Kyle's POV
Tweek and I have classes today, Wednesdays are the only days where Tweek and I drive to campus together. Ever since that accident, Tweek's parents kinda reconsidered letting him keep the car if that was what he was capable of, leaving the three of us to share my car now.
Tweek and Kenny have to use it to get to work so I being the nice guy let them use it while I normally take the bus to school, kinda like when I was a kid.
"So, you have any luck on finding your silver-eyed beauty?" I ask him a little while after dropping Kenny off to work.
"Oh god, do you two really have to call her that?" He groans with his hands over his face. "And no, I'm not even sure if she goes to Boulder."
"Well, if it turns out she doesn't, we can always go back to Styx to find her if she means so much."
"It's not just that she 'means so much to me', it's more like… Urgh, I don't know how to explain it. You don't understand, Kyle. No one's ever danced with me like that before, even drunk. It felt so good to not have to worry about being in control or making the first move."
"No, I think I do." I say dejected and Tweek starts to panic, seeing how he stuck a nerve.
"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I know your problems with…"
"Its fine, Tweek." I give him a reassuring smile, I know what he meant and I'm glad that he feels this strongly for someone.
"Have you heard anything about that girl Charlie yet?"
"No, last I heard was her aunt telling me that she found her sister, but no Charlie. I think she escaped. So I guess it's a good thing… I just wish I knew that she was ok." I sigh, Dr. Nixon's news should make me feel better but I can't stop worrying how she's dealing with it all, being alone in the cold autumn winds.
We split up and head to our classes. My other classes are pretty dull, just like high school but Psychology just really fascinates me, I love the scientific explanations about the workings of the mind, the breakthroughs people have made and the evolution of psychiatric treatment. Today she mentions a bit about mental disorders, mainly about depression.
It's hard to pay attention in class when that topic reminds me of 2 of my friends, Charlie who looks so broken, I'm not sure if she'll make it on her own; and Stan who's cynicism reminded me a bit of depression, I know it's not the same but the way he just disregarded everything as shit when we were kids made me make that connection. Thankfully he looks a lot better than he did better.
Maybe if he wanted to, we can try being friends again.
I sigh at the thought of us being close again, I shouldn't get my hopes up. I abandoned him, he has every right to be mad at me.
Hell, I did it again when I left the hospital that day, I want to believe that we can be friends again but what he said to me when I tried to talk to him when I was 12 makes me think otherwise, it make me so mad that he could just switch between hot and cold whenever he feels like it.
Who's to say he won't lash out at me again?
Who's to say he isn't just playing me?
After class, I decide to walk back to clear my mind. A bus ride is much faster but it's not impossible to walk, it's times like these that I miss South Park, Everything was so close to each other.
20 minutes of walking and I arrive at the front gate, I rush into the house then to my own room and take off my wet coat and hat, letting them make their home on the floor. Cold, windy weather and a long walk doesn't seem like such a smart move now that I think about it. I make my way to the bathroom, a nice shower and a relaxing nap bundled up in bed. Now that sounds like a great way to spend the afternoon.
Just as I'm drying my hair, I hear a knock at the door. "Kenny! Get the door!" I get no response. That's weird, Kenny usually gets back around now to get ready for his DJ session at 8. Looks like I'll have to get it.
I slip on my sleep wear I brought in with me, the warm feeling and steam from the showers still making me feel a little dazed as I walk down the stairs to the door, "Who is it?" I ask.
"It's your new housemate." Crap, it's today?! I'm not gonna give the best first impression with a wet head in PJs, I'd go up and change if I hadn't experienced the weather, no one should have to wait through that.
I try and make myself somewhat presentable, take a deep breath and put on a welcoming smile. "Hey, sorry about that…" I feel my jaw hit the ground. I stare that person right in the eye, those azure blue eyes that takes the breath out of me.
Stan's POV
The look on his face when he finds out who his new housemate is, man I wish I could take a picture of it. I must have disturbed him in the shower or something, his hair's still wet, his cheeks flushed from the steam and heat radiated from off him. He finally calms down from his shock and starts talking again.
"S-Stan? What are you doing here?" He asks with a stuttering stupefied expression
"I told you, I'm your new housemate." I said matter-of-factly. "I'll be living here from now on."
"Are you sure you've got the right house?" He asks again hesitantly.
"Yup, this was Ms. Thompson's place, right?"
I hand him a piece of paper with the address on it, he takes one good look and tenses up a bit. I know he might not want to see me, but he straight up looks scared of me, like I'm such ruthless hunter cornering a helpless prey.
He suddenly looks at me with that look, the look he gives when he comes up with something or figures something out.
"Wait, Kenny told me that the person moving in bought this place from Ms. Thompson. THAT WAS YOU?!"
"Kinda, Cartman pulled some strings and you know him. I don't wanna know what he did it to-"
"CARTMAN?! As in Eric Theodore Cartman?" He screams so loudly I'm surprise no one look out to check. "As in the racist fatass that we grew up with?"
"The same one, and as fucked up as ever." I nod, much to Kyle's detest.
"Christ, I thought I was rid of him once he moved out of South Park. He's not moving in too, is he?" He asks warily.
"No, it's just me."
"Hey, hey, Kyle. Guess who's back?" Kenny shouts as he makes it to the front gate, he seems shocked that I'm here too.
