Love is our Resistance~! –MUSE
I'm changing my mind again. I think that as long as the show stays popular and ratings stay high, the station isn't going to let Matt and Trey stop. (Let's hope this) Plus, they've signed off to do 17 seasons, not 15. We're good for two more years.
So, here's chapter 21. I got so many reviews on my one shot! I wanna hug you people
…seriously.
MARSH
There weren't any blankets in Kyle's basement, so why did I wake up so warm? I rolled over to find that he's snuggled up against my back in his sleep. I smiled. It was so cute how he was gripping around my waist and pressed himself to my back. I chuckled at how I felt like a big teddy bear.
I planned on sneaking out before his parents woke up, but maybe I could just stay for breakfast…
Kyle's brother was funny. He was about nine now. He still looked Canadian, but I guess some things don't change. He asked the most inappropriate questions. He asked what a condom was at the breakfast table.
Kyle's face turned white at the question. "Ike! Where'd you hear that?"
"You asked me for one on Thursday! What the fuck is it?" Ike snapped.
Kyle's parents' faces had turned red and his mother was gripping her fork with vengeance. Kyle's mouth was gaping open and I had no idea what to do in this situation. I just pushed my chair back, deciding this was a good time to go home…
I stuffed my hands in my pockets as I walked home, chewing gum thoughtfully. As I walked into my driveway, I had to stop and double-take. Was Cartman over?
I pushed the garage door open and let myself inside, hanging up my coat on my dinner chair. "Hey, mom? Why is Cartman over?" I shouted up the stairs.
She came down carrying a basket of dirty laundry. "He's not, Stan. That's your truck."
I stared at her. "My truck?" I confirmed.
"Randy!" she called up the stairs. "Did you get the chicken out of the freezer?" she shouted.
"Mom?" I said again to keep her attention.
"Ah yes, Stan. We just bought it from Ms. Cartman this morning. You'll be taking driver's ed in-car this week. They were selling it for a low price…your father jumped on it."
Wow…Cartman moves fast… I thought to myself. It was just yesterday that Kyle told him to sell it. "Did you guys do all the paperwork and shit?"
"Language, Stanley…" she scolded. "And, yes. You're father did most of the paperwork, but we mostly trusted that it was in good shape."
"Fucking sweet!" I cried, running outside. She shouted something about language again and I ignored her. I opened the door to my new truck, happily and closed myself inside. This was awesome! It would kill Cartman, and I got a truck out of the deal! Double the greatness!
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BROVFLOVSKi
God…Ike had the worst kind of timing. Couldn't he just wait and ask me when mom and dad weren't listening intently…? Fucking…ah, fuck. They were staring at me.
"It was for Kenny!" I blurted.
That didn't help at all…damn… Why did my parents have to be so scary when they were trying…oh…Moses…
"Kyle? Why would you think that Ike would have condoms?" dad demanded.
That's what they were mad about. Wow… Cool! "Well, it's not like you hide them very well…I didn't know if he'd found them in your room or something?" I said hopefully.
My mom's face turned beat-red. Yeah, you can hear everything in this house…everything…if you catch my drift. She knew what I was talking about. They let it go almost immediately and just ate their breakfasts in silence.
I grinned stupidly. I couldn't believe I'd gotten out of that so quickly…
…
I spent the rest of the day outside. I walked to the junk yard off the side of Spruce Street and stole some scrap metal. I started constructing the wire structure for the reactor in my backyard.
It wasn't too bad outside. There was a lot of pollen in the air, but it wasn't cold or hot. It was just perfect outside. I nailed together metal piping and bent poles to meet at the top where I got a ladder to weld it.
"Ey! Jew? What're you doing?"
I flipped off my power torch and put up my mask. Cartman was standing on the ground below, looking up at me curiously. I sighed. "I'm building something so that I can make the money to cure myself. Did you sell your truck?"
"You were raising the money yourself? I didn't have to sell my truck!" he shouted.
I decided it might be wise to get down off my ladder… "That was your punishment Cartman…" I sighed. "If I fix your mistakes for you all the time than you'll just do it again."
He grumbled something I couldn't hear.
"Are you mad?" I asked.
"Damn right I'm mad! I loved that truck!"
"It serves you right…" I muttered. "Now, help me bend this pole over…"
His glare faded with distraction. He looked up at what I was building. "What is this?" he wondered aloud.
"I'm building a nuclear reactor that won't require a water cooling system. So, if another disaster like Japan happens there won't be a danger," I informed him. Maybe it was a bad idea to let him in on this…
"Wait…is this what the blueprints in your pocket were?"
"Yeah…?" I said. Of course he remembered them now.
"You can't build this!" he cried, "It doesn't belong to you anymore…"
I turned and looked at him hard. "What do you mean?" I demanded.
"I sold the plans…"
"To who?" I growled.
"The Russian government… They gave me a hundred-thousand dollars for it! How could I pass that up?"
