Chapter 18

-A call.

Kimmy slammed the door on her way out, making Stan feel like an asshole. Was he? Something told him he was, but there was something else that told him it was her fault. He leaned back into an armchair, and began looking for something to do. It would be awhile before Cartman could speak, and until then...

"Woman troubles, huh?"

"What the fuck?!" Stan suddenly jolted up from his chair, not realising he had been sleeping.

Kyle was standing on the other side of the room, surpressing laughter. And doing an intentional bad job of it.

"She's a fisty one, aint she? I am woman, here me whore huh?"

"Fuck off."

"Make me."

"You're such a fucking child, leave me alone."

"And you're such a fucking adult. You're no fun anymore."

"What do you want?"

"Dont ask questions you already know the answer to."

Stan made a quick glance over his shoulder at Cartman, then stood up protectively.

"No Kyle. This has to stop somewhere."

"I agree. Just as soon as I'm done with Kimmy."

"You leave her out of this!"

"Make me."

This isnt going anywhere. Stan thought, You cant reason with him, hes like a fucking little kid. Wait a minute...

"Kyle, how old are you?"

"What does that got to do with it?"

"Just answer the question."

"Ten and three quarters, exactly."

He choked back a laugh, which was probably completely innapropriete for the situation.

"You sure as hell dont look like one."

"Well, thats not my fault."

Yes! It was working!

"Really?"

"Well, yeah, I didnt want to look like this."

"Then why do you?"

"I dont know! Why are you so interested?"

"I'm not."

Kyle had no smart ass thing to say this time. He looked positivly lost. Or really pissed, one or the other.

"I'm leaving."

"Please do."

Now he really did look pissed. Except it was the kind of anger a kid gets, when they dont have something annoying to say.

There was soft whining sound from the side of the room, and when he turned to look, Stan saw that the window was creaking from a sort of unseen pressure.

He smiled, then turned to Kyle, and waved goodbye. Kyle gave one frustrated look, then left the room. As he went through the door, the window cracked. It didnt explode like it probably did around Cartman, but it cracked none the less.

Ten Kyle poked his head though the doorway again.

"Hey Stan, better wake up! I think Kimmy needs you!"

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Kimmy waited silently outside the asylum, waiting for the bus. It was raining, more like storming. (metaphoricly too!) And she had probably missed the bus, with her luck.

From around the corner, a dark blue civic turned the corner, and stopped in front of her. Stan peered out the window.

"Want a ride home?"

Kimmy was still slightly mad at him. "Not unless you say sorry."

"I'm sorry."

She still hesitated, but finally gave up and got inside. The doors made a little clicking sound, as they locked. It was all going so smoothly, 'Stan' couldnt help but smile.