joked. Kyle appears, his curly hair moved from his face with a comb stuck in it. Dressed in green adidas sweats with a black bucked up pull-over jacket on, backpack hanging off his shoulder.

"Hey Kahl." Kenny greeted, mocking Cartman, who in turn flipped him off. Kyle just snickered and mumbled back as he stood in wait with his friends.

"Hello Kitty? Seriously?" Butters asked. Kyle just smirked. It wasn't hard for him to know that fatass was crushing on Butters, but he's too chicken shit to say anything. Let's see how much he can mess with fatfuck's mind.

"Well, you're the one with the tattoos all around your hips, ya shouldn't have show me."

"Woah, since when the fuck did you see his freaking tattoos?" How come he couldn't see them? Where the hell did he even get the fucking tattoos? Wait a minute, since when did Cartman care? Kenny stood with a blank look staring at his bickering friends before he remembered something.

"Hey fuckers, listen, my ma and dad aren't home for tonight so bring some food or whatever, we gonna have a party." His annoucement was cut short by sudden kicks to his back, sending his face first into the snow.

While Kenny was busy getting trampled on by some deer and Kyle was spazzing while Cartman laughs, Butters, with light red cheeks, was wondering, "How did Kyle know that?"

I know, very short

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