Morning comes and I woke up a few times in the night, mostly to just the random wolf howls and owls. I haven't gotten a good night rest since I've been here, it isn't your usual 5 star hotel. It has it's perks but at least kids in here aren't committing suicide. I get up and like I said my hair is a giant hair ball, I brush through it slightly letting out some winces of pain. But it's good enough to get my hat over it. I get dressed and the guards are standing at our door, once again Daryl is still asleep. So with the joke of theirs they run the mug against the barred door, Daryl shoots up and looks at them. He murmurs something I didn't understand, but I just shrug and head out for the door.
"Where ya headed?" I hear him question.
"Just for a walk." I answer, shutting the door behind me.
I head out to the small basketball court that is pretty damaged with graffiti and other markings from kids, I take a seat on a bench pretty close to the court and lay my head down and watch the kids that are about my age play with the half pumped ball. Where did mum even get this place in mind? I've heard of it from Stan and stuff but I never wouldn't of expected it to be this dodgy. Soon enough I feel my stomach grumble, I get up and head to the cafeteria and surprisingly Daryl was there. I get what was on the list and sit with him.
"Hey um sorry for raising my voice last night." He says playing with his fork.
"It's okay, I shouldn't have poked my nose in someone else's business." I answer politely.
"If you really want to know I can tell you." He says still playing with the kitchen appliance.
"Only if your comfortable with telling me." I state.
"Well me and Henry knew each other before even coming here, we were very close and we lived on the same street. We'd hang out everyday after school, then one day Henry decided to go and do some graffiti on a building in our street, he said he was getting in so much trouble. I decided I couldn't leave my best friend to stay in a stupid place like this, so as well as him I decided to tell a lie that I was with him that night doing graffiti. We weren't put in the same cabin but we'd still hang out every chance we got. Then one day we didn't meet up, he didn't come to our usual spot. I went and checked his cabin and he wasn't there either. I thought that he might've been sick or something. I went back to my cabin and the next day I still went back to our spot. He wasn't there, I checked his cabin out a second time. He was there but he had gotten a new room mate, his room mate must've been on drugs and everything. So when I got there Henry was high and going crazy, I tried to just tell him I'll see him the next day. But he must've taken more than he should have because well. He hit me, and that's when I got this." He lifts up a part of his shirt to reveal a small scar. "I never told him what he did, I just ignored him and let it happen, and let us grow apart. His room mate is gone now, but I just don't know anymore."
His speech made me see so much more to there friendship, it kinda reminded me of when Kenny decided to cheese. I let out a small sigh and talked to him about it some more.
"Why didn't you show him what happened?" I ask.
"Why should I, he wouldn't of cared." His voice cracked.
"Daryl, he was tripping. I'm pretty sure he doesn't even remember you coming to his room that day." I explain.
Just as speaking a little more to him, Henry decided to come sit with us. He took a seat right beside Daryl. I saw Daryl shuffle to the right, moving his plate of food and hang his head low.
"Hey." Henry calls.
"Hey Henry. Look um not getting into business but I just I feel I need to do this, Daryl." I say, Daryl's head shoots right up and looks into my eyes as into say ' god dammit'.
"Look Henry, I've been meaning to tell you something for a real long time." He starts.
"I'm ready for us to talk again." Henry smiles shuffling left and putting his legs to face his old friend.
"You remember your old room mate, Kevin." He calmly states.
"Y-yeh why?" He stutters.
"Look the second day you had him as your room mate, I went to our spot. Were we where supposed to meet. I waited there for a bit and after a while I left and as I told Kyle, you were on drugs that this Kevin gave you. I came in to just tell you that I will hopefully see you tomorrow at our spot. But before I left you..." He trailed off coming to that last sentence.
"Daryl, just tell me." He pleaded.
"You hit me." He mumbled with his head low.
Henry's face was left in shock after what was said and soon enough Daryl lifted up his shirt like he did for me and showed Henry the scar.
