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Oh my my my. Yeah, It's been roughly a week since I updated. I wasn't planning on postponing it this late, but I'm a HUGE procrastinator. I finally managed to get this chapter finished! I'm not really sure about this one to be honest. I'm half asleep, my head is pounding, and I haven't slept since yesterday xl I might end up changing this chapter a bit when I'm fully awake? Maybe not xD I just really wanted to get the plot moving.
So if this chapter is really strange at all, in any way, I apologize.
I do not own South Park! Trey P and Matt S do!
Kyle pulled out a blue comforter, along with a thinner white sheet from his closet, and placed them on the floor. He picked up the comforter, shook it open, and laid it neatly next to his bed.
"There." Kyle said, pointing at the floor.
"Okay, that's nice. Now where will I be sleeping?" Cartman replied.
"What do you mean, fatass? This is where you'll be sleeping."
"On the floor? Well, I thought as your guest, you would at least let me sleep on your bed."
"Cartman, you're not sleeping on my bed. You're already sleeping in my house, surprisingly sleeping in my room, but you're not sleeping on my bed. So can we just start this project?"
"Well, Fahn!" Cartman hissed, mumbling insulting words that were barely audible as he searched through his backpack for supplies. Kyle rolled his eyes and took a seat in front of his computer on his desk. He picked up his book bag and took out the folder that held the details on the project.
"Okay, so, our project is specifically on… the sun. Well, it won't be that hard to write a report on the sun. Do you think you can start working on the model, Cartman?"
"With what? Notebook paper?"
"No, dumbass. I have a box of common project supplies in the corner near my toy box. You can look in there to find some things you may need in order to build a model of the sun."
"Why am I building the model? Why can't you do the model and I write the report?"
"Because when you write reports, you always end up writing about how the Jews are trying to take over the world, regardless of what the topic is."
"That's because it's true! You know it Khyle!"
"Yeah, whatever. Just start the model."
"In denial." Cartman grumbled as he headed for the box. He spotted plenty of crayons, a cardboard paper, glue, yarn, some colorful metal-y bendy shit, etc. As he continued to search for supplies, he luckily spotted a spherical foam ball that fit perfectly between his two hands, which would make a great base for the sun. He took that, along with a water paint tray, glue, and yellow and orange construction paper. "Alright." He thought to himself. He brought the supplies to the center of the room and plopped them down on the floor along with himself. He stared at the supplies while in deep thought.
Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, he started to cry. The tears were uncontrollable. Cartman was confused and sad at the same time, not knowing why he was crying. He pulled the sleeve of his sweater over his hand and used it to wipe at his tears.
"Did you find anything to – Cartman?" Kyle said as he turned around on his leather computer chair.
"Cartman what's the matter?"
"Nuh-nothing, Jew," Cartman cried as his voice cracked in a slightly higher pitched voice than usual. Cartman suddenly came to terms with the fact that his house was really gone, along with all of his belongings. He was something he never thought he would be in his life – homeless. Everything he treasured – gone.
"You're crying." Kyle was both worried and scared, had he never seen Cartman cry with such sorrow.
"No, no I'm not." Cartman said, wiping the evidence off of his cheek.
"Yes, you are. Your eyes are watery and puffy and I can see the water on your cheeks."
"No, you can't, Khyle."
"Yes I can, Cartman."
"No you can't Khyle. You can't see me crying! You can't see water on my cheeks – I'm fahn!" Cartman shouted. Kyle looked at him with a blank face, not sure what his reaction should be.
"… Fine." He finally said, turning back to his computer screen, and continued to type. Cartman's palms were placed on his forehead, partially covering his eyes, attempting to push back the tears that just wouldn't stop. His nose started to turn pink. His head pounded and his mind was scattering all over the place. He suddenly felt something hit the side of his torso. When he looked up, he saw a Kleenex box next to his knee. He looked up at Kyle whose eyes were still glued to the computer screen.
"Ugh." Cartman wanted to say thank you, but the pride he held was too strong (and stupid), so instead he said,
"Cheep Jew with your 1-ply box of tissue papers."
"It's one more than what you have." Kyle said, with a smirk on his face, yet not quite smiling. "Just get that diagram done."
2 hours passed by, and Kyle had completely finished the report. Mrs. Broflovski brought their dinner to them upstairs, since she knew they would be busy working on their project. They both ate their Potato latkes with a bit of sour cream, which surprisingly tasted great to Cartman. Since Kyle finished the report, he was helping Cartman with the sun. Cartman painted the entire ball yellow, and sat it on top of a piece of construction paper to let it dry. Kyle was creating a stand for the ball, while Cartman was cutting out the 'rays' of the sun. They were both silent for a long period of time.
"So," Kyle said, breaking the calming quietness, "You feel like telling me why you broke down into a pussy earlier?"
"Khyle, the last thing I am is a pussy, alright? And if I may add, that was a manly cry."
"Oh, yeah." Kyle said while letting out a slight chuckle.
"…I'm still pissed as hell though. My mom shouldn't have left the damn oven on."
"The oven caught on fire?"
"That's what she said. Everything I own is gone except the clothes on my back. Even my Xbox."
"That's weak dude."
"Yeah. Mr. Kitty is missing as well, not sure if he went down with the house or if he managed to escape."
"Like I said before, it's called 'Karma', and it can be quite a bitch sometimes."
