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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"January 22supnd/sup Con'D/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"Eric twiddled his thumbs in the lunch room. Kyle sat across from him eating his lunch as if nothing had happened. As if Eric had kissed him and then shoved him away. Hell, the kid had a bruise for it, but he was pushing through it./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"Calmly, Kyle put his utensils down and pushed his tray to the side./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;""So..."Kyle hummed to himself. Eric could see that the other teen was just as long in his own thoughts. But they probably weren't near as panicy as the ones that ran through Cartman's head. Fuck, why now? Why did Kyle have to confront him when he wasn't feeling too good? Of course, he could always blame whatever slipped out of his mouth on the fever. However, doubt and Kenny blocked that thought from even remotely forming in his mind./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;""So he kissed you," Kenny chirped from his seat as if nothing was wrong. He was enjoying the atmosphere of the table far too much for anyone's comfort. Cheeky blonde shit head./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"Kyle choked a bit on air. The redhead's face flushed, and fuck...if the tightening in his jeans was anything, Cartman was definitely fucked for this conversation. Probably both literally and physically./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;""Jesus Christ Kenny," Kyle blustered. He floundered for words before caving in and sighing. "You have no tact."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;""I don't. That's why I don't understand this whole shit! He kissed you and ran. You kissed him, he still fucking ran. Kiss him again. I'll hold his ass down until it fucking clicks!" Kenny giggled as if it were a plan. Eric glowered at him almost daring the blonde to try it./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;""I will fucking kill you, if you so much as grab me right now Poor boy." Cartman growled. Ah, there he was. Normalcy was starting to come back. Screw the fever. He was Eric fucking Cartman. He was damned positive it even said so on his birth certificate. Right where it said Middle Name: Fucking./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;""No, you won't. And no, Ken. That's not how this is going to work." Kyle sighed brushing a hand over his face. "We're going to talk like the civilized..." He threw a sideways glance and delicately arched brow—like shit did he get them waxed?-at the blonde. "Mostly...Civilized."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;""I resent that statement." Kenny pouted throwing his chin onto his cross arms like a kicked puppy. The over dramatic boy sighed longingly. As if asking him to keep his mouth shut for a whole ten seconds was too damn much. Althought, knowing him, it probably was killing him inside./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;""Get on with it." Eric grunted unamused by the antics that were taking place./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;""Fine. Why did you kiss me? All these years and you've just...you've made it your job to make me miserable. Is this just some ploy to fuck with my head?"/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"Wow. Straight to the point huh?/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;""I...Fuck, man. Shit, I don't know." Eric ran a hand through his hair. His mind wasn't really able to process all that was going on right now, and he knew that if he messed up whatever he was supposed to say right now, he'd be fucked for good. Then again...wasn't that for the better? Wasn't it better if he watched Kyle be happy from the sidelines? It's how he had spent his whole life. He'd watched Kyle grow up and protect his baby brother; watched him go on outings with his dad. Hell, he had fucking video taped his coming out to his parents and cheered Sheila on when she had slapped the shit out of her son. It had thrilled him to see the tears build up behind his eyes. And yet, when he had gone home after the blow up, his heart had hurt. His chest had ached and he had confronted his mom convinced he was having some kind of a heart attack./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"Six hours laters, and the doctors had confirmed that it was probably some anxiety./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"Kyle Broflovski had caused Eric Cartman to have an anxiety attack because he was...he was what?/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"He was in love with him?/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"He had a crush on him?/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"Holy fucking shit./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"Eric's eyes widened a bit as he glanced up at the red head sitting across from him. His eyebrows furrowed as he tumbled the words around in his mouth./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;""I uh..Shit..." His voice pitched and cracked slightly./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;""Yea," Kyle sighed softly mirroring his movements. A slight blush fell across his cheek bones as he glared at the table. "That's kinda what I thought. Bebe told Wendy about the party...what you did for me. Said you got Kenny to drive me home," He glanced up at the brunette as if asking for confirmation./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"Eric grimaced but nodded. There was no need to lie anymore. Too much had been exposed./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;""I just...I wanted to thank you Eric...I appreciate you taking care of me, and looking out for me. But...I shouldn't have kissed you," Kyle sighed softly; as if what he was saying was hurting him to do it./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"Eric steeled himself—allowed his facial expression to pan out into nothing. If he showed nothing, then Kyle had nothing on him. He was prepared for this. He knew it would come eventually./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;""I'm sorry," Kyle pursed his lips as he watched the boy across from him shut down. "I'm really sorry Eric. But I'm..."He glanced over his shoulder lightly to a certain raven haired boy who was gushing stupidly over a raven haired female. "I'm with someone else." Kyle muttered before glancing down into his lap as if ashamed to admit./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;""I figured he'd be your fudge packer," Eric snapped straightening himself up. "Whatever...then get the fuck up from this table and leave me alone Kike. You too poor boy!" Kenny yelped jerking back, jutting his bottom lip out. He wouldn't leave though. He knew when Eric was having a break down, and he would stay in an attempt to help the boy through it./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"Not that it would help a lot./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"Not with the way his chest was aching, and the way his hands were starting to shake./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;""Fuck this," Eric snapped at nothing. He leapt up from his spot at the table and stormed out of the cafeteria for what seemed like the millionth time that month. Fucking hell, would he ever get to have a normal lunch at school again? He had avoided the redhead, and then he learned he enjoyed sitting alone, but misery follows him everywhere./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;""Eric wait!" Kenny called out, shooting a confused look at the redhead. "What the fuck? I thought you liked him back?"