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Cartman was at the other end of the bottle.
Cartman stared at the bottle for what seemed like hours before he got up and left the room quietly. He just left like that? No emotion no jokes about me being gay. No nothing.
"Well thats boring." Clyde mumbled. "So spin again Kyle?"
I shake my head. I neex some air. "I'm gonna go get a drink." Pete glances up at me. It felt like he knew what I was thinking. I brush his gaze off and walk to the kitchen to pour myself something to drink. He gulped it down feeling it burn his throat. He got a few more cups down and before he knew it he heard someone yells 'shots.'
After the person yelled he ended up taking shots with some college students and some kid from school. With each shot my throat burned and my vision blurred. The song playong at the time, We Didn't Start The Fire, was soon fuzzy.
Very very soon I became a giggling mess.
Cartman's POV
I sat in on my back porch looking at the ground with a beer in my hand. I hand my fucking chance to kiss him, but didn't.
He just seemed so uncomfortable, and I knew he didn't want me to. I took a sip of my beer before getting up. I walked back inside and saw Kyle giggling and noticed he was talking to some college students. I soon became worried.
I walked over to them and put my beer down. Kyle saw me and started giggling. He placed and arm around my shoulder and motioned to the college students. "Eeeric this is Oden and Caleb!"
I could smell the alcohol on his breath. "Kyle you're drunk." I told him trting to hide the fact I was happy he called me 'Eric'.
"I'm not drunk! You are!" He pointed at me still giggling. Oden and Caleb laughed at the situation.
I looked at the two. "How much did he drink?" They shrugged trying to calm their laughter. "I said, how much did he drink?!"
"Uh couple of shots..." The one known as Caleb mumbled.
"A couple?! He seemed like he was trying to drink enough to forget everything that's going on!" Oden laughed and cussed under my breath. "I don't see the problem." Oden shrugged.
"Problem?! Problem!? The problem is his mom will kill me when she finds out he was drinking a lot! Plus has Jewish and drinking beer and some other types of alcohol is against his religion!" I yelled and Kyle leaned against me like he was about to fall asleep. "Stay steady Kyle."
"Y-you remembered that?" He mumbled. He seemed a bit more sober, but I wasn't taking any chamces around the college students so I took him upstairs. He needs to rest.
We wobbled up the steps, and I tried my best not to drop him. We got upstairs and saw Kyle's face turn green. "Kyle?"
"Unless you want vomit all over you fatass let go of me." I let go of him and watch him dash down the hall to the bathroom. I followed him and noticed his hat start to fall off as he started puking into the toilet. "Shit."
"Well yeah that is what goes in there after all." I joke and Kyle glares at me before thowing his hat at my face. "Ow."
"Asshole." He leans against the wall before wiping his mouth. He took a small water bottle out of his jacket pocket. He took a sip. "Disgusting." He mumbled before the bathroom door slammed shut.
I grabbed the handed and tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge. "Um Kyle don't get mad."
"Why would I get mad?" He glared at me. "Just leave."
"The door's jammed." I tell him and all the color in his face drains. "Kyle?"
He ran over and tried opening the door. "HELP! IM STUCK IN HERE WITH AN ASSHOLE!"
I roll my eyes and sit against the wall. I sure hope thats just the alcohol talking. I watch as Kyle continues to try and get the door open. He soon hits his hand against it and it lets out a sigh. He faces me and sits next to the tub.
We sat there in silence for a bit. The only sound was the sink dripping and the loud music from downstairs.
"Why didn't you kiss me?" I heard Kyle mumble.
Kyle's POV
"Why didn't you kiss me?" I mumbled as I hugged my knees. It must have been the alcohol because that the moment I wasn't thinking straight.
"What?" I heard Cartman ask, and I faced him. My head leaning against my knees.
"I said, why didn't you kiss me?" I heard my voice crack. It's been bugging me and because it was bugging me I tried to get drunk.
Cartman sighed and looked down before looking back at me. "Because I don't see the point in it. It was just a stupid game. You would have hated me even more after, and you looked extreamly uncomfortable after that bottle landed on me."
"No I didn't!" I exclaimed. "Besides like you said it was just a stupid game so you should have just done it." Wait... Why did I say that?! From the looks of it Cartman was also shocked by what I said.
"Wait... Do you want me to kiss you?" He asked me.
"I don't! All I know is it's been bugging me all night!" I huffed, and Cartman just blinked. "Say something!"
"I had no idea you are such a tsundere." He mumbled and I glared at him. He lets out a short sigh. "Okay I'm about to propose an idea, and promise me you won't get mad." He told me before moving closer to me.
"What?" I asked skeptically.
"Let me kiss you... Maybe it might help you understand why it was bugging you for the past hour." He whispered when he was right next to me.
