"It's all your fault, fat ass!" Kyle complained as he got out of his car because he was late for class again because of this dawdling guy. He wondered why he was taking the dude with him all the time, after all, it wasn't his fault if he couldn't buy his own car or was rattling through the driving school test again because the gentleman was patient, like a five-year-old. Well, his parents just got him a used car, which he refueled with tutoring for younger students.
"I wrote you to be ready by eight o'clock. Why don't you ever manage to push your butt out of the front door in time?" That constantly put his patience to the test and the constant discussions on the drive here only. So damn nerve-killing. There you were already fed up before the day really started.
"I know that's school and so on, but you have to pay a little attention to your appearance. I mean, I look so good too, but that little extra on top never hurts. We can't all walk around like you." Cartman threw to his head and he ran ahead, gritting his teeth. Yes, he got it, he had no fashion sense. Who cares? He'd rather work to get him into a decent college. Unfortunately, it looked bad there for the puffing guy behind him, as often as this had skipped lessons. He shouldn't really care about that either.
"Now don't be in a bad mood and let's go through the fence back there, then you'll be with your beloved teacher faster." Kyle clenched his fists on this and stepped up a little faster, because he really didn't want to hear this comment, even if he really had a little crush on a married woman. She was just so talented at her job that he liked the class more.
"Oh shut up!" He spat back, because the other one certainly didn't have such hormone-plagued problems, because Cartman always got what the he wanted. But curly head didn't want to brood about such things anymore if it wasn't related to his daily routine.
"Come on. You just have to go through the fence and then to the right, then you're already with your lovely Miss .."
"Yes, it's okay!" So he stomped in the shown direction, in the hope that he would not be fooled, because from the parking lot you always had to walk to the gate entrance first and then you could only enter the school building. If you had the time, it wasn't a problem. But the guy with him always made that one.
"Lady's First." Cartman grinned stupidly at him as he lifted the broken wire fence for him. He just rolled his eyes annoyed and ducked down until he was standing on in front of a hedge.
"That was so clear." He complained, because he wasn't going to crawl through this bush now.
"Don't whine around and take a few more steps to the left, the green stuff is thinner over there. You can get away with that." He did that too, but not without further complaining. Maybe because he was so used doing this, when being around Cartman.
"I swear to you, if something sticks to me ..." But then he had to laugh a little, because he had a few leaves on him, but his buddy had even more stuck to his body.
"What's so funny? Dude, if there is such a fucking fat spider hanging there again, then .." Who is whining around here now, he thought, but took the caterpillar from Cartman's face, which fell exactly on the spot between the two eyebrows. Looked for a moment as if the other one had a very bushy middle brow and also went perfectly with his facial expressions.
"Fucking insects! Look if there's anything else!" Then his bad mood from before almost vanished, because his friend was like a toddler. Well, somehow it still is. A spoiled and cheeky child.
"You wanted to crawl through the bush." Kyle said, still amused, while he pulled a few more leaves from the other's hair before stroking his own again, but there didn't stick much. Certainly because he was taller than this undergrowth. While Cartman checked his look with the phone, he found that they had gradually wasted enough time here.
"Now stop it, you beauty queen. We really have to .." He was startled when he looked ahead and noticed that they were now standing behind the caretaker's shed.
"We really have to what? As soon as you have ... Oh." When Cartman stared at the same wall, which was sprayed with a large and black swastika, the boy paused too.
"Oh? Is that all you have to say about it?!" Suddenly forgotten everything from before and a mad rage built up quickly in the redhead.
"What?"
"Maybe that's why we've never gone this way before. Did you want to wait until the path is so presentable or have you maybe beautified the wall yourself?!" Now he would like to buff Cartman's face for that played clueless look he just got. He already clenched his fists, but tried to control himself. He hadn't felt something like this for a while and the drive here, had nothing against it.
"No, I .." But he didn't want to hear the stupid excuses and just stomped off, because fighting is never of any use to him.
"Kyle, please wait! I .." The other dared to pull on his jacket.
"Don't touch me!" With one last, poisonous look, he tore himself away and just went ahead. That seemed to be enough, because he didn't hear any steps behind him either. Damn it, he thought dejectedly, because he should have expected that someone like Cartman could never help it. And he really thought that asshole had gotten better lately. When was the last time he heard him call 'Jew'? Probably this just wanted to rock him to safety before that was brutally pushed to his face.
A lump formed in his throat and he felt sick. The first hour of school was almost over anyway, so he went to the toilet now. In the corridor, he saw at the window how fat ass was also standing in the back corner and taking photos of the disgusting work. It was so typical of this racist ass and he should have learned a lot himself. Eventually they got older and he didn't want to be friends with people like Cartman anymore.