I stared at him in awe. How could someone be so incredibly stupid? "Because you could've gotten millions!" I cried, waving my arms in frustration.
His expression turned to horror. He fell over onto the ground, ripping up the grass. He was in shock. It would take a minute to pass. I was so used to this shit, but it still made him overreact every time…
"Millions…millions…" he muttered over and over. I stared at him sympathetically. This was just pitiful.
"Get me the money," I said simply.
That brought him back to reality. "Wha-what?"
"Pay me back what I could've earned. Make five million dollars and give it to me," I demanded.
"No!"
I stared at him before walking past him pointedly. I opened the gate from the backyard.
"Where are you going?" he questioned hesitantly.
"I'll break everything you own. Your PSP, your Wii, your Xbox, your movies, your dresser, your bed…everything," I assured him, turning to keep walking.
He grabbed my arm. "Alright! I'll get the money! Just stay away from my Wii!"
I smiled inwardly. That was always too easy…
He ran back to his house to do God knows what. I had faith he'd get me the money…I just didn't want to know how. That's the thing with Cartman. His ends don't define the method. He does what he has to, which comes in handy often, but gets us into trouble more often than not.
"I guess I'll have to disassemble this then…" I muttered, looking back at the frame of my reactor. "Goddamn Cartman…" I groaned. I set to work with my blowtorch again, melting down the connection at the top.
I hadn't even noticed how long it had been until I glanced at my watch. I'd come out here at like…nine in the morning. It was almost time for dinner. Wow…
"Hey, Kyle…" a feminine voice said behind me.
I set down the bar I'd just broken off and I glanced across the yard. Rebecca was leaning against my fence, looking at me with sweet brown eyes. She was wearing a green sweater and a grey skirt that came down past her knees. Under that, she had on a pair of stockings and a pair of cute little Mary Janes. Her hair was up in bows again and tamed back down to her curls.
She looked like an older, more mature version of the Rebecca I'd fallen for when I was nine…
"Um…hi?" I said, climbing down my ladder. I stared at her. This was such a big…change… I couldn't say I didn't like it…
She fiddled with her hair nervously. "I just wanted to thank you…" she mumbled.
I stared at her. Was she thanking me for having sex with her? What? That was pretty fucked up…kinda. "For what exactly?" I wondered aloud.
She looked at me like was stupid. "For the money, genius!"
"Money?"
Her expression went blank. "Wow…you really don't remember? That's why I made you come back to my house after school…" she said, hoping it would jog some memory I didn't have.
"I'm totally lost? How much money did I give you?"
She smiled. "A hundred thousand," she said. "We promised to be safe, didn't we?"
My eyes widened. Cartman had given her the hundred thousand before having sex with her? Did he know what he did? He must not…he still thought that I had AIDS… He must've not understood why she was asking for the money. Idiot…
I grinned. I didn't have AIDS. This was awesome! But…I still might have some other STD…
"Yeah…safe," I agreed. I guessed that Cartman had used a condom too. Even better. I'd have to thank him later. "So…um…you didn't have…anything then?" I said carefully.
She didn't seem to mind my being straightforward. "No. After I talked to you again, I started treatment. I got a short series of shots for my trick and syphilis. It was easy. You're totally clean…"
So then I was completely free… Fucking sweet! But, I'd still have to pay the money to get my results…whatever. I was clean!
Before I knew what I was doing, I was kissing her. I held her cheeks gently in my hands and connected our lips. They were sticky like she was wearing chapstick or something, but I ignored it. She took the initiative and slid her tongue into my mouth. I accepted it.
Cartman was right. She knew what she was doing. She was fantastic! Our tongues danced easily, as if the entire thing was choreographed. It was so easy to follow her motions, yet they were somehow unpredictable. It was an odd sensation…
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MARSH
I had a car! I can't even describe how awesome this was! I didn't even know how to drive yet, but I'd never expected to get a truck! I figured I'd be driving my dad's minivan around throughout the rest of my high school career.
I knew that this was probably just to make up for almost killing me, but still…I'd take it!
I wanted to go tell Kyle, but on my way, I ran into Kenny. I told him the story and he seemed sort of upset. "Dude? Why're you getting mad?" I wondered.
"You guys used me to perform a body swap and you completely forgot that I had to die for you! You do this every time! I'm so fucking sick of it! Is it too much to ask to just get some credit for once?" he cried.
What was he spouting? He was right here…so how could he have died? "Ah…Kenny, are you alright?" I said cautiously
"Physically? I'm fine, thank you for caring! But, no! I'm fucked up! I just want to die!" he shouted. "But, you wouldn't know! I can't! I can't fucking die! I've tried so many times! I've succeeded so many times, but you can't even remember!"
