Hi guys. Here's chapter 12. Hope you like it. :D Oh, and I did some calculations of the ending of the story. There is probably only one or two chapters left to the story. I don't know yet. I know it's super short, but after this chapter, I felt like there was nothing more to do. I mean, he help Kyle become something more than what he was, and Kyle well, changed also. I don't know. We'll figure it out later.! :D tell me what you think!
Song for this chapter: God damn your beautiful - Chester See.
By the way, remember that dream? Well, you're about to find out what happened!
Insane;
"Cartman, I love you," it was faint, but for some reason I said it. Why did I say that? There was no possible way that I loved Eric Cartman. What the hell was going on here. No let's take a few steps back, Cartman is a jerk, someone who you can't trust at all. Someone who I completely hate. So can anyone tell me why the hell I would say something so dumb to someone like him? One, it's just disgusting. Two, what the hell?
I looked around, I was standing in town, people were walking past us, Cartman was standing in front of me. It was cold. Yet, I was burning hot. I couldn't speak, I wasn't able too. I couldn't even move. I tried, but it was like I had been stuck. I didn't understand what was going on. But I didn't like it at all. So I continued to look at Cartman, disgust running through my mind. He looked down at me. Without caution, I reached my arms up, trying to keep them down, trying to pull away, take back what I said, and run the other way. But that didn't happen.
Instead I clutched onto his jacket and pulled him down with force, I crashed my lips against his, and while doing this, my mind was screaming at my body to stop it and get away. I didn't like this. I felt uncomfortable with this. It's not that I didn't mind… it's just, this was Eric Cartman. The person I hate the most, the person who is as cold as an ice cube, maybe colder. How the hell could I even attempt to kiss someone like him… was someone like him even kissable…?
I began to shake, afraid of his reaction. I was going to have to pay for something I didn't even want to do in the first place, what did It was my stupid body, which was being completely retarded and doing whatever the hell it damn well please. And that pissed me off. I was being forced to do something I didn't want to do… That was until I felt a hand touch my cheek, pulling me closer. I watched as Cartman closed his eyes and turned to get better contact with me. THIS WAS NOT CARTMAN. There was no way in hell Cartman could be so gentle.
I began to get weak in the knees. I didn't know what to do, I couldn't breathe.
He pulled away, my face was flushed and burning, I couldn't believe how I was acting.
"Kyle, I fucking hate you." he whispered in my ear. I froze (even if I couldn't move to begin with), my body became even more tense than what it was, my eyes widened, I felt them begin to water. Cartman pulled back with a smirk on his face, His vision was blurred, almost like a picture was water-colored. I began to breathe heavily and reached out to him, trying to touch him. But no matter how much I tried, my hands went right through him. I couldn't feel him, I couldn't feel his warmth, I wouldn't be able to run to him for help anymore.
Not like I've been doing the past few weeks. No, Cartman wasn't there. He wasn't there for me.
I began to violently thrash around at him, trying to punch him. I stopped when I notice he was turning into a grayish color all together. He then began to harden. I found my felt grabbing around him, trying to hug him. He was so cold and hard. I didn't understand anything that was going on, or anything that I was doing. But I felt like I needed to touch him. I needed to feel him, to know that Eric Cartman wasn't just my imagination, I needed to know that he was there. He was real, and they someone was actually there for me when I was so close to drowning in an ocean of despair and loneliness.
"Eric…" I whispered, and almost on perfect timing, I heard him say my name, and then he completely turned into pieces, crumbling down to the ground. I watched in terror as people walked around me, not even noticing I was there. No trying to help me. I fell to my knees, trying to grab everything I could of the pile of dust and stone, trying to pull it up to me. Trying to feel it's warmth.
"Help!" I shouted, "Somebody help!" I screamed once more. But no one would help.
No one was willing to help me, accept for him, Cartman.
But now even he was gone.
/Real time. Hospital. Stan's point of view.
"Is he okay?" I asked nurse, who has been checking up on Kyle to see if everything were okay. He's been past out for awhile, and he looked really ill and in a lot of pain some of the time. Like he were having a bad dream. I felt horrible. Like I let him and myself down these past couple of years. Wendy had wanted to come with me to the hospital, but I told her no. I think that's half the reason I'm so far away from Kyle. Maybe I spent a little too much time on Wendy than I should have. Maybe it's true, maybe I did neglect Kyle's friendship.
I had been sitting beside Kyle's bed, watching him toss and turn, sweat uncontrollably, it was painful to see him in so much distress, but sooner or later, he was going to wake up, and I'd be here for him, like I should have been over the past year. I watched as Mrs. Broflovski clung to her husband, crying as she watched her little boy laying with bruised arms in a hospital bed. It was amazing what could bring some people together. Mr. Broflovski was brushing his hands through her red hair, which wasn't even put up as the usual, but down because she was obviously in a hurry to get here as soon as she could. Kyle took after her. What with his red hair and stuff.
It would only be a matter of time until he woke up. And I hoped soon too.
