A/N: Thank you guys for the reviews! It's what keeps me writting :3 Well, that and crappy bottled Starbucks Frappucino. XD
The whole group dynamics will start to get thrown off in this chapter, and things will get interesting 8D yey.
Enjoy!
The Lunch
"Welcome to Raisins, you guys!" sang the well-endowed Raisins girl. "Table for four?"
"Yep!" Kenny said happily. "Well, here we are dude! Do you remember any of this?" Kenny said to Cartman. As the blonde waitress led them to a table near a window, Cartman darted his eyes around the room. He'd thought it would be like, an organic fruit store or something. Nothing like this!
He stopped for a moment while his three friends got seated. Cartman peered at a certain brown-haired customer, who was red in the face and laughing along with one of the waitresses. He wasn't skinny like most of the guys he'd seen his age, but he wasn't fat either. He looked so familiar…
Suddenly the teen looked over and noticed Cartman staring at him. "Cartman! Dude! You're outta the hospital!" he called, as he left his seat and made his way over. A black haired kid who was sitting next to the brunette looked up from the table, shot him a worried look and gave him the finger to his back.
"Oh, uh… yeah…" Cartman said, thinking fast. Goddamn, where did he know this kid from?!
The kid looked at Cartman funny. "Well, how have you been? Did you just get out today?" he asked.
"Ye- yeah, just a few hours ago actually. So uh, how have you been?" Cartman asked almost sweetly.
The kid raised both eyebrows. "Wow. They might have let you out a little early, fatass. You're not sounding like yourself!"
Cartman gave him an angry look while the black-haired kid came over and stood next to his friend. "Aye! I'm pretty fucking sick of everyone calling me fat!" Cartman retorted.
"Cartman! You're alive. When'd you get out, lard ass?" the other kid asked.
"Goddamnit!" Cartman said louder.
"Dude, what the hell?" Kenny said, walking towards the scene. "Oh, hey Clyde, hey Craig," he said, nodding to each teen casually. Cartman took note of the order he greeted each of them. "Dude, do you know who they are?" Kenny asked happily.
"Well I thought I recognized shit-head here but now I wish I didn't!" Cartman replied angrily.
"What the hell's going on, Ken?" Clyde said curiously, putting his hands in his red hoodie's pockets. Craig glanced over towards where the other boys were seated and gave them the finger, grinning.
"Well, Cartman here has amnesia. He was supposed to stay at the hospital until he went back to normal but I persuaded his mom to let him out early!" Kenny said, smiling.
"Ohh! That's why he's acting so weird!" Clyde said. "Sorry, man!" he went on, slapping a hand to Cartman's shoulder.
Cartman nodded and rubbed his head. This sucked…
Kenny continued talking to the two while Cartman made his way to the table where Stan and Kyle were seated and slumped down across from them.
Kyle turned from his conversation with Stan to look at the depressed teen. "Why the long face lar- I mean, Cartman?" he said. Stan greeted one of the waitresses and started talking with her.
"I just wish I could remember everything!" Cartman said exasperatedly. "This is stressing me out, you guys. I'm so seriously…"
Kyle slowly grinned at the usual words of his annoying friend. "I wouldn't worry too much, uh, dude…" he said awkwardly. He wasn't used to talking normally to Cartman or speaking to him without using the words 'fat' or 'sack of shit'. "I'm sure your memory will come back soon," he said, wondering if he even wanted that to happen.
Cartman smiled back. "Thanks, Kahl. I'm glad I have a cool friend like you who isn't an asshole and keeps calling meh FAT!" he yelled the latter towards Kenny, who looked over and stuck out his tongue while he continued talking to Clyde. Kyle laughed.
"Dude, you want the mozza sticks right?" Stan quickly asked Kyle. The waitress looked at Kyle with a pad and pen in hand.
"Oh, uh, yeah," Kyle said distractedly. "So why did you start talking to Clyde, Cartman? Did you recognize him?"
"Well, I guess so. It's like, here me out right nyao. Like, say he was curly fries, and, like, he's behind a door. Well- follow me here- I could like, smell him, but not see who he really was, you get me?" Cartman tried to explain stupidly.
Kyle rolled his eyes and smiled. "Sure."
"Hey guys," Kenny said, finally joining them again. "Hi Mercedes! Large grape soda and a double cheese burger! You're still paying for me, right dude?" Kenny asked, nudging Cartman.
"Oh, yeah. I said I would," Cartman said. "What should I get?"
All three boys stared at him. "Dude. You've never had a problem ordering anything here. Are you sure you're okay?" Stan asked.
Cartman frowned at him. "Well, what do I usually get?"
"Well, you usually get a lot of stuff," Kyle said. "You liked the Zingy Tingy wings, though. And you always got a pitcher of lemonade," he finished, grinning at Kenny.