"I didn't want to talk to you after that, I didn't think you wanted me to either." Daryl finishes.
"Daryl, I really didn't have any idea. I didn't even remember you coming to my room or anything. All I knew was that well you stopped talking to me. Kevin told me that you came in and said that you didn't like me hanging out with Kevin and you said it was a you or him decision and with my stupidity I told you that I chose Kevin, so I just didn't think you ever wanted to talk to me again." Henry replied.
They kept talking and soon enough we all ended up in small ounces of tears on our face. Henry and Daryl made up and hugged, and the weirdest thing was. Kids started clapping, they both turned around and smiled with the tears on there face hugged once more and cried into each other's shoulders. The clapping died down and both of them sat down.
"Thanks Kyle." Daryl thanks.
"What for?" I question.
"If it weren't for you, me and Henry wouldn't have become friends again." He answers.
"Yeh thanks Kyle." Henry smiles.
They end up talking about what they did when separated it was actually pretty touching. After a bit I wanted to go for a walk, I said goodbye to the pair and strolled through the paths that lead to some sort of garden, it's alright. But most of the plants are dead or torn up. I sit on the small bench that's on the side of some roses, I look up at the sky, close my eyes and breath.
I must've fallen asleep on the bench because the time I woke up it was pretty dark and no one was around. I got up and quickened my pace of walking, I get to our cabin and Daryl's sitting there on the bed. He looks straight up at me and stands up.
"Where have you been?!" He announces.
"I fell asleep in the garden." I answer.
"Well I hope you know what time it is." He ranted.
"Uh?" I fretted.
"It's been a long time since I last saw you." He smiles.
"So, how did you and Henry work out?" I question.
"Yeh, you saw most of the tears and hugs. But the rest of it was talking about each other's room mates. I told him what I thought of you." He claimed.
"What do you think of me?" I observed.
"Well I told him about your relationship with the fat kid." He started.
"You told him about Cartman? Why?" I asked.
"I don't know it sorta just came to mind." He replied.
"It's okay I guess." I smiled.
We both decide to go to bed so I do my afternoon ritual. Clean my teeth comb my hair and get into my Terrence and Philip pajamas. I'm begging to miss my friends so for a while I lay down on the bed just staring at the ceiling I fall asleep after a while, but a couple of hours I wake up to some crash outside. I'm pretty sure it's just a raccoon or something, I get up and go to the bathroom. My hair is a giant poof ball, I wash my face and pull my hat on. But walking to my bed there's someone at my door.
"Who's that?" I question taking precaution.
"Kahl? Is that you?" The familiar voice answers.
"It's Kyle stupid." I snap. "Wait, Cartman?" I responded.
"You bet your Jew ass it is." He mused.
I walk closer to the door to get a glimpse of him, he's wearing all black clothing. He even switched around his usual blue and yellow beanie with a black one. Small tuffs of light brown hair were sticking out from under it, which was pretty cute.
"What are you doing here fatass?" I remarked.
"Coming to your rescue, Jesus Jew what does I look like I'm doing." He whispered trying to get the door open.
"Why?" I uttered.
He didn't respond he just kept going at the door. Finally with all his efforts he got it unlocked, he came in the room only to see my room mate. He grabbed my things and loaded himself with it.
"I can't just leave Cartman. What about when mum comes and collects me?" I reminded.
"Kyle, I'm a genius I'll figure something out. I'll just ring and say something like they hired a bus to drop kids off since so many were being let go that day. I'll drop you off at the door with some guys and all will be fine." He explained.
"Okay, but can I just say goodbye." I disclosed.
"Yeh yeh sure whatever." He boasted taking a stand to the door.
"Daryl, Daryl wake up." I lightly say poking him.
"What? Kyle go back to bed." He murmurs.
"I'm leaving." I said gently.
"Why would your mum pick me up at this hour?" He answers rolling over to face me.
"Well, Cartman's here." I smile.