"Phew, that was stressful again. Fortunately tomorrow is Friday. The week went on for what felt like an eternity." Stan said, sighing and tired as the three of them left the building. They also picked up Kenny because they had promised to help him learn to drive. It will probably take a while before this gets the money for the driver's license together, but maybe they all could combine money for his birthday. Then it occurred to him that he could ask Butters about that too. But his parents aren't that generous with the pocket money either and they didn't even let him take a vacation job or something. Well, it's still a while and they could work until then that their buddy at least passes the exam the first time.
"Don't we want to wait for Cartman today?" Kenny asked while he was putting some papers in his bag. With this sentence, his mood drove back into the basement, the Kyle actually managed to ignore the fat ass the last few days. He even blocked his number because he didn't think there was any point in chatting with the guy about it. The stuff really disappointed him on Monday, because somehow he thought, even if he discussed or argued with Cartman here and there, as the others describe it, he personally didn't want to jump at the guy's throat as much as he used to. At least until the shit that happened earlier in the week. He was so furious that he kicked an arbitrary garbage can on the street on the drive home and then picked it up again after a few minutes, because other people's property was not to blame for his stupid character assessment.
"Why should I?" He just said coolly, because sooner or later the others also had to find out what had happened.
"Dude, you've been on it for the last few days because of him. What did he do again? Did he distribute glitter in your car too? I've been vacuuming the shit away for weeks and I always still find something." The black-haired boy complained and he thought that this would be the least of his problems.
"That would explain why you always have that stuff in your face. Are you camping in your car lately?" Kenny joked and then couldn't help laughing when he realized that he was getting to the point.
"My father has one of his phases again and it's really no fun at home. Even barricading yourself in your own room doesn't help." Stan continued and the curly head thought about how he should explain it to the other two that he would prefer that their quartet becomes a trio. Strange, but somehow he didn't really want to talk about it either. Shouldn't it be easy to ignore someone like Cartman?
"We can go. Our fat boy has to be detained again and I really don't feel like waiting for him today. The next bus won't come back for three hours." Kenny said with a sigh and put his phone away.
"Can he not do something for once?" Said the black-haired one next to him, who also looked at his phone and was probably writing to his girlfriend.
"I can take you with me, then the ride back today will not be so silent." He tried to dissuade the subject from fat ass.
"Besides, don't you have to work today? If I take you with me, you'll still have a bit of air beforehand." He asked Kenny friendly and then this looked directly at him.
"You let Cartman ride the bus all week. Why?" It was asked as if he had done something stupid.
"Did he tell you that? I do not care. And if you want to come along, you better not say a word about him!" That came a little louder and more clearly from his mouth than the rest of the time. So much to ignore the matter and stay calm.
"God, Kyle! Calm down again." That also made Stan put his phone away and look at him confused.
"You really want to know why I finally don't want to have anything to do with this bastard? Please." Then the anger crept up in him again that he would like to kick around.
"Hey, now really come down again and don't yell around here!" His black-haired buddy tried to calm him, but the other two would probably only understand when they also saw the graffiti. Surely the caretaker hasn't even painted it over because it wasn't so clearly visible. Even if he reported it on Monday, he sometimes had the feeling that things like that, were not a priority in this school.
"Come with me!" The other two asked questions, but they just followed him to the place with the broken fence. He decided not to say anything again until they were in front of the stained wall.
"Since when has there been a shortcut from the parking lot?" Kenny asked in surprise and he himself wondered briefly whether the way hadn't been around for a long time. The wire in the fence looked clearly cut.
"And now?" Stan wanted to know.
"This way." Kyle went ahead to point the others in the right direction.
"Aren't we a little too old to crawl through the bushes?"
"Oh? But if you roll around in the grass with Wendy, that is okay?" The blond boy joked and the other got a little embarrassed.
"Forget that for a moment and take a look at it!" The curly-haired asked his friends when all three of them were standing in front of said wall.
"Whoa! And that's why Cartman has to be detained?" Well, he really didn't understand Kenny's reaction.
"He never did that. He's not that good." He found Stan's statement almost worse. Had his two friends gone mad?
"Are you completely stupid?! That's ..." But Kyle interrupted his own sentence when he saw something pink in the corner of his eye and turned his head. He blinked, because what was now decorating the wall was colorful and bigger. At first glance it just looked like a pink to yellow flower with green leaves around it. But in the middle of where you would expect the pistil or stamens, the artist had added something else. For a brief moment the three of them were probably preoccupied with their own thoughts about that.
"Ok, now I'll say what we're all thinking here. Do you think he slapped his own penis on it?" The blonde one asked and took some photos of the structure.
"I still think it wasn't him." Added his best friend, incoherently.
