My last shot glass hits the surface of the book a split second after Kyle's. I curse quietly, before looking up at him. God, he looks shitfaced. We stare at each other for a minute.
"Who were you talking to on the phone before you started speaking Japanese?" he asks, then hiccups slightly.
"Keith." I answer simply, just staring into those eyes. He breaks eye contact as he looks up at the ceiling.
"That Keith?" he asks, pointing to his note. I blush, but don't respond until he looks back at me.
"Play you for the answer." I say, holding up a shot glass. He grins drunkenly, and out of the corner of my eye I see Kenny rush out of the room, to send puking noises to us from the bathroom.
"Well I guess Kenny's done. What about you, Stan? You up for one more?" I'm pretty sure I slurred most of that out. He laughs, but shakes his head.
"Nah I told you guys, I can't stay. I'm probably too drunk already." he smiles. I nod.
"Alright, just you and me Jew boy." I say as I look him over.
"Yeah, I think I'm just gonna check on Kenny and head out." Stan grins as he stumbles up.
"Alright man, I'll probably see you Monday." I wave at him as he ducks out of the room. Kyle sits in front of me as I pour out our shots.
"Three, two, one." I counted before we began taking them down. He beats me by an entire shot glass. I stare at him before I even touch my last one.
"Ok, what the hell Kahl." I slur out angrily.
"Your pint-sized self should not be capable of that." I again hope I didn't slur too badly. He smiles shyly.
"So tell me, why d'you do that to Craig?" I stare at him for a long minute before taking my last shot.
"Prostitution's illegal, Kahl." I finally say as I tap my empty glass down. He looks pissed, but in this really repressed, really unsure way.
"Then why didn't you hit me?" he's not looking at me anymore, choosing the floor instead. God this pain in my chest was unbearable! What is that?! I clench at my chest, and Kyle sniffs a bit I worry for a minute that he's about to cry. My chest was aching, and I couldn't think. I stumble up and across the room. Shit, I can barely breathe.
"Cartman?" He stands and takes a step toward me. I step back. God, I cant even think properly... What the hell was going on?! I stare at him for a minute before bolting out the room.
I run out the door. I just need some air, god I can't even think straight. Kenny's at the bottom of the stairs smoking, but I just walk past him.
"Dude! Dude!" Kenny yells as he runs up to me.
"Where you going?"
"I just need to think. There's something wrong with me." I mutter. He stops walking with me and turns back towards the apartment.
I ended up walking for about twenty minutes before heading back. I was starting to feel normal again, although I was still pretty drunk. I tried to think though the siguation with Kyle from every angle that I could, but only one answer made any sense...
Kenny was outside smoking again when I got back.
"Cartman, what the hell's wrong with you?" Kenny asks, shaking his head.
"He put a Jew-spell on me! This is not normal!" I practically yell.
"Seriously dude? You have to know what's really going on with you." Kenny frowns. I just scoff at him.
"Don't even start with that crap again, Kinny; this is not normal." I say as I point to my chest. He just laughed, shaking his head.
"I talked to Kyle after you left. I think he finished off the jäger." he shrugged.
"So?" I ask with gritted teeth.
"So you called him a prostitute then freak out when he gets upset?"
"That's not what happened! Well, yeah, but I didn't call him a prostitute directly!" I argued. Kenny just shook his head again.
"He's emo, cartman; as in, emotionally vulnerable? Implications are enough." I frowned as his words sunk in. He's emotionally vulnerable... And Craig used that to his sick liking. I balled my hands into fists, wishing again that I had killed him. I huff, before walking back into the house. Kyle's cuddled up to the empty jäger bottle watching one of my DVDs.
"I wanted to kill him." I find myself telling him as I walk in the room. Kyle looks up at me in surprise.
"I still do. But it's because Craig's been leading people to do shitty things, and he's an asshole." I state definitively. Kyle quirks his head to the side with a small smile.
"I'm watching Donnie Darko." he gestures to the floor next to him. I stare into his eyes for a minute before awkwardly sitting at his side. After a few minutes of watching the movie, I glanced down at him.
"You up for one more round?" I ask, trying to be casual. He looks up at me as he chuckles lightly.
"If you want to ask me something, you can just ask." He rolls his eyes before turning his attention back to the movie. Jesus Christ, what was with this emo? I thought he was upset?
"Why did you guys stop hanging out?" I ask, my voice wavering a little. Of course I knew everyone else's story, but obviously Kyle's is the most important. He doesn't answer for a while, and I start to worry that he's ignoring me again. I start to get pissed, but then his stupidly green eyes look up at me, replacing my anger with uncertainty.
"I want to be alone." Kyle said with a small smile. I scowl at the returning pain in my core.
"Like hell. What happened?" I ask again. He blushes.