After while, I noticed Cartman speaking with one of the doctors outside, trying to come in, but the only one allowed in here had been me, since I was the first to show up. His parents were also allowed of course, but they had to go home for Ike, they should be coming back soon though. I stood from the chair and stormed out of the room and up towards Cartman.
"You've got some nerve coming here," I snapped, pointing an accusing finger at him.
He glared at me, "I just want a few words with him, that's all."
"He's not awake yet, so looks like you wasted your precious time," I glared back.
"You're starting to piss me off Marsh," he sneered harshly.
"Oh yeah? Well, that's great, because you pissed me off years ago, and now I'm even more pissed off." I told him honestly, wanting to bash his head into a wall. If I would have known he was apart of a stupid plan like this before, I would have stopped it when I noticed Kyle had been around Cartman for some time. Actually, I found it strange at the time, but never really thought about it too much. I know Craig did, he came to me asking for help to convince Kyle not to trust Cartman, but looks like he didn't listen to Craig, and did it anyway, look where he ended up. Maybe I should have listened to Craig and just helped. Maybe then, Kyle wouldn't be here.
"Stan, all I want is a few words with him. Is that such a damn crime?"
"don't tell me you feel bad, because it's impossible for someone like you to feel guilty for something like this,"
"No, I don't care whatsoever what happens to that filthy Jew, but that doesn't mean someone can't apologize, I mean, come the fuck on, at least make him feel better, even if I didn't care at all." Cartman told me, making me roll his eyes and gape at the other.
"That's why he's here! Because you made him think you did care because you acted like you did! What the fuck is wrong with you, don't you have-" I was cut off.
"Let him come in Stan." I turned around, and Cartman looked in the direction of the voice. Kyle had been standing in the door way, not too stable, but stable enough to have been able to get up out of the bed and walk over towards the door. "Only for a couple of minutes though." and with that, Kyle walked back into the room and climbed up into the bed. Cartman smirked at Stan and brushed past him, closing the door behind him as he walked into the hospital room.
It was quiet.
/Kyle's point of view.
"Well, out with it. I don't have all day."
I noticed he was second questioning himself on whether of not he wanted to say something or not.
"Okay look, I'll come out with it. I'm sorry, okay?"
"That's all?" I crossed my arms, narrowing my eyes, "You're so goddamn lucky I'm not in the best shape, because I'd be kicking your ass right now. Do you know how sick and demented you fucking are? You're so fucking horrible, I could kill you right now! Look where you have me!"
"Don't you think I know that!" Cartman shouted silently, "Will everyone just shut the fuck up about this being my fault! So the hell what, I'm not the one the put the needle into your damn arm and inject it. No, you did that, and if you ask me, it's pretty fucked up of you to go behind my back and do something so fucking stupid!" he explained to me, getting closer and closer to me with each word. When he was finally right beside the bed, I felt a little uneasy, afraid that he might hurt me. But then not too afraid because Stan was just outside.
"Why the hell would you care what I did? And how the hell did I go behind you back? When you did what you did to me!" I told him, making him growl and lean in, hands on either side of the bed, he had to most pissed off look I've seen, and I glanced towards the windows to see that the blinds were closed, so now I was completely fucked, now, he could kick my ass and get away with it, unless I scream for help….?
"I was tired and delusional at the damn time. And just because I hate you and want you out of my house, doesn't mean I did what I did because I wanted to make you feel even more worse! Fucking Damnit Kyle!" he said lowly, "Do you honestly think I'd go through so much trouble to help clean yourself up, just to do this? Put you back right where you were before? I don't fucking think so. I'm not that fucking bad, you stupid Jew!"
"Wait, what…?" I asked, confused on what he just said.
"Christ, your so fucking dumb! Don't you get it? I was fucking worried about you!"
I gasped, "Worried about me, but why the hell would you be…?"
He sighed, and his face softened, "Just because we're complete assholes to each other, doesn't mean we weren't friends when we were little, and it doesn't mean I have to hate you completely. Don't just assume something by what you just see, because sometimes you don't see everything." he told me, which made me gulp and look up at him with a surprised face. I wouldn't expect something like that to come from Kyle. I gulped. "Worried… Eric Cartman was…"
He rolled his eyes, "Quit being a school girl, you idiot."
"Wow…" I whispered and looked up at him with a smile. He scoffed and turned his face away. I giggled and touched his cheeks, making him look back at me with widened eyes. "Eric Cartman, blushing? Is this even possible?" I said through the thin hair between us. I then did what even I wouldn't expect myself to do, I leaned up and pressed my lips against him. This time it felt real, and this time, I could feel myself and him. I wasn't alone. I was with someone else, someone who actually wanted to be there, but didn't want to either, someone who was completely confused with himself, someone who was an asshole about everything. Someone who I fucking hate. Someone who fucking hate's me. Someone, who just… understands.
Someone… Named Eric Cartman.
T B C
Ending note: Hey! So there's the ending to this chapter. Maybe one or two more chapters after this. But that's about it. Maybe there might be more. I just don't know where else to go with this story. I know it seemed a bit boring over the long run. But whatever happens, happens. I really hope you liked the story so far, and I'll see you in the next chapter! This one was sort of rushed. But whatever! See ya!