"But that was Cartman." Kyle felt a little better and shitty at the same time, because he knew at that moment that he was somehow wronging his burly buddy. Or not? And what if the lousy guy made the cross anyway and the scene with him didn't turn out to be so funny after all? Was it supposed to be some kind of stupid prank and Cartman was filming it? After all, his other friends didn't know about the path and the wire fence looked worked at. Either way, he will probably not be able to avoid exchanging a word with this artist again.
"Sorry, but when have you seen his cock lately?" While Stan looked rather indignant and asked that, Kenny grinned a little amused in his direction.
"What? No, I didn't mean that at all! He once left his sketchbook lying around. You know how to look at some pictures and say that it's a Van Gogh or H.R Giger. This is a Cartman." He didn't say how he opened the book and then closed it again in shame because naked women were very well sketched there. He was already aware that the guy somehow had a talent for drawing. But he only realized that this was so good at the moment when he stared at well-drawn bust sizes, buttocks and other naked body parts on paper. He also acted weird that day because he didn't dare to ask who was the model, because as far as his knowledge went, the school didn't offer classes with nude models.
"That's enough now. I feel strange to continue to stare at it." With that, the black-haired boy turned back to the fence and then went back to the parking lot.
"Hm, probably the homosexual feelings that had been suppressed for years." Kenny joked and also stepped back to the path through the undergrowth. But while the two teased each other and joked around for a moment, he made up his mind.
"Dude, take a picture if you like it that much." They called Kyle and with that he stepped back to the parking lot too. He really shouldn't waste his time standing around that long, because he still had to give tutoring lessons today.
"Well, do we have to ..." When the curly hair drove back to school after work to intercept someone at the entrance to the school, he wanted to try it with a casual slogan first. Because the mood was strange, and it got worse when he saw Cartman's face. It was adorned with some wounds and band aids.
"You have fought again." So he just stated and he couldn't quite read the other's gaze. How many times had the four of them discussed the fact that they couldn't always be there to help their buddy if he again lashed out prematurely. Well, sometimes there were people who provoked Cartman on purpose, but he thought this would learn in time. It just didn't go down well when the fact was noted down in the school file.
"And? What do you care about that?" He just wanted to stalk past him, but of course Kyle followed, because he certainly didn't come back to school for nothing.
"Damn, are you stalking me now or what?" It was asked after a few steps and he wasn't exactly sure how to begin his next sentence. He actually thought he could drive back here after the tutoring, hopefully tease his buddy a little and then drive him home They always fooled around. But now something was different.
"I'm sorry how I reacted on Monday. I shouldn't have thought straight away that you .. did it."
"You think that's why I'm mad at you? I'm not." Cartman replied without even looking at him and then just walked on.
"Now wait a minute! I .."
"Listen! Do whatever you're looking for here, but don't get on my nerves!"
"OK. But one does not exclude the other."
"Huh? What does this mean? Oh, I have no patience for your stupid stuff today. The bus is coming soon and the damn stop is over there." It was said that he wasn't upset with him, but it didn't sound like that.
"Should I take you?"
"To the bus stop?" He heard and thought, rolling his eyes, that the other guy could be really stupid sometimes.
"According to me. But then to the one in South Park." That statement finally made Cartman stop and turn around.
"You .. you came here to pick me up?" That sounded so implausible, as if he'd never do anything nice.
"Come on. Or do you want to stand around here?"
"So often, I've said, you should pick me up after detention and now that I don't feel like it anymore, then you come crawling to me?"
"First of all, it's not my fault if you have to detain so often. What do you do all day at school that you keep getting extra lessons? Oh whatever. That's not the point now. Why did you have to go to detention this time?" He tried to be really polite here, but the other person was behaving so difficult again that he wanted to go back alone. Why was this still friend so stubborn at the inopportune moments?
"You don't have to know everything." Cartman looked to the side, almost affected.
"You did the picture at the caretaker's shed, didn't you?" He inquired cautiously.
"No I did not! I wanted to explain that to you on Monday, but you .."
"I meant the flower picture." The curly hair interrupted this hastily.
"You looked at that? Wait, then did you crawl through the bushes again?"
"You don't know? Didn't Kenny send you anything?"
"I forgot to charge my phone and I didn't want to do it at school because the teachers always have glued hands." With that they were both standing by his car and he unlocked the doors on the side.
"Oh." Kyle said curtly and got in, because it would never occur to him to use his phone at school. Maybe when there was no teacher around and in emergency situations.
"What, oh so? What did you want there again?" When the other was also in the car, he locked the doors again because he knew how Cartman would react to topics that were uncomfortable for him. Well, he mostly ran away from them too, but this time they probably had to have a conversation about it.
"Oh shit! I knew it would happen at some point, but that it would be in your car and then there would be no one here to help me. Ok, let's get it over with, but please be gentle. I'm still a virgin." Of course his co-driver had to ridicule everything.