/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"Eric didn't stay around long enough to hear the answer. There was no need to./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"It had all been set into motion./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"His hands slammed into the front doors of the school as he stormed out and towards his car. His fingers fumbled for the keys lost in one of the pockets of his cargo pants./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;""Eric, wait!" Kenny huffed skidding to a halt and nearly busting his ass on the black ice that littered the parking lot. "Carmtna," He groaned leaning forward, hands resting on his knees. Even if he was quite a bit thinner than the brunette, he wasn't in the shape to chase anyone. In fact, he probably couldn't afford to burn the calories. "Dude, it wasn't supposed to go like that."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;""Well, it fucking did. So it doesn't matter, now does it? He knows how I fucking feel, and I'm the one biting the fucking dust." Eric crossed his arms glaring harshly at nothing. He had momentarily given up on finding his keys. "Jesus christ Kenny," Tears welled in his brown eyes as he nearly collapsed against the car. "Jesus fucking Christ Ken...things were fine. Things were how they were supposed to be. He hated me, and I was okay with that. Why did you have to get involved?!"/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;""I'm sorry..." Kenny bit his bottom lip as he watched the larger boy punch the door of his car. "I didn't...Everything he had said...I didn't know Stan had asked...I thought for sure..."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;""You fucking thought? Kenny that doesn't mean anything when it comes to Stan! That fucking kike would die for that arrogant fucker!" His voice broke in the middle, and that pissed him off more. He was supposed to be the one in control. He had insurmountable ammounts of blackmail on the Jewish boy, and yet all it took was a simple rejection?/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;""I'm sorry," Kenny whispered stepping forward. He reached out and grabbed Cartman's hand softly. "I didn't want you to get hurt," He glanced up at the brown eyes as his own shoulders drooped. Kenny had never seen so much hurt in his friends eyes. "I'm so fucking sorry," He leaned in and pressed his lips against Eric's./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"That gave the brunette pause./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"Because what the fuck?/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"Was the whole fucking town just fulll of fags?/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"Jesus fucking christ, what was he going to do now?/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"January 22supnd/sup Con'D/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"Eric twiddled his thumbs in the lunch room. Kyle sat across from him eating his lunch as if nothing had happened. As if Eric had kissed him and then shoved him away. Hell, the kid had a bruise for it, but he was pushing through it./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"Calmly, Kyle put his utensils down and pushed his tray to the side./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;""So..."Kyle hummed to himself. Eric could see that the other teen was just as long in his own thoughts. But they probably weren't near as panicy as the ones that ran through Cartman's head. Fuck, why now? Why did Kyle have to confront him when he wasn't feeling too good? Of course, he could always blame whatever slipped out of his mouth on the fever. However, doubt and Kenny blocked that thought from even remotely forming in his mind./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;""So he kissed you," Kenny chirped from his seat as if nothing was wrong. He was enjoying the atmosphere of the table far too much for anyone's comfort. Cheeky blonde shit head./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"Kyle choked a bit on air. The redhead's face flushed, and fuck...if the tightening in his jeans was anything, Cartman was definitely fucked for this conversation. Probably both literally and physically./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;""Jesus Christ Kenny," Kyle blustered. He floundered for words before caving in and sighing. "You have no tact."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;""I don't. That's why I don't understand this whole shit! He kissed you and ran. You kissed him, he still fucking ran. Kiss him again. I'll hold his ass down until it fucking clicks!" Kenny giggled as if it were a plan. Eric glowered at him almost daring the blonde to try it./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;""I will fucking kill you, if you so much as grab me right now Poor boy." Cartman growled. Ah, there he was. Normalcy was starting to come back. Screw the fever. He was Eric fucking Cartman. He was damned positive it even said so on his birth certificate. Right where it said Middle Name: Fucking./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;""No, you won't. And no, Ken. That's not how this is going to work." Kyle sighed brushing a hand over his face. "We're going to talk like the civilized..." He threw a sideways glance and delicately arched brow—like shit did he get them waxed?-at the blonde. "Mostly...Civilized."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;""I resent that statement." Kenny pouted throwing his chin onto his cross arms like a kicked puppy. The over dramatic boy sighed longingly. As if asking him to keep his mouth shut for a whole ten seconds was too damn much. Althought, knowing him, it probably was killing him inside./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;""Get on with it." Eric grunted unamused by the antics that were taking place./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;""Fine. Why did you kiss me? All these years and you've just...you've made it your job to make me miserable. Is this just some ploy to fuck with my head?"/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"Wow. Straight to the point huh?