Dark hair rumpled from sleep and sticking up on end, the longer strands pressing into his temple, Ike popped out of bed as if a firecracker had been lit on the bed. The truth wasn't so far from that theory, since his wake-up call was sudden and loud, filling his darkened bedroom with a crack of lightening and the violet boom of thunder, which in turn earned a cosmically insignificant whimper from the child. Why did it have to be be thunder and lightening? Under normal conditions Ike was very well put together and could tolerate quite a lot (that evolution assisted by his older brother), but this was the one thing that could truly unnerve him and send him crying to older brother for protection when it was bad enough. Fuckin' Mother Nature!
In his dreams, Ike had been just about to receive a Nobel prize from two very endowed, very naked women while his brother smiled up at him from the front row, applauding louder than everyone else in the room, but when he would record the events in his dream diary - part of an assignment for his literature class - Kyle's part would be significantly altered. But as another static charge clashed with the dancing ions, Ike put that aside as he bolted from his room and down the hall, stopping just outside of Kyle's door.
As his nerves began the reassembling process, Ike became quite cross with himself for his behavior, since he was growing up and didn't have to go running to Kyle for every little storm like a baby. But on the same token, it seemed as if he went to his brother less and less, and despite the distance he had built up between them due to Kyle getting his own life, Ike didn't want to completely lose the bond he had had with his older brother.
Creaking open, Ike saw that Kyle was still sound asleep as he poked his head into the room, curly read hair almost painfully visible through the teenage gloom. "Kyle?" Ike stepped into the room. "Kyle?" He stepped over some crumpled up bits of paper, edging ever closer to the bed. "Bro?" About to extend his arm to rouse the breathing log, another jolt blasted through the swirling cumulonimbus, causing him instead to swing his arms around like the blades of a windmill. "Asshole!"
Jumping automatically and without any conscious thought, Ike found himself on his brother's ribs. Or rather he would have, had Kyle not tossed in his sleep, sending the preteen to the carpet. Blinking slowly as he woke up, eyes adjusting to the light, Kyle found himself gazing at his little brother's reproachful glare. Rubbing his side where Ike had bounced off, he sat up, tossing a lazy look out of the window. Of course.
Not even having to consider a thing, Kyle sighed, rolling his head back to signify that Ike could join him at the foot of the bed. Scowling, the younger of the two made it abundantly clear that he would rather be anywhere else in the world than here at this moment. In fact, Ike had made a plan last night to call his friend, since he would be getting back from a 'family vacation'. Not too early, but sometime around lunch; although, if this storm didn't let up by then...
[South Park]
Dimming the dial on the wall as she found the best lighting she possibly could, Liane Cartman admired the butterscotch-like effect on the gleaming painted ivory dishes, also thinking ahead of the stains that her sweet little poopsykins was going to get on his shirt, so she adjusted the lights accordingly. There. Once that was set, the pot roast soaking up the heat and additional flavoring in the oven, she made her way back to the living room to see to her company. Frowning deeply and sitting rigid with his shoulders set was none other than Mr. Bloodworth, fuming over the puerile behavior of his daughter. Liane had some indication of what was grilling him, since she had overheard Eric talking to him about the dinner last night over the phone, but the full story eluded her, like so much else in life.
Pouring him a glass of hard lemonade, as per his request, the single mother could sympathize with the difficulty of it all, not finding it hard to believe that he would start drinking around ten in the morning. "Here you go."
Mr. Bloodworth took the beverage distractedly, almost surprised to see Liane before he realized that he wasn't in his own house. His daughter had him so frazzled by her antics, he had barely gotten any sleep last night, and were it not for Avery, something told him that he would have gotten even less. Had Karen not managed to convince him that her brother was more responsible than to take advantage of a girl, he probably would have stormed the McCormick's house and dragged her back home by the roots of her hair. "Thanks."
Having been a teenage girl herself once, and easily no stranger to the things all parents dreaded most, she offered her own opinion on the matter, despite not being asked for it. "Girls her age are wild. I know that when I was Holly's age, I was quite promiscuous. All the boys loved hanging out with me, and I would be gone for hours at a time, just pleasuring them. Were it not for my son, I probably would still be out there, letting anything with a penis violate me."
What he heard was that kid's will always find a way to make their parent's worry, and girls in particular were the worst, since they could get away with it more often than boys. "But you did grow out of it?"
Liane looked at him as if seeing a man for the first time. While it was first in her nature to be honest and tell him that it would take time and lots of mistakes, there was something in his eyes that restrained her tongue, a kind of hopeful sadness. "Heather will learn her lesson, I'm sure." It wasn't very often that a Cartman showed pity for another person, but this guy just looked so pathetic... "Why don't we talk it about it some more in my room?"
Eyeing him like the very last remains of a succulent morsel, or more specifically the crack of housewives, divorcées, and widows alike, Cartman's mom led Hunter's father back to her room, just itching to have a little taste-test of the town's newest sasuage factory...
First, I have no idea if it rains in Colorado at all, or if it just snows, or if it matters which part of Colorado you're in; second, I have no idea what Ike would be afraid of; and third, I want it that way! Ike, scared and going to his big brother. I think another part of that decision was based on the episode where Ike sees the dead celebrities - it bothered me that he didn't go straight to Kyle, and that Kyle wasn't there for his little brother sooner. I get it, but that doesn't mean that I like it. Maybe Kyle's a fairly heavy sleeper... Well, Cartman did say that he's broken into Kyle's place plenty of times, and it's not like he immediately jumps up at the sound of his window being opened... For arguments sake, or the story's or whatever, let's just say that Kyle isn't the lightest sleeper in the world. Finally, something I've been planning since very near the beginning of this story! See, I told you that there were plans!
But yeah, a short finish to a bombardment of chapters! Just wait till you see what happens next...
I do not own South Park, that's all on Matt and Trey, but I do own Hunter and the rest of the Bloodworth clan!
