Chapter IV-
A/N: Here's my next chapter, I think I'm going to write a songfic chapter soon, tell me what you think in a review? ;
Staring out the window in disbelief, Kyle's jaw actually hung loosely open a few inches. Stan was bound to be coming back up soon, 'After all, why would he want to be out there if Cartman was gone?' Kyle couldn't help but think bitterly. He immediately changed as quickly as he could into his pajamas and got into bed, pretending to be asleep when Stan came in ten minutes later. One glance at Kyle and Stan believed he really was asleep, so he quietly changed and got into his own bed. It'd been a long and very confusing day on his part.
Stan's eyes were fixed unnoticed on the back of Kyle's head, quietly thanking God that no one – especially his best friend – had seen what had happened to Cartman. Kyle had joked about Cartman being on drugs before, but Stan thought he actually might be on something now. How often did Cartman do things like that – actually, did Stan want to know?
When Stan finally fell asleep, Kyle sat up and looked at his friend. Why hadn't Stan just told him the truth? Even if he did hate Cartman, his friends should've told him what was happening. Frowning, and feeling as though they'd all just completely betrayed Kyle's trust, he sat leaned against the wall his bed was up against. Maybe he should've tried harder to fall asleep, but way too many things were on his mind.
Kyle finally drifted off, but only for a short while, because when he awoke Stan was still sleeping peacefully. Glaring bitterly at his friend for being able to sleep, Kyle changed without bothering to take a shower, and left with dark circles under his eyes out of the door and down the hallway to where Kenny, Cartman, and Mrs. Cartman were sharing a room. Kyle knocked on the door, and stood leaning against the wall until Kenny opened the door.
"Key Henny," Kyle said tiredly, but Kenny couldn't complain, most people didn't even understand half of what he said all of the time.
"Hi Kyle – er – what's up?" Kenny seemed perfectly awake, even though it was still early, and the sun hadn't even come up. Cartman was still snoring fast asleep, but Kyle wasn't taking chances, he pulled Kenny out of the room and shut the door so that Kyle could talk to him without the chance of being overheard.
"Did you know about Cartman – and Stan?" Kyle said, a strange distance in his voice. Cartman was Kenny's best friend, no matter how little Cartman liked to admit it, and maybe Cartman was being a better friend to him than Stan was to Kyle.
"Cartman and Stan?" Kenny laughed, clearly under the impression Kyle was making some kind of stupid joke. At Kyle's serious face, his laughter stopped, and he looked like he was going to throw up. "You aren't kidding, are you?"
"Yeah, and Stan didn't even throw up," Kyle said, even though that made the opposite of sense. "I saw them – ehm – kissing last night," Kyle wrinkled his nose, it was almost like he was jealous, but that wouldn't make sense. Why should he be jealous?
"That is so –"Kenny broke off instantly when the door opened and a cheerful Cartman came sauntering out. "Morning, Eric," Kenny said with a snicker that Cartman didn't understand until he looked at Kyle's face.
"Hey Jew, hey Kenny – looking glum, what's wrong?" Cartman put on a look of false caring at Kyle's cold expression. "Get a girlfriend but then you woke up and realized it was just a dream? Wait, what am I saying, you wouldn't want a girlfriend."
"I doubt you'd want one," Kyle muttered under his breath, but Cartman kept smiling brightly, acting as though he hadn't heard the words Kyle spoke.
"Didn't catch that, Kyle, what'd you say?"
"I said I'm going to go get breakfast," Kyle snapped quickly, and turned quickly to walk away, his face as red as his hair.
"What's with Jew-Boy?" Cartman asked lightly to Kenny, though he had a pretty strong suspicion he knew exactly what was going on.
"Oh, dunno, Eric... it's almost like he's seen something that would make him sick."
Having nowhere to go but to get breakfast, Kyle retired himself to the buffet the hotel provided. He'd suddenly realized that he hadn't eaten for a while, and he was starving. Not entirely sure how Stan had beat him to breakfast, Kyle's eyes locked on Stan who was wearing the most peculiar of expressions. 'You'd think he'd be happy, having all week to spend with Cartman....' Kyle thought to himself as he watched Stan's angry expression.
Kyle grabbed a plate and shoveled some scrambled eggs onto it and made his way over to Stan, who was sitting alone at a table set for two, "Not interrupting anything, am I?" Kyle said, quite aware that maybe he'd been waiting for Cartman. He couldn't help but think of anything besides the two of them, and it was driving him insane.
"Does it look like it?" Stan said with a small grin, stopping poking at the pancake on his plate that he hadn't eaten any of. "Morning."
"Have fun last night?" Kyle asked innocently as he ate some of the eggs, though somehow talking to Stan he didn't feel all that hungry anymore. Still, he couldn't help but be sickened with his friend.
"I didn't go back out skiing," Stan said quickly under Kyle's gaze, he didn't know why he felt nervous, but it was as if Kyle was keeping something from him.
Cartman and Kenny came walking down at that moment before Kyle had a chance to respond, and though Kenny stopped to grab a plate, Cartman just walked right over to them. Noticing there were only two chairs, Cartman decided he could easily anger Kyle again. It was just too easy.... Cartman nudged Stan to move as he sat on half of the chair, carefully watching Kyle's face for expression change.
It wasn't Kyle's face that moved, though, rather his hand which had been holding his fork starting shaking violently and he accidentally dropped the silverware. Reaching down to pick the fork up, face flaming embarrassedly, he missed the annoyed look Stan sent Cartman.
"You can't sit in the same chair as me, Cartman, you take up more than one on your own," Stan said as he uncomfortably tried to position himself in the chair. Kenny raised an eyebrow as he came over to them, an alarming amount of food piled on his plate. Instead of trying Cartman's tactic, he grabbed a chair from another table and pulled it up next to them.
Kyle, ignoring anything Cartman and Stan said to each other, eyed Kenny's plate, "Do you think you have enough food there, Kenny? I know you're poor but... God!" Kenny muttered something offensive as he began eating through all of the food. At that moment, Stan stood up with a finally glare at Cartman, and turned to leave.
"Got feeling for Stan, Fag-Boy?" Kyle said, deciding he liked that name more than Fat-Boy. Kyle was keeping his voice as calm as possible, he thought it'd be weird if he jumped up and starting fighting with Cartman on the ground.
Cartman gave another sickening smile he'd worn before, "Jealous?"
Neither Kyle nor Kenny could think of a response, so they just stared blankly at him, in surprise. "But to answer your question, I don't have 'feelings' for Stan, though he's quite taken on me. Quite bothersome, really, what he did last night. Did either of you catch that?"
Kyle's face was turning brick-red at what Cartman was saying, Stan wasn't like that, no one could like that piece of lard... yet he had seen it. Still, why did Kyle care if Stan was being an idiot? Without thinking, or even caring what his reasons were anymore, Kyle launched himself at the obese boy, punching every part of him as hard as he could.