"Wait the fat kid?" He says looking around.
"Aye I'm not fat! And Kyle hurry it up please." He moaned.
"Would ya look at that, maybe two friendships are being rejoiced." He laughed.
"Yeh anyway, I gotta go. I'll probably see you and Henry around aye. Oh and tell him I said bye." I smirked.
"See you Kyle." He said rolling back over.
"Alright let's go." I say walking towards Cartman.
We head out through Cartman's planned way, and make it out to the main road. We walked down in silence and it's pretty cold, I'm only in light pajamas so soon enough I begin to shiver.
"Cold?" He implied.
"No shit." I respond.
"Here."
He takes off his big black coat and wraps it around me, it really warm and seeing how big it is on me, he laughs.
"Bit big eh." He giggles.
"What made you come get me?" I announced.
"I-I-I couldn't leave you there." He stuttered.
"Yeh you could've of, it's not like you care." I continued.
"Well, then why'd you come with me. You could've rejected." He pouted.
"It's not like I wanted to stay at that dump." I confided.
"Kahl, maybe I just..." He trailed off.
"Maybe what?" I replied looking up at him, he's grown pretty tall and I'm known for being really short.
"Maybe I just care. I didn't see Stan come see you once." He argued.
"He's probably got stuff to do, like homework or hanging out with Wendy. He gets bullied by Shelly all the time and it's only been three days." I babbled.
"And for three days, I was planning to come get you." He snapped.
We were quiet after that, I had to crash at his for 4 days. I'm sure his mother won't mind, and honestly I don't mind either. It's better than the Centre.
"Hope your not afraid of heights. I didn't bring keys, I sorta climbed out the window." He pointed out
"Alright let's go." I sigh making my way up the tree behind him.
We got to his window and he told me to wait on the tree while he goes to the window sill and opens it up.
"Okay just be careful." I called.
"I always am." He smirked behind him.
He was holding on to the window sill whilst his feet were tipie toed on the tree near me. He was trying to do the latch. Then 'click' he got it, he opened the window and pulled himself in. I threw my bags to him, he put them in his room and came back.
"Okay jump." He ordered.
"Jump?! Are you crazy!" I spat.
"Don't worry I'll catch you." He convinced.
"You better." I say taking a shuffle further off the tree.
He leans out with his hands open, and with my leap he catches me. I'm hanging from the window whilst he's holding my hands. There so soft and warm, I hold on tight as he pulls me up.
"I think I'm slipping." I shout.
"Shutup Jew, mum will hear you. And your not slipping." He reassures.
"No I am. Quick pull me up." I panic.
"Okay I'll pull you up real quick on the count of three." He concluded.
"Okay." I mutter.
"One, two, THREE." He lifts me up through the window sill as quick as possible.
The pull sends both of us crashing on his floor, I feel scrapes on my stomach area and arms. I must've scuffed them whilst coming in through the window. I open my eyes and I'm laying on Cartman, I lift my arms up but quickly fall back on his stomach. My arm hurt real bad, I roll off of him and let out a wince of pain.
"You all good." He questions getting up.
"I think I hurt my arm." I croaked.
"Here c'mon then." He reaches out his arm. "I'll see what I have in the bathroom." He finishes.
We head into the bathroom and I sit on the bath edge as Cartman grabs some band aids and a cloth. He comes over to me and kneels down to patch up the scrapes.
"Your gonna have to take your shirt off." He says looking at the ground.
"That's okay." I say unbuttoning the pajamas.
"Show me your arm first." He insists.
I hold out my arm as he gets the cloth and cleans up bits of blood. I wince in pain as he does so, it feels like there's something in it.
"Why does it hurt so much?" I start. " I only slid through the window." I conclude.
"You must've slid through something else. You've got a piece of glass in the topper part of your arm." He says examining my arm.
"Shit, do you think you could get it out?" I ask looking down at him.
"Yeh probably, I'll get some tweezers." He says getting up and looking in the mirror cupboard.
