Chapter 3: Intoxication?
I think I had been walking for half an hour now. Or was it ten minutes? Oh, I forget.
Lalala~
…Staring down at my hands, I noticed a large glob of chocolate, dripping out from my fingers. Crap, had I been eating sweets? I think I must have. I never felt… so… so high before. I knew I was diabetic and shouldn't be doing this, but I never tasted anything so delicious before! Screw diabetes. If I was going to die anyways, why can't it be off of something so sweet and savory? Something like candy?
So, completely pushing my restraint aside, I skipped merrily down a meadow of gigantic lollipops until I found a huge, cherry flavored one, I think, and plucked it from the ground.
This close from unwrapping it, I jump back in surprise when I felt something touch me from behind.
Kenny? Where was Stan? Why wasn't he here?
"Dude, Kyle, you're going to kill yourself. You know what eating that will do to you. Now be a good boy and give it here."
Frowning at him, I held tightly onto it for a second, not wanting to let go for a moment, but I knew he was right, and turned it over to him.
"Good Kyle." He patted me on my head like I was some child that had just done something worth being proud of, like not stealing a cookie out of the jar until after dinner. Gosh, it was almost embarrassing. "Now you promise to behave yourself from now on?" Kenny smirked his usual sexy smirk, winking at me.
"Yeah, yeah." I replied childishly, looking down apologetically to add to the illusion.
"`Kay. Now let's get out of here. Stan's worried sick you know? `Fraid you got yourself into trouble. And no, don't worry, I won't tell him about this, alright?" Ken held out his pinky, expecting me to shake back or something. And when I didn't, he shrugged, unzipping his orange parka. "Dude, who knew it would be this hot in here? Come on, you should take off your hat. I'll even hold it for you."
And without my permission, Kenny snatched my precious green cap from off of my head and hid it in the pocket of his parka. "Don't worry, I'll give it back to you before we leave." He said, reassuring me. "Now come on. We spent enough time here." He held out his hand, still treating me like some helpless child, expecting me to take it or something. So I kindly refused by shoving his hand out of the way.
Ken just sighed, and I followed after. Or… I tried too. I collapsed mid-step, falling into the arms of someone behind me. But who was behind me? Anyways… I knew now that the chocolate I drank from that waterfall or something wasn't just chocolate.