"Oh shut up! As if I would ever touch you." He said annoyed.
"Now you're hurting my feelings, Kyle!" It was said, played roguishly and turned away.
"So? Why did you have to go to detention? Because you fought?"
"Why are we still hanging out with each other?" When asking this, Cartman was still looking out the window and his voice no longer sounded so amused.
"What?" He could only say, because he wasn't expecting that.
"Didn't you ask yourself that this week?"
"You felt crappy on Monday about this thing. If you keep hanging out with me, this will likely happen again and again. You are aware of that. I'm better off without you anyway." That didn't sound like that at all, the redhead thought to himself and now he really wanted to know what was going on in the last few days.
"Just let me get out and we'll forget about it." It was suggested to him.
"Could I at least have an explanation?" At least he deserved that.
"I'm shitty about being human and knowing people, ok?! You got the best grades from the four of us. So why don't you check out how stupid it is to hang out with me? Why are you still doing this at all? Haven't you said many times before that you wanted to get rid of me the most? Here's your free ticket." It was thrown harshly at him and looked angry with clenched fists. He couldn't say exactly who the anger should be directed against here. If he tried to hit him, it was his own fault, too, because he knew how the heavyweight would act if someone cornered him.
"You used to gulp a lot of crap and often wished that I would die..." A hand on his mouth wouldn't let him finish the sentence. Cartman took his arm back slowly and he didn't say anything further at first because he had the feeling that he should wait so that the other could explain what this wanted.
"Yes, I always wanted to get rid of you before. You knew everything better and you kept spoiling the fun. Always wanted to stick to some rules and regulations and it really hasn't gotten any better until now. A nerd who attaches himself to every teacher and forces his friends to get the best out of themselves. He doesn't even let the stupid, hopeless people hang like that and has to mother them too. It's really awful with you, Kyle." First the driver wanted to complain. After all, he could do better than take care of this big baby. And despite everything, he still came here because this guy was one of his friends. When he noticed that the boy next to him was trying for a compliment, he thought about everything for a moment. Well, something like that didn't come out easily from this buddy. At least when it came to such matters.
"I cut the fence." Before he could answer, Cartman continued, but looked out the window on the side again.
"Yes, it was planned to spray the wall beforehand. But only this week." The fists were clenched again.
"And definitely not with that shit!" It sounded louder in the car. A moment passed in silence as his friend calmed down again.
"Because the four of us don't have that much time for each other anymore, I thought that I would follow Heidi's advice and also meet new people. It totally backfired. That's why I think its better when we don't see each other anymore."
"No."
"No? This is not a stupid question and answer game here. I'm not doing you any good." As that was being stated, the curly hair felt very different. Maybe because his buddy never looked so serious. Ok, that happened before, but not for reasons like that.
"In theory, none of the four of us is good for the others." He gave his opinion and at the same time pondered why Cartman was increasingly hanging out with Heidi again. It was actually none of his business.
"Ouch. Thanks for the encouragement. I still understand about Stan, me and you. But Kenny is really an angel. Except that his parents are too lazy to go to work, there's nothing wrong with him." Chatted his conversation partner, who was trying to switch on his phone, but that made no sound because the battery was certainly completely down.
"Dude, he's like a stray dog sometimes! He just peed on the wall of a house last week." And it really was. Sometimes Kenny was genuinely posh and polite, but other times, like a wild animal that had never heard of civilized rules. Which went down well with thugs, because nobody wanted to hit the blonde boy because they were afraid fleas or something like that would jump over him. But the guy's hygiene didn't look so bad, because nobody in this school asks when the showers are in use.
"Hey, he just marked his territory." Cartman joked and then simply plugged the dead phone into his car. The owner didn't even mention anything and started the motor, to get away from here at last. After all, the evening didn't get any younger.
"Then everything is cool between us?" At the question, a hand was on his forearm and he looked there thoughtfully for a moment. The hand was then uncertainly withdrawn.
Kyle actually wanted to know who his buddy was fighting with. But in the end it wouldn't do him any good either. No matter who it was, the person was already punished for the graffiti because the boy next to him could deliver blows really well. Even if he himself was actually against violence, sometimes such people only understood this language. Done and happened. At least he made up his mind to act better next time even if he always hopes that it won't happen again.
"There will probably be more idiots like that. But I'm glad you're on the right side. The more important question is, whose thing did you immortalize on the wall?" That finally brought a grin on Cartman's face.
"Well, do you want to see the beauty in nature?" Was said jokingly to him.
"If you open the zipper of your trousers now, you can take the bus!" The curly-haired pretended to be offended, but a moment later they both laughed at the fact that a penis was being sprayed on the public school building. This ride felt better than any other before. He knew that there would be lousy days with Cartman again, but when it comes down to it, he can count on him.