"Khyle, don't start with that Karma crap again. My mom made a dumbass mistake. It has nothing to do with shit coming back at me because I called you what you are."
"… You know," Kyle started, "I would further explain to you at how your way of treating people would come back to bite you in the ass, but you're just too damn ignorant for me to even want to even talk to you."
"Good, let's leave it that way, Khyle." Cartman mumbled, leaving Kyle with a slightly irritated face. Kyle didn't understand why Cartman intended to be such a bastard all of the time. Even when Kyle tried to be somewhat considerate, he would come up with an insulting comment that made him angry as hell.
"I really don't understand you, Cartman."
"And I doubt you ever will."
The project was officially complete. The foam ball was painted yellow, along with yellow and orange construction paper cut into triangles and glued onto the globe which gave a 'fiery' look, along with a really neat stand Kyle made by using a paperclip for the basic support, and some foam sheets to support it entirely. They were completely tired.
"Ughh, next time Kyle, we hire Mexicans. My back is killing me." Cartman said. He was sitting for nearly 4 hours straight, making his bum super numb.
"Agreed." Kyle said in similar pain. He was laying down on his back, trying to straighten out his aching spine. He took a glance at his digital clock: 8:30.
"Well, Cartman. I'm going to take a shower. You can take one after I get out." Kyle implied while getting up from the floor.
"Alright," Cartman yawned.
"I'll leave a spare towel and tooth brush on the counter in the bathroom for you to use, and I'm guessing you'll need something to sleep in…" He went to his dresser and vigorously searched for clothing that might fit him.
"My mom bought me some new outfits and boxers, but I'm guessing she forgot what I'd be sleeping in." Cartman said, looking in the bag his mom brought to Kyle's room an hour ago.
"Here," Kyle threw a pair of sweatpants and a black shirt at Cartman, who apparently wasn't paying attention since it landed on top of his head, triggering Kyle's funny bone.
"AHA HA HA. Very funny Khyle," Cartman said, muffled due to the clothes covering his face. He pulled the clothes off of his head and looked at Kyle with a very annoyed expression.
"Towel's in the bathroom," Kyle said, still chuckling while exiting the door.
"I am so ready to pass out, you have no idea." Cartman said, kneeling down on the comforter located next to Kyle's bed. The clothes Kyle gave Cartman fit him perfectly, strange enough.
"Oh please fatass. You're not the one who had to write a 3 pages report solely on the sun. My fingers feel like matches that've been lit." Kyle replied, plopping down onto his bed face first. Kyle loved the way his pillow felt molded to his face.
"Stop calling me a fatass! I've lost plenty of weight for me to be at a point where I won't be called that, jew!"
"Cartman, you could lose all of the weight you have on you now and I'd still call you a fatass. It's not who you are on the outside, but who you are on the inside, which happens to be a fatass."
"Last time I checked you were the one with the huge ass."
"What was that?"
"GOOD NIGHT, KHYLE." Cartman roared, as he covered himself with the clean bed sheet. Kyle simply shook his head and turned on his back, while slipping the lower part of his body under his blanket. He simply stared at the ceiling, thinking about the long month ahead of him, not knowing if Cartman would be a complete pain in the ass, or if he was thinking too much. Cartman staying in his house wasn't really a big problem. It was the fact that it was coincidentally his house that shocked Kyle. They've had many sleepovers so it didn't come across as uncomfortable, or unusual. It was just… weird. Kyle officially convinced himself that he was thinking a bit too much, so he let his mind wander and drifted to sleep, hoping for a decent day tomorrow.
Kyle found himself running down a dark hallway. He was laughing and smirking as he continued to run towards the dark end. Once he reached the end of the hallway he felt himself falling, an adrenaline rush just pulsing through his nerves as he finally reached the bottom with a trampoline landing. He turned around and was suddenly in a land of big teddy bears. Big, happy teddy bears. The sky was dark, but the land was so bright it came off as a light itself. He turned around and saw a big fluffy teddy bear walk up to him, asking him to be his friend. Once Kyle agreed to be his friend, he immediately felt himself wrap his arms around the bear, hugging and petting it. The bear suddenly became a normal sized teddy, and fell right into Kyle's arms, who brought it in for a kiss on the nose. It started to get dark, as Kyle's body was beginning to gain consciousness.
"Mmm…" Kyle moaned, not wanting to be woken up. Kyle had no idea what the fuck happened in that dream of his, though bits of it seemed to have been slowly fading away from his memories.
Kyle really didn't want to get up though. His bed felt comfortably warm, warmer than it would usually be. His face felt undeniably hot as well. His eyes slowly began to open, blink after blink until he could see clearly in front of him.
For some reason, Cartman was right in front of him, his right arm hanging loosely over Kyle's waist, Kyle's left arm hugging the back of Cartman's neck, and their lips lightly brushing up against each other.
(The dream was supposed to be weird, and totally confusing, because that's how dreams are in real life, right? ._.")
While I was editing this, my eyes wouldn't stay open, so if there are typos, think of them as love. I don't know how I feel about this chapter, but I guarantee the next chapter will be better! Okay, I'm going to dive into my bed and not come out for another 8 hours. So I hope this story kept you busy, and hopefully you like it so far!
Reviews make me super happy (I actually cried at my first review xD) Don't criticize me too badly for this chapter plzz. I was barely awake when I wrote it, so no harsh criticism D: !