Doesn't anyone know that I am moving in?
"Ahem." He clears his throat awkwardly. "Hey there Stan, you're moving in with us?"
"Yeah, did no one know?"
"Uhh… Let me show you to your room. Kyle, help Stan move his stuff in." Kenny brings me into the house and I take a good look at the place.
Damn, this is way better than my apartment back in Denver. How much did they have to pay for this? I follow him up the stair and he stands in front of a door.
"Ok, Stan. This is your room. Tweek's room's next door and Kyle's is the one at the corner, next to the stairs. I stay in the basement, Tweek didn't want it, something about underwear gnomes getting to him if he was underground. Plus, I doubt you guys would appreciate the noise."
"Uhh… Thanks Kenny." I open the door and we enter the master bedroom, it's well furbished with a dresser, a desk and chair along with a king-sized bed.
"So are there any rules I need to know about?" I ask.
"A few, Kyle puts a sign on his door when he's studying so don't bug him unless it's important, I bring people back sometimes so don't be too surprised to see random guys or chicks in the morning."
"You're bi?" I raise an eyebrow, I guess I shouldn't be so skeptical. He has been known as kind of a whore when we were kids and I turned out liking both.
"Pan, you cool with that?"
"Hey I'm cool, I play for both teams too." I shrug, he smiles and gives me a fist bump.
"Nice, anyways Tweek doesn't let anyone touch his coffee machine so try not to fuck with it and just ask him if you want any. We have a sticker system for food, green for Kyle, brown for Tweek and orange for me. Don't touch the food that doesn't have your sticker and any food that doesn't have a sticker on it is free for all. We'll get you a colour once you've settled in."
"Kenny, I need to know…about Kyle-" I start but I immediately get cut off from Kyle yelling.
"Stan, what did you packed in here?!"
"Gah! Slow down Kyle. I don't want to break his stuff!" I hear Tweek cry behind him, I guess he's helping Kyle.
"Tweek. You're not gonna drop it." Kyle says as they enter the room, they put the stuff they moved up next to the door and move to where Kenny's standing.
"Oh yeah, uh Tweek has something he has been wanting to say." Kenny nudges him forward. "Go ahead, buddy."
"Hey, Stan. Sorry about what happened at the club that day." He says with a shaky voice and a few twitches.
"Oh…" He's still hung up on that? I almost forgot about that. "It's cool Tweek." I assure him.
Tweek shifts around awkwardly before leaving with Kenny, leaving Kyle and me in the room. Well this is familiar…
"Kyle?" I start, and now I just realized that I have no idea what I want to say to him.
"Look, I'm sorry. Ok? I need to go" He shifts around uneasily, inching slowly to the door.
"Dude, I'm not mad about the club incident." I try to walk closer to him but with every step I take, he takes another one back away from me.
"No- I've just… I'm gonna go." That's the last thing he says before bolting out the door.
"Kyle! Don't run away from me!" I shout as I go after him.
Great, first day here and we're already acting like girls on their periods. I hope this works out, otherwise this is gonna be one of the biggest mistakes of my life.
Kenny's POV
As soon as I make it out of the room with Tweek, I get on the phone and I dial his number.
"Cartman! What the fuck is this?!" I growl angrily into the phone
"Well hello Kinny, nice to hear your poor ass again." He replies nonchalantly. Of course, he'd know I would call. I mean this has his fingerprints all over like Cheesy Poofs
"Dude, this is your stupid plan? Have Stan move in with us? Kyle isn't ready to face him again so soon!" I feel my temper boiling through the roof, when Cartman asked me for our address and said it was essential to his plan, I should have seen this coming.
"And Jew boy is never gonna face him until you force it." He rebukes, sounds so sure of himself. "Look Kinny, I'm the mastermind here. I know what I'm doing and you will respect my authoritah."
"What is this supposed to accomplish?"
"Something happened between those two that made them end their faggy relationship, push them together long enough and they'll finally get the sand out of their vaginas and make up like those skanks in high school."
I let what the fatass say sink in and you know what? It actually makes sense. After a long moment of silence, I hesitantly ask him what I probably should have asked the first time he called. "…Why?"
"What?" He responds incredulously.
"Why are you helping them?" I ask him again. "I know you hate Kyle with every disgusting fibre of your being and I doubt that you care about Stan that much."
"Look, some shit happened after I moved and believe me when I say Stan needs this, especially now more than ever."
Suddenly I hear Stan yelling, then Kyle walking out of the room and making a mad dash to his own. Stan's standing in front of Kyle's door, knocking over and over, trying to coax Kyle into talking. Eventually, the silent treatment on the other side makes Kyle's point clear as Stan walks back to his room defeated.
"Fine but this better work, Cartman." I tell him threateningly, almost reverting back to my Mysterion tone. "I am warning you, if I find out you're doing this to hurt them, I don't care how many times I'm going to hell. I will drag you down with me."
A/N: Oh man, tensions are rising up. Now the boys are living together and I mean what Kyle acting the way he is, it shouldn't come as a surprise that he's trying to run away from Stan again. And this is Cartman's plan all along, whoever didn't see it coming you should go back and watch more South Park. Yes, I am aware that this might be the worst chapter name I have come up with.
Next time, we follow up on how well they're getting along together.
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