"Oh. I'll get that, then," Cartman said to Mercedes.
"And I'll just get fries" Kyle said.
"Super! I'll be back soon, guys!" Mercedes said, winking at Stan.
"Why'd you only get fries, Kahl?" Cartman asked.
"I don't like meat that much," Kyle replied, looking out the window.
"Oh, that's kewl." Cartman replied. Kyle smiled.
"Sounds insane to me," Kenny said. "Must be a Jewish thing," he said casually, quickly looking at Cartman after.
Cartman raised his eyebrows thoughtfully at Kyle, who was staring daggers at Kenny. "Oh, I think I knew that! You have a Jew fro too, right?" Cartman said, smiling. "That's why your hair looks so styled down, because it is!"
Kyle continued glaring at Kenny, while Stan laughed. "Thanks a lot Kenny!"
"What?" Kenny said with a grin. "He would have found out sooner or later!"
Cartman looked confused. "Why the douche would I care if he's a Jew or not?"
Stan choked on his water while Kenny and Kyle's mouths dropped open.
"You don't… care… that I'm JEWISH?" Kyle cried.
Cartman gave a worried glance around the table. "Well why the fuck would I?" he said after a moment.
The other three boys gave each other strange looks. Cartman seemed to remember some things, but not others for some reason. Was he going to be changed forever?
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After lunch, Stan, Kyle and Cartman left the restaurant and stood outside while Kenny said goodbye to some of the girls.
"That was pretty good, you guys! This place isn't bad," Cartman said, looking up at the clouds.
"Not bad? You use to love the food here," Stan said. "I thought fat couldn't forget things like that!" he finished, grinning and looking at Kyle.
Kyle looked at Cartman's unimpressed expression and looked down, kicking a pebble. "Come on, Stan. With being fed from a tube for almost a month, he at least lost some weight…" Kyle said quietly. It felt so unnatural sticking up for Cartman.
Cartman grinned smugly at Stan while the dark-haired boy gave his best friend a disbelieving look. "Dude!"
"What, you stupid Goth?" Cartman shot back. "Surprised someone doesn't want to call me fat for no damn reason?"
"Shut up, fatass! I'm not Goth!" Stan retorted.
Cartman crossed his arms and looked away. "You should come over to my house alone, Kahl. I have an assload of candy we can share."
Stan stared at his best friend and crossed his arms too.
"Uh… well…" Kyle muttered, looking back and forth between the two. Cartman was actually being… nice to him. Not just decent, but actually nice. He'd never been faced with this problem before!
Kenny finally joined the guys, with a bright pink kiss planted on his cheek. "So what do you guys wanna do now?" he said, noticing quickly the tension between his three friends. "What's going on?"
"Well, Kahl? Do you want to or not?" Cartman said, ignoring Kenny.
"Uh…" Kyle said, looking down.
"Oh, go ahead Kyle! God, someone you once hated gives you a fucking compliment and you turn to goo! Come on, Kenny," Stan said, gesturing towards Kenny and taking a few steps. "How about we go watch Terrance and Phillip at my place? You assholes can call us when everything's back to normal!" he finished, walking away.
"God, someone sure has sand up her vagina, doesn't she?" Cartman yelled at Stan.
"Oh, come on!" he yelled back.
With an extremely confused look, Kenny ran a few steps after his angry friend and looked back. "You guys call us later and we'll talk, kay?" he called casually, and continued on with Stan.
Cartman and Kyle were left standing in front of Raisins.
"What did that asshole mean, 'once hated?'" Cartman asked.
Kyle looked up. "It-it's not that. It's… well, you always used to rip on me for being Jewish, and you'd always lie, and try to piss me off and all kinds of shit. I always wanted to believe there was some good in you, I dunno… because that's the kind of person I am. I'm just happy to see you the way you are," he went on, rubbing his arm. "Hell, who knows, maybe you can remember your past and stay this way, too!"
Cartman stared back at the Jew with his mouth slightly gaping. "Goddamn, I… I used to be a real… asshole... like, seriously?" he stepped back, looking down. His head ached once again. How could this be? How could he not remember his own personality? What was… who…
"Fuck…" Cartman said, crashing against a fence nearby and groaning.
"Cartman!" Kyle said, jogging over and holding up his large friend. "Maybe I shouldn't have told you that all right away. I'm sorry, let's just forget that and go to your place for now, okay? Don't worry about anything," he reassured, slinging Cartman's arm around him and guiding him towards the brunette's house. Both boys' heads raced with confusion as they made their way.
A/N: Oh teh noes! Cartman favors Kyle over everyone else? Did Stan have a twinge of jealousy in his words? WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN?
...I really gotta stop doing that...
anyways, it's 5 AM now so I'm gonna go get some fucking sleep xD
All reviews are loved, my friends!