/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;""I...Fuck, man. Shit, I don't know." Eric ran a hand through his hair. His mind wasn't really able to process all that was going on right now, and he knew that if he messed up whatever he was supposed to say right now, he'd be fucked for good. Then again...wasn't that for the better? Wasn't it better if he watched Kyle be happy from the sidelines? It's how he had spent his whole life. He'd watched Kyle grow up and protect his baby brother; watched him go on outings with his dad. Hell, he had fucking video taped his coming out to his parents and cheered Sheila on when she had slapped the shit out of her son. It had thrilled him to see the tears build up behind his eyes. And yet, when he had gone home after the blow up, his heart had hurt. His chest had ached and he had confronted his mom convinced he was having some kind of a heart attack./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"Six hours laters, and the doctors had confirmed that it was probably some anxiety./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"Kyle Broflovski had caused Eric Cartman to have an anxiety attack because he was...he was what?/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"He was in love with him?/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"He had a crush on him?/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"Holy fucking shit./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"Eric's eyes widened a bit as he glanced up at the red head sitting across from him. His eyebrows furrowed as he tumbled the words around in his mouth./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;""I uh..Shit..." His voice pitched and cracked slightly./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;""Yea," Kyle sighed softly mirroring his movements. A slight blush fell across his cheek bones as he glared at the table. "That's kinda what I thought. Bebe told Wendy about the party...what you did for me. Said you got Kenny to drive me home," He glanced up at the brunette as if asking for confirmation./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"Eric grimaced but nodded. There was no need to lie anymore. Too much had been exposed./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;""I just...I wanted to thank you Eric...I appreciate you taking care of me, and looking out for me. But...I shouldn't have kissed you," Kyle sighed softly; as if what he was saying was hurting him to do it./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"Eric steeled himself—allowed his facial expression to pan out into nothing. If he showed nothing, then Kyle had nothing on him. He was prepared for this. He knew it would come eventually./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;""I'm sorry," Kyle pursed his lips as he watched the boy across from him shut down. "I'm really sorry Eric. But I'm..."He glanced over his shoulder lightly to a certain raven haired boy who was gushing stupidly over a raven haired female. "I'm with someone else." Kyle muttered before glancing down into his lap as if ashamed to admit./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;""I figured he'd be your fudge packer," Eric snapped straightening himself up. "Whatever...then get the fuck up from this table and leave me alone Kike. You too poor boy!" Kenny yelped jerking back, jutting his bottom lip out. He wouldn't leave though. He knew when Eric was having a break down, and he would stay in an attempt to help the boy through it./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"Not that it would help a lot./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"Not with the way his chest was aching, and the way his hands were starting to shake./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;""Fuck this," Eric snapped at nothing. He leapt up from his spot at the table and stormed out of the cafeteria for what seemed like the millionth time that month. Fucking hell, would he ever get to have a normal lunch at school again? He had avoided the redhead, and then he learned he enjoyed sitting alone, but misery follows him everywhere./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;""Eric wait!" Kenny called out, shooting a confused look at the redhead. "What the fuck? I thought you liked him back?"/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"Eric didn't stay around long enough to hear the answer. There was no need to./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"It had all been set into motion./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"His hands slammed into the front doors of the school as he stormed out and towards his car. His fingers fumbled for the keys lost in one of the pockets of his cargo pants./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;""Eric, wait!" Kenny huffed skidding to a halt and nearly busting his ass on the black ice that littered the parking lot. "Carmtna," He groaned leaning forward, hands resting on his knees. Even if he was quite a bit thinner than the brunette, he wasn't in the shape to chase anyone. In fact, he probably couldn't afford to burn the calories. "Dude, it wasn't supposed to go like that."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;""Well, it fucking did. So it doesn't matter, now does it? He knows how I fucking feel, and I'm the one biting the fucking dust." Eric crossed his arms glaring harshly at nothing. He had momentarily given up on finding his keys. "Jesus christ Kenny," Tears welled in his brown eyes as he nearly collapsed against the car. "Jesus fucking Christ Ken...things were fine. Things were how they were supposed to be. He hated me, and I was okay with that. Why did you have to get involved?!"/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;""I'm sorry..." Kenny bit his bottom lip as he watched the larger boy punch the door of his car. "I didn't...Everything he had said...I didn't know Stan had asked...I thought for sure..."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;""You fucking thought? Kenny that doesn't mean anything when it comes to Stan! That fucking kike would die for that arrogant fucker!" His voice broke in the middle, and that pissed him off more. He was supposed to be the one in control. He had insurmountable ammounts of blackmail on the Jewish boy, and yet all it took was a simple rejection?/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;""I'm sorry," Kenny whispered stepping forward. He reached out and grabbed Cartman's hand softly. "I didn't want you to get hurt," He glanced up at the brown eyes as his own shoulders drooped. Kenny had never seen so much hurt in his friends eyes. "I'm so fucking sorry," He leaned in and pressed his lips against Eric's./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"That gave the brunette pause./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"Because what the fuck?/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"Was the whole fucking town just fulll of fags?/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"Jesus fucking christ, what was he going to do now?/p