"O-okay." I squeaked out. I have no idea what came over me to say yes. Cartman nodded before taking a deep breath. He seemed really nervous. He closed his eyes and moved closer to me and I closed my own. Instantly when his lips met mine I tasted a metallic type taste. Like blood or something. Neither of us moved our lips. In either fear or awkwardness. I'm not entirely sure.
I was about to back away until I felt Cartman's lips start to move and he placed a hand behind my neck. I thought he was going to be rough, but his lips were soft and his hand was being real gentle. Like he was afraid that at any moment I would break. I kissed him back and after a short while he pulled away. He looked down at me and I bit my lip. For some reason as he stared at me my heart started to hurt.
"Kyle I lo-" Cartman was cut off by a crash and a yell from downstairs. "What the fuck was that?"
"I'm n-not sure." I replied. Jeez why am I stuttering?!
"Let go of me!" I knew that voice.
"Pete!" I ran over to the bathroom door and tried my best to open it. "Cartman help!" He started helping me try to break down the door. Hit I forgot Pete was hear! We finally were able to break the door open and I ran down the stairs to see Stan standing between Micheal and Pete. "Pete." I whispered and pulled him over lightly. He hugged me tightly and I could tell he was shaking. "Pete what happens?"
"Michael h-" Pete was cut off.
"Michael don't you fucking touch him ever again! I will fucking kill you if you do!" Stan yelled at the older teen. Michael galred at Stan and then at Pete before turning to leave.
"Pete just remember what I told you." Michael walked out the front door, and I looked at Pete.
"Hey Pete you want to stay at my house tonight?" I asked the goth boy. At the moment he looked so weak. I saw tears threating to fall. He slowly nodded. I looked at Cartman. "I'm going to go." I tell him. He nid's and I walk Pete out of the place to my house.
When we got there mom and dad were in the living room. "Oh hey Kyle. Who's your friend?"
"Um I'm Pete sir." Pete told my dad. He was acting different than normal. I guess it had to do with what happened with Michael.
"Hey mom dad is it okay Pete can stay the night? The town's curfew is about to start." They look at each other and then back at us before nodding. I look at pete. "Go ahead upstairs you can borrow some pajamas. My room has my name on it." Pete nods before going up the stairs.
I went to the kitchen and started to make some popcorn. As I waited my dad walked in. "Hey Kyle? Was that the Thelman kid?"
"Yeah why?" I asked as I leaned against the kitchen counter.
"I know he's your friend and everything and it's none of my business, but... Keep an eye on him" he tells me.
"Dad do you think he's going to steal or something?" He shakes his head. "Then what do you mean?"
"I over heard Ike and Firkle talking..." He leaned against the counter next to me. "Something about his dad abusing me. I'm not entirely sure if it's true, so please keep an eye on the poor boy." He said before leaving the room.
I just stood there even after the popcorn was done. I soon started remembering some of the times we hung out during school.
"Hey Pete!" I greeted the goth kid and ke jumped up almost knocking over his paint. "Oops sorry." I chukcled.
"It's fine." He whispered. Normally he would yell at me saying I almost ruined his painting. This time we seemed shaken up.
"Pete what's wrong?" I asked sitting on the stool next to him.
"Nothing." He looked in the other direction so i wouldn't see him. "Just cut my forehead open with the edge of my locker."
"Oh shit dude."
A few days later he showed up with a black eye and busted lip. Said he went sledding and hit a tree.
"Oh shit, why didn't I know sooner?" I grabbed the popcorn and walked to my room seeing Pete sitting on my bed looking at the TV I recently put in my room. He was wearing a baggy t-shirt and grey shorts. His eyes brighted up when he saw the popcorn. "Want some?"
"Sure." I handed him some popcorn and looked at my TV.
"Want to watch a movie?" He nodded. "How about Scooby Doo?"
"Eh no. Scooby Doo and The Witch's Ghost?" I nodded and played the movie. The movie started playing, Pete laid on his stomach, and I sat in the floor. Both of us ate popcorn and laughed every now and then. I glanced at Pete's wrist that Stan grabbed hours ago. It was still red, but the more I stared at it the more I realized it was a rope burn.
"Kyle?" I realized Pete was staring at me. "About what happened earlier with Michael..."
"No Pete. You don't have to tell me." I reasure him. I could tell it was kinda hard for him.
"Kyle... Lately you and Craig are the only two I hang out with. Henrietta and Firkle have been busy, and Michael... Well its Michael." He lets out a sigh. "Craig knows why I broke up with Michael... He was kinda abusive towards me."
I took his hand in mine. "It's alright Pete. You're brave."
He nods before looking back at the movie. We watched the rest of the movie in silence and when it was over I went to the bathroom yo change into some pajamas. When I came back Pete was passed out asleep. I made a small place for me to sleep in the floor, and heard Pete's phone ding. Curiosity got the best of me and I saw a massage flash across the screen.
Dad: Don't bother coming home