"I needed to be alone." he said a bit more hesitantly.
"Ok, why?" I ask rolling my eyes.
"Nope. My turn." he glances up at me before turning back to the laptop. A few minutes pass as he seems to be choosing a question.
"Whats the real reason you care about me being here?" he asks, his eyes staring through me. I blush.
"W-well I wanted to get the guys back together." Shit, there I go again, stumbling over my words. Drinking and answering these kinds of questions are definitely not good together. He looks up, as though right through me.
"Then why am I the only one bribed into staying the night?" He asks dully. I blush, and a smirk crosses his face. Damn Jew! He knew exactly what he was doing to me!
"What the hell do you mean by that?!" I shout defensively. He looks at me like I'm stupid. Damn emo-Jew-pussy...
"Stan left and Kenny's been gone since you got back... At first I thought you were trying to humiliate me, or pull something stupid." he pauses biting his lip gently. My heart starts racing.
"But all you've done since you've been here is try to make me feel at ease. So my question is why?" he's staring into me, and I'm caught off guard again.
"Mine too." I nearly whisper. He scoffs.
"Fine. Don't tell me." he pouts a little before continuing.
"But that means I get another question." he has a soft smile on his face, but his eyes are on the movie.
"Fine, whatever." I look away, blushing.
"Who's Keith?" god those eyes are electric...
"What?" I ask, suddenly realizing what he asked.
"Tell me about him." he shrugs. I gape at him for a minute.
"Why?" I ask nearly monotone. He smirks again. Goddamn Jew.
"Because I'm curious." my heart starts pounding. Goddamn phrasing!
"He's just some kid, who cares?" I frown. I mean, he was cool enough, but I haven't been waiting to talk to Kyle just to talk about Keith. ...Not that I've been waiting to talk to the Jew. Damn.
"Well I just have a theory." as he shrugs his tee shirt falls off his shoulder a little more. He's quick to fix it, but I can't keep the blush off my face.
"What...what theory is that?" I stutter, trying not to get sucked into his voodoo eyes. He looks up at the poster, thankfully it was just too dark to read it now.
"I think he told you he loved you, you freaked out and convinced your mom to move. And now you don't want to be alone because your struggling with the guilt of dumping someone over something so small." he pauses, but I just gape at him. I'm speechless. That's a much better story than anything I could have come with, especially having him stare at me like that.
"Something like that." I smile down at him. He's not looking at me anymore, but I can see the light smile on his lips.
"So?" he asks, eyes still on the movie.
"So what?" I look down at him in surprise. He smirks again.
"So tell me about him." he laughs a little. I scoff at him.
"Nothing to tell. He's just some kid." I say again.
"Do I have to keep asking questions, or are you going to answer one?"
"I don't know, he's nerdy, good with math, a people person. He always kept the guys dedicated on jobs..." I list. What the hell was I suppose to say?
"Just some guy." I shrug,
"But one who's in love with you." Kyle adds. I blush.
"God you and Kenny." I scoff quietly.
"Me and Kenny what?" he asks, cocking his head to the side.
"Believing in that stuff." I shrug.
"What? love?" Kyle starts laughing. I glare down at him, but we're quiet until the movie ends. As the credits roll he looks up at me.
"You have any food?" he asks, rubbing his stomach lightly.
"Yeah sure." I say as I stand up. I hold my arm out to him, but as I help him up he stumbles into me. His hands are on my abs, and I can feel his breath on my chest. I felt my face heat up as my breath disappeared. He steps back and looks up at me hesitantly.
"Sorry, drank too much." he says quietly. I stared at him for a minute too long before remembering what we were doing. I lead the way to the kitchen and opened up the fridge.
"What do you want?" I ask him as I prod around a carton of orange juice.
"I'm not picky." he shrugs before hopping up on the counter. I smile at him for a minute.
"I could order a pizza." I offer, once again absorbed in his eyes. He smiles at me.
"Just cheese ok?" he asks as he begins swinging his legs childishly. My gaze follows up his calves. I can't help but fantasize about tracing my hands down those thin legs, pressing close to him and touching him gently; even softer than he touched me...
"Cartman?" he asks. I blush as I realize I was just blatantly checking him out.
"Cheese. Yeah." I turn away from him, grabbing my phone with a shaking hand.
After ordering the pizza I turn back to Kyle. He's watching my suspiciously.
"What Kahl?" I ask as I blush again. He smirks and shakes his head.
"Let's smoke." he smiles. I stare at him.
"I don't smoke." I frown. He holds up the bag of weed I got him and a glass pipe.
"Tonight you do." he hopped off the counter and walked over to me. He stood close as he looked up at me with bright emerald eyes.
"Tonight I'm taking your weed-virginity." he smiles. I blush.
"You dirty jersey-jinger-jew-junkie."