He gets a pair and tells me to sit on the side so he has a better view of the glass. He pulls it out with cation and throws it in the bin, he gets the cloth and cleans it so it doesn't get infected. He grabs a band aid and sticks it on gently.
"Thanks Cartman." I intoned.
"That's okay, what about your stomach?" He commented.
I look down and my belly has a few scratches. I examine it and it's not that bad, I pull my shirt back on and button it up.
"Nah just a few scratches." I reply.
We head back into his room, I grab my things and put them neatly in a corner. I turn around and Cartman's only in his underwear. I turn back around and pretend to rummage through things, I look back and sneak a few glimpses of his body, he's chubby but a cute chubby. Wait what? Cartman isn't cute, he's an asshole. I try and wipe away the thoughts of Cartman being 'cute'. After I see him fully clothed I zip up my bag and turn around only too see him rubbing his back awkwardly.
"I've only got one bed." He says awkwardly.
"That's okay, I don't mind." I answer.
"I can sleep on the floor I guess." He suggests.
"Cartman don't be silly, I'm sure there's room for both of us." I assure.
"Okay then." He shrugs.
I get in and he shuffles over so he's not touching me, I pull a small amount of duvet over me and get comfortable. It's pretty awkward too since we have to share a pillow, I don't mind though. It's pretty cold so soon enough we find ourselves pretty close to each other.
"Kahl?" I hear him question.
I don't respond, I didn't exactly feel like talking. His bed was so comfortable and warm. I just murmur and move a little.
"Oi Jew." He repeats.
Like I said I don't feel like answering, I decided I wanted a good nights rest anyway. About 10 minutes later I hear Cartman for the third time say my name, I don't respond. I feel him move closer towards me, almost my hip to his. I'm lying on my back so each arm is on my sides, I'm also taking precaution of my left arm. Because of the glass. I feel something reach for my hand, it's Cartman? Is Cartman holding my hand? What the hell. I let him hold it for a while, it actually feels quite soothing. But after a while I pull away.
"Cartman." I finally answer.
"K-Kahl, I thought you were alseep." He stutters.
"Yeh, well why are you holding my hand?" I question.
He doesn't answer. Neither would I mean, he just got caught holding his least favorite persons hand. I turned to my side to see him flushed pure red, it's pretty adorable if you ask me.
"Cartman, d-d-do you like me?" I ask nervously.
"Pfft, who would like a Jew? I mean look at you, you were ranked the ugliest kid in our class. Why would I like you?" He declared.
"Well, one you came and got me from the Centre and two right now I found you holding my hand." I say calmly.
"So, what if I do like you?! What if I'm gay?! I don't care, you wouldn't give a shit about me either and the world would be glad to be rid of me." He says getting up and walking to his door.
"Cart-"
"I'll see you in the morning." He says shutting the door and walking to the lounge room.
Did that just happen? Did Cartman just say he liked me? I'm so confused. I lay in the bed. Trying to proceed of what just happened. So what Cartman likes me. It's not that bad I guess. He's alright, and his cute tuffs of brown hair when he came and got me was cute. Wait? Do I like Cartman? What if I do? What will Stan think? Who cares what Stan thinks it love stupid. I started rolling around but I didn't seem to be comfortable at all. I get up and walk to the bathroom. I splash water over my face and rub my eyes, I walk out and look into Cartman's room. Then I look downstairs. I find myself walking down the stairs and seeing him on the couch.
"Cartman?" I say walking towards the couch.
"What." He exclaims.
"Come back upstairs, it's cold down here and you don't have any blankets." I say with worry.
He looks up at me in confusion, I give him a small smirk. He just laughs and gets up to join me. We head back upstairs and into the bed, we are really close this time. Like I said it was cold, even thought it was cold. I don't think he would've needed to be so close to me, his fatass would've warmed most of his body. But I enjoyed being close to him myself. Soon enough I fall asleep with my body pressed against Cartman's.