As soon as we step outside Kenny lights up a cigarette.
"So where're we headed after Bebe's?" he asks. I wave the smoke away from my face.
"To bribe Kyle." I stare down at him in annoyance before adding
"Then to Stan's after Kyle agrees."
We walk for a long time, and soon I realize that we had crossed to the entire other side of town. Strange, it didn't even seem as long as my average California walk. I glare at Kenny who's panting a bit.
"That's why you don't smoke a carton a day, you asshole." he flips me off, before knocking on the door. A minute later Bebe appears.
"Seriously Kenny? What's with the crowd?" she hisses before letting us in.
"Sorry Bebe. But it's cool." he assures her.
"Yes, now if you don't mind, we'd like to buy drugs." I add, earning a glare from Kenny. Bebe sighed and pulled two bags from her purse, and I paid her the two hundred. This better work. She then grabbed a smaller bag and handed it to Kenny.
"I'll let Craig know what you owe." she told him with a smirk.
"Thanks Bebe." Kenny muttered before stashing his bag. Thankfully I was wearing cargo pants, because my bags were a lot bigger.
As the door closed behind us I turned to Kenny.
"Sex, right?" I ask suspiciously. He turns bright red.
"Wwhat? Of course not!" he yells as he walks ahead. I turn to Ike, rolling my eyes.
When Kyle's house came into view, Ike called us over.
"Ok, here's how it's gonna go, I'm going to go inside and try to talk to Kyle first. Then I can let you guys in. But if I don't come to the window after a minute or so, it probably means my parents are delaying me. So I guess if that happens the best I can do is keep them away from you while you knock on his window." he told us as he lead us towards the tree next to Kyle's window.
"Alright well, good luck." he said before walking back to the front door. I climbed up the tree with ease, laughing at Kenny's failed attempts. Finally I held out my arm and helped him up. Kyle's curtain's were closed, so I wasn't too worried about stealth. We waited there for a while, and when it became clear that Ike wasn't in there I edged toward the window. I leaned forward to knock, but last second I lost my balance.
I flung the curtains off my face, feeling intense pain all over. Then I looked up, and none of that mattered. A pain in my chest out weighed all the scrapes by far. In front of me Kyle was sitting on the floor, covering his mouth with his hands, staring at me with horrified eyes, and in front of him, Craig mimicked his expression as he stuffed his sloppy erection back in his pants.
"Oh shit, Kenny, wait!" Craig yelled before dashing out Kyle's door. Kyle and I stared at each other for a long time. His red hair was straightened with black highlights. Eyeliner and black eye shadow framed his large emerald eyes from behind his bangs. His eyebrow was pierced, as well as three piercings on each ear. He wore a studded collar and a grey long sleeved shirt that was cut from shoulder to shoulder. My eyes trailed over him, taking in his small, pale form.
"C-Cartman? Did you just smash through my window?" he stutters. The pain in my chest flares up.
"Kyle. Were you just sucking Craig's dick?" my heart was pumping, and I had never been so angry. Kyle blushes at me before standing. He crosses his arms, pure rage crossing his face. I stand too, and notice how adorably tiny he is. The top of his head barely reaches my collar bone, and his thin form looks like I could snap him in half without even trying. I blush lightly at the pissed off emo staring up at me with wide emerald eyes.
"what are you doing here, Cartman?" he asks flatly.
"I just moved back to town." looking down at him, I begin to loose my mind a little. I know I had intended to dominate and conquer him, but somehow seeing him so close I can't imagine being with him like how I was with Keith. I can't imagine dominating something so fragile.
"Not here South Park, here, as in in my house, in my room?" he asks as he clenched his teeth. I stared at him for a minute, watching his pale jaw twitch in anger.
"Oh yes, I'm here to get you to come to my South Park reunion tomorrow. You, me, Stan, and Kenny." I began. He turns away.
"Fuck off fatass." he growls. It took all I had not to make a sound about how cute that was.
"Very well, then I'm here to bribe you into coming." I take a step closer, but suddenly remember the pain in my whole body. I look down and start pulling shards of glass out of my skin. Kyle turns and looks at me for a long time. As I pull a particularly large shard out of my shoulder, Kyle sighs.
"Come on, there's a first aid kit in the bathroom. Then you can tell me what you think you have to bribe me with." he rolls his eyes.
Kyle leads me to the edge of the bathtub, motioning for me to sit. I comply as he grabs the first aid kit. He starts by cleaning up and bandaging the largest gash on my shoulder.
"So what do you think you have for me?" he's focused on my cut as he asks.
"Drugs." I say simply, reaching in my cargo pocket with my free hand. I hold up the bag of weed with a smile. He looks startled at it before continuing working in my cut. Goosebumps crawl all down my arm as he pulls the alcohol away and blows on the wound gently.
"And shrooms too, but it's in the other pocket." I say, trying to keep my mind. He looks at me suspiciously before reaching his hand in my pocket and pulling out the large bag of mushrooms. I can feel an intense blush rise to my checks.
"How did you get this?" he asks as the drugs draw him away from my wounds. I shrug.
"Clyde and Bebe." and that overwhelming anger comes back. I stand up so fast that Kyle jumps back in surprise.
"That's not why you were doing that right? You owe him money?" I accuse. he blushes furiously again before standing.
"Shut up fatass, that's none of your goddamn business!" he pokes my chest.
"I swear to god I'm going to murder this town! I'm gone for only four years, and everything goes to shit!" I rant. Kyle looks up at me in confusion, before lightly placing his hand on my arm. I blush as I look down at the little Jew.
"Sit down Cartman, there's still a lot of glass in you." he says softly. I do as he says, and he sits back on the stool in front of me. He's quiet as he oh so gently removes another shard of glass from my arm. I hiss slightly, causing a smile to flicker across his face.
"So how long is this reunion going to take?" he asks as he presses another pad of alcohol against my arm.
"All night. I wanted to throw it at Stan's house, but he's been such a buttlicker I think we'll have to do it at my shitty place." I let my eyes fall closed as Kyle takes my arm in his hands, examining it for any further injuries. His fingers run lightly across my skin, and for a second I can't breathe.
"Other arm." he tells me. I hold out my right arm to him. Neither one of us says another word as he continues on this side. He doesn't look up at me, but I can't take my eyes off him. I wasn't expecting any of this, but I definitely was not expecting him to be so... small... I can't imagine dominating something so frail, but still I felt more drawn to him than I had ever anticipated. So what do I want from him? I watch him lean towards my arm, blowing lightly on the last cut. He places a band aid over it, and a chill runs down my spine as he finally looks up at me.
"So I keep these bags, and all I have to do is come to your party?" he asked suspiciously.
"No Kahl. You also have to stay the night and try to have a good time." I finally tore my eyes away from him, instead inspecting one of the bandages on my hand.
"Alright. I'll be there." He sighs as he stands up. We walk back to his room, and he stashes the bags in the ceiling before walking over to me.
"Sorry, My parents know I had Craig here, but I'm technically grounded, so you have to sneak back out." he explains as he opens the intact side of the window. I roll my eyes.
"By the way, bring a sleeping bag, we don't have any furniture yet." I say as I climb out onto the tree. I look back at him as he laughs.
"Ok. I'll see you tomorrow fatass."
My breath gets caught in my throat, and my heart starts beating rapidly. What kind of Jew spell am I under?