I reached out and hugged him before he burst out in tears. He was obviously going through something. Bragging to Kyle would have to wait…
I brought Kenny back to my house and feed him. He seemed to feel better after a few slices of cake. Food always seemed to cheer him up. I guess Poptarts weren't really all that great if you ate them every day. (I still considered them a delicacy though…)
He ate in silence. When he finished, I took the plate and put it in the dishwasher. "Feel better now?" I asked him kindly. I sat across from him.
He'd pulled his collar down just enough to eat. He didn't replace it on his face though. "I still feel like shit…but, I guess it comes and goes in waves. Maybe I'll film it next time and you can see…"
"What are you talking about? Is this still the nonsense about not dying or whatever?"
He slammed his fist down on the table. "Shut up! You never believe me! Here! I'll write it down for you! Put it on your fridge and next time I die, read it. Read it again the next morning when I come back and you might have to believe it!"
He grabbed a sheet of paper and began writing.
Stan,
Kenny McCormick cannot die. If he is dead and you are mourning, stop that. He'll be back tomorrow morning, and when he's sitting in the same crappy desk in the same crappy class as always, why don't you give a damn and believe him next time he tells you he doesn't die?
He taped it to the fridge and gave me a pointed look before letting himself out of the house and turning to walk home. I sighed and let my head fall down onto my arms. What was all that about anyway?
I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was passed lunch time already. I was supposed to meet up with Wendy at the bowling alley. I sighed and slipped my shoes on. It was warm outside so I left out the coat and hat.
Wendy was already waiting on me by the time I got there. She looked a bit impatient, but I was almost half an hour late. "I thought you weren't showing," she said coldly. " I was just going to call my dad and go home…"
She put up a cold front, but I could tell I'd hurt her. She wasn't mad, just disappointed. I sighed and kissed her cheek. "I'm sorry. Kenny came over…I think he wants to kill himself…"
Her expression softened immensely. "That's horrible! What did you tell him?"
"Well, he kept going on about how he couldn't die so I told him how that sounded crazy. He just wrote a note and told me to read it when he died," I explained.
Her expression darkened and she broke off into a sudden sprint. I stared after her in dumb shock for a second before chasing after her. "Why're we running?" I cried, trying to keep my breath. Kyle was the one on track team…I wasn't built for running.
"Kenny's going to kill himself!" she cried, running faster.
"Wendy, he does this all the time!" I insisted.
She just kept running defiantly. "How can you be so uncaring? He's your friend!" she cried.
I stopped running. She looked behind her and stopped as well. "Exactly," I said calmly. "Wendy, he's my friend and I think that I can understand him a bit better…"
"Stan, what are you-"
"No, listen," I cut her off. "Kenny is strong-willed. I can't stop him from doing what he wants. If he wants to die and he's really as miserable as he seems, than it's not my right to stop him… I don't want him to die, but if you love someone…sometimes you have to let them go…right?"
She stared at me. "So that's it? You'd just let him do it?" she demanded.
I frowned, but lifted my shoulders in a shrug. "If it's what he wants, I think he knows what's best for him. Why would I force someone to live who doesn't want it?"
Her jaw was hanging limp. "That's horrible, Stan! He'd regret it!"
"No…I really don't think he would…"
She just shook her head and stalked off angrily. I guessed this meant that the date was off? Well…thanks a lot, Kenny…
I glanced at my watch, wondering why I was getting hungry. Well it was almost dinnertime. That would explain it. I began walking home; hoping mom cooked the freezer pot pies as a back-up if she was planning on making that chicken…I was hungry…
I still hadn't told Kyle about my truck yet, so maybe I should to tell him real quick then come home and eat? Yeah, it sounded good.
I thought about this morning as I walked to his house. I'd woken up in my best friend's arms…again. It wasn't like it had been the first time it had happened, but it still felt different…like it was meant to happen that way.
I was smiling to myself without even realizing. I shook it away as I walked over to Kyle's. I planned on going in the front door, but his back gate was open. They never left their gate open. I guess he was in the backyard.
I walked around the house and pushed the gate open enough to get through. I stepped into his yard and fell back against the fence. Kyle and Rebecca were kissing…furiously…
This was the last thing I'd expected to walk in and see. Didn't she have STDs?
I don't even think they noticed my presence. They were too caught up in each other.
She looked like she had six years ago when he'd liked her. He was gripping around her back and her hands were wrapped tightly in his hair. Her tugging was only getting him more and more into-it.
I should be the only one who knows about that! I was the only one who could be trusted with that knowledge…
Oh…God…this was hard to watch…
I wanted to be sick, and not from being nervous. I felt…betrayed. But, why would I even feel like that? It wasn't like Kyle was mine. He was my best friend maybe, but he wasn't mine. It wasn't like I should have any say if he wanted to be with Rebecca…
He wasn't anything more than a best friend…
Did I want him to be? Is that what this was? …wow…I think I wanted Kyle.
And he understands! Can't you hear the angelic chorus singing halleluah!
Sorry I uploaded so late. I went to play racquetball with my friend afterschool. It was so fun! I might include it later on in the story~
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