Disclaimer: I do not own South Park, and probably will not in the future either.
Author's Note: Okay, so I guess it's been long enough that I could officially say this had gone on hiatus. I'm sorry, I really am. Updates are going to be forever from now on…I am flying back home tomorrow to take care of my grandmother, because she's dying and she needs someone there to help her go through all her stuff. We've always been close so I'm going until school starts again. And then, even though I'll be online a lot (all online classes, yay!) I have to focus to make up for my horrible grades last semester.
On a side note, when I've had inspiration I've been working on other stories. However, from now on I think I won't post them until they're completely written. TOO MUCH PRESSURE! I have like 4 or 5 unfinished stories up here right now lol. So now that you've listened to my pathetic rambling…onward!
Midnight Dream: Chapter Four
Sneaking back inside was much harder than Ike had imagined. To sneak out of the house, he had simply dropped to the ground from his window – well, climbed down, but it didn't take too much effort. Unfortunately, he couldn't sneak back in the same way, because he didn't know how to climb up the side of the house. He finally opted to just walk through the front door quietly. It actually worked, too, until he accidentally hit the one squeaky step on the stairs and his parents came running out to see what was going on.
Being a genius doesn't do you much good when your mind goes blank in critical situations, thought Ike as he stared up into the angry face of his mother. "Hi, Mom," he said with a smile. Maybe he could just bullshit his way out of this one. "What's up?" His mother looked furious. "I could ask you the same question, Ike. What are you doing?" "I was outside," he replied calmly. There was no way he could deny that, what with his coat-and-boots outfit and the fact that snow was now melting on the stairs. "Oh? And what were you doing outside?" He faltered. "Nothing." "Nothing? Nothing!? Ike, I wasn't born yesterday. I'm sorry, but you're grounded until you can give me a satisfactory answer."
So now he was lying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He wasn't really tired, but he didn't really feel awake enough to stay up, either. He sighed, and put his pillow over his head. He really hated being grounded. It didn't happen too often, seeing as his mother would often lift it due to his grades, but it still happened too much, in his opinion. He could feel something that he had never felt before, yet he knew what it was. It was the feeling of being complete. He smiled. It was because he had a best friend now, he knew. And even if Kyle didn't approve of it, did it really matter? He could make his own bad decisions. But he was sure this wasn't one of them.
Cartman still sat down on the bench at Stark's Pond, waiting, although he wasn't sure what he was waiting for. Maybe he was waiting for God to strike him down for being friends with a Jew. Then he jumped up and swore. He realized he had been sitting out in the cold for twenty extra minutes that he could have been home watching television! He half-ran back to his house, panting as he reached the door. He felt odd. Kind of…proud, if he had to put a word to it. He was friends with Ike…wait. What would that do to Kyle? Cartman paused as he entered his home, thinking that the Jew would most likely be very unhappy with Ike's decision. Ike himself might not actually be happy with his decision, but Cartman pushed this out of his mind. All this time, he had the perfect weapon against Kyle…he just didn't know how to use it before now.
The next day, Ike was woken up by a loud knocking on the door. "Ugh…" he groaned as he got out of bed. He noticed Kyle sitting on the couch. "Aren't you going to get that?" Ike shot at him, glaring. "No," said Kyle. Ike groaned again and headed towards the door. "Cartman!" he yelled, and darted behind the open door. "What are you doing here?" Out the corner of his eyes, Cartman could see Kyle staring open-mouthed at him. He tried his best to suppress a smile, and turned to Ike. "I was just wondering if you wanted to come over to my house later today," he directed at Ike. "Sure!" he replied happily, not bothering to look over his shoulder at his brother, who was advancing towards the two friends. "What time?" Cartman grinned. "Whenever you want…I don't mind at all, I'll be there." Ike smiled and ran upstairs, telling Cartman to just wait for him. Cartman moved to step into the house, but found his path blocked by Kyle. "Yes?" he asked innocently. "Cartman! You son of a bitch! What are you doing here?" "First of all, you Jewish piece of crap, your mom is much, much, bitchier than my mom. Second of all, whatever do you mean?" The sweet tone was back in his voice with the last sentence. "Oh, I'm sorry, Cartman," Kyle said sarcastically. "What I meant to say was, your diet must be really unsuccessful because you're fatter than ever." "Ay! Don't call me fat, you fucking Jew!" Cartman screamed. "Then don't fuck with my little brother," Kyle glared at him, a menacing look in his eyes. "I told him to stay away from you. Apparently, he didn't listen. So now I'll tell you: Stay away from him, or you'll pay."
Kyle backed up as Ike ran back down the stairs. "Okay, I'm ready!" he said. Cartman rolled his eyes. Ike was smart, and when he talked you could tell he was intelligent…but he was just so excitable. He still managed to sound like a little kid a lot, if only because of that. It was exasperating. But rather cute, mused Cartman. He stopped short. Cute? Why did he think that? He shook his head to clear the unwelcome thought. "Cartman?" Ike stopped and looked at him. "Are you okay?" "Um…yeah,"he answered slowly. "Fine…just fine." Ike frowned. "You don't sound fine." "I'm fine! God, Ike, stop being such a Canadian." Ike raised his eyebrow but said nothing. Cartman could act like an asshole if he wanted to, after all.
In just another few minutes, they were standing outside the door of Cartman's house. "Are we going in?" Ike asked. Cartman ignored him, and instead screamed for his mother as he pounded on the door and rang the doorbell. "Ah, goddamnit, do I have to do everything myself around here?" He reached under the doormat, but stopped. Where was the extra key?" Ike glanced at him. "You locked yourself out, didn't you?" he asked. "No!" Cartman said, panicked. "Okay, then," replied Ike. "Open the door." He looked over at his friend smugly as he saw anger cross over Cartman's face. "You win, I locked myself out. I don't have the key anymore. Happy?" Ike smiled. "Yes, yes I am." He took Cartman's hand in his own and gazed up at him. Cartman glanced down, shocked. What a fag! How dare he place his hands on him! But before he could shove his friend away from him, the hand was gone, and Cartman wasn't sure if it had ever really been there at all.
Author's Note: I tried to leave you with a cliffhanger…and failed miserably. Oh well. I don't feel like this is written well, and I apologize. I took such a long break I forgot which direction I wanted this story to go in! Agh! Anyway, hope you liked it, even if you did wait a terribly long time for a pathetically short chapter :)