Thankyou so much for reviewing! X33 I was kinda down because another story of mine was not getting anything, and I thought it was a good one, so I decided not to update it until someone reviewed. Then I decided to stop being bitter and just start writing again, and now I have this story X333 So thanks again and here's chapter 1!
Disclaimer: I do not own South Park...yet, lol.
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(Kenny)
God dammit! That fat-ass is screwing around with him again...
I dropped my plate on the lunch table and started towards Eric Cartman who, at the moment, was attempting to get Kyle to fight him again. He did this almost everday, trying to prove that he could take him. He just couldn't accept the fact that Kyle beat him up all the time when we were younger, and that he was better than him.
"C'mon Jew! Show me what you've got!" he demanded, slamming his chubby fist down on the table, inches away from Kyle' s tray.
Kyle simply sat there, trying to ignore him. As he got older, this became easier to do since Eric had been ripping on him about his Jewish heritage since we were kids. I always felt as if I should have said something to shut him up, but hey, I wasn't the one being ripped on. I was selfish when I was younger...and I still am now. But now, I know who my friends really are and who really cares for me. He always has, and he even proved it to me by saving my life. If only he knew that I wanted to be more than just friends...if only he knew how much I really loved him. But there were too many things holding me back. Too many...
"DAMMIT CARTMAN!" I heard him scream out.
I snapped out of my thoughts and saw that Eric had tipped over his lunch tray and spilled his food all over his shirt, and a little on his pants. He stood up and faced Eric, being only slightly shorter than him. Eric stared back at him with a triumphant smirk. He waited for Kyle to make the first move. Kyle was shaking from him anger and balled his hand into a fist. Eric's smirk turned into an excited grin and he prepared for a fight with the Jew. His hopes vanished when Kyle sighed heavily and bent down to picked up his tray. He turned his back to Eric, who stood in angry shock at his being ignored, AGAIN.
I smiled. Good for you Kyle...I thought to myself. I watched him drop off his tray at the counter and head towards the bathroom.
Suddenly, Eric ran up behind him and shoved him as hard as he could. Kyle fell forward, but luckily threw his hands out to break his fall before he hit the ground. He whipped his head around and stared angrily at Eric, who was glaring hatefully back at him. He flashed him the finger and yelled loudly.
"GOD-DAMNED JEW! Don't you fuckin ignore me!" he yelled just before he was knocked aside. He triped over his feet when he felt a push and then looked at me. I stared at him with contempt.
"Fuck off! He doesn't want to fight you shithead!" I yelled to him. I went over to Kyle who was smiling slightly as I helped him up. His smile faded when Eric spoke again, a slight chuckle in his voice.
"Heh, whatever fag. I'll leave your fuckin boyfriend alone so you two can go make out, heh heh heh." he laughed out loud and then walked off, probably cursing the fact that he was deprived of a good fight once again.
We watched him go, and then looked around at the other students staring at us. I gave them all a 'look' and they all went back to their food. I then looked back at Kyle, so was trying to clean the food off with a napkin. I smiled.
"Let's get you to the bathroom..."
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I handed Kyle a couple of paper towels. He took them into one of the stalls and I waitied, leaning against the sink.
"Thanks for helping me..." I heard him say from the stall. I nodded knowing he couldn't see me.
"No prob. I'll leap at any chance to teach that fat-ass a lesson." I said, starting to peel some of the cheap paint off the wall next to me.
Nothing was said for a minute or two. The only sound was the chipping of the paint from the wall I was ruining, and our breathing, which seemed to be simultaneous at the moment.
"...Hey Ken?" Kyle asked with some hesitation. I smiled at the fact that he had given me a nickname from when we were kids, and it just stuck.
"Yea?" I answered.
"I'm...umm, I can't get the food off...can you help me...?" he asked quietly. My head snapped up and I looked over to his stall. I blinked a couple times, guessing that he was probably blushing at the way his question sounded. I walked over to the stall and knocked. He opened it and came out. I was right, he was blushing. I smiled warmly and nodded.
I took the paper towel from him and started to slowly clean off his dark-green, long-sleeved shirt. He looked away, trying not to make eye contact, and I did the same. My eyebrows knitted together and I stopped while looking at the shirt.
"Hmm...I think you need to take it off-" I stopped and shut my mouth quickly, seeing Kyle slowly look at me. Shit! I REALLY need to think before I say something...
"I-er, sorry...if you feel uncomfortable, then you can just, uh wait t'll you get home..." I stuttered. Kyle cocked his head in confusion.
"Why would I feel uncomfortable?" he asked. I shrugged.
"Well, you know...cause I'm bi and everything, and I don't want you to feel awkward..." I said. He already knew I was bi, I told him when I turned 13. He was totally fine with it, and he never once judged me, but he never knew that I was bi because of him...I couldn't surpress my feelings for him any longer, and finally came to terms with my feelings. But he just wasn't like me...
"Naw, I'm fine with it. Anything just so that I won't look like a slob the rest of the day." he chuckled. I laughed a little too and he removed his shirt and threw it to me. I caught it and walked over to the sink. As I was washing it, I glanced at him threw the corner of my eye. He was leaning against the stall, his arms behind his back, and staring out the bathroom window. My eyes roamed over his slender abdomen, making my stomach jump. He was so lovely, and I was glad I at least got to see some of his beauty.
I turned off thr faucet and wrung his shirt out before throwing it back to him. He flapped it a couple times to help it dry off and then put it back on. It wasn't completely dry, but at least it was clean. He looked down at his pants which still had some of his jello desert on them and then back at me. He shrugged.
"Oh well, at least my shirt is clean. I'll wash these when we get home." he laughed. I smiled back and we both walked out of the bathroom. DAMN! If only more food had spilled on his pants! I laughed to myself. We both walked back to class, unaware that when we did get home, our semi-perfect lives were going to change for the worst...
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