I held him in silence until there was a knock on my door. I freeze, but Kyle slowly backs away and stands up. He faces away from me, and I watch him for a second before awkwardly going to the door. On the other side, Kenny's waiting impatiently.
"Dude, after you went inside, I got mauled by a bear!" He explains dramatically.
"That bastard." Kyle replies as though automatically. Kenny and I both laugh.
"Aw, you guys smoked without me?" Kenny asked as he sniffed the air.
"There's plenty left if you want to smoke." Kyle shrugs, leading the way back to the kitchen. I watch them for a minute before my head catches up to me.
"Wait, guys, there's a pizza on its way." I frown. I'd rather not have the pizza guy get a contact high when I open the door.
"From the new pizza hut down the street?" Kenny asks with a laugh.
"Yeah, why?" I frown. Kenny rolled his eyes as he hands the empty pipe to Kyle.
"Because Butters works there and he has delivery hours late on weekends. I've seen him deliver to some sick parties dude." Kenny smirks. Kyle take a hit before handing the pipe and lighter to Kenny. I took my first hit of this bowl just before there was another knock on the door. I coughed a little as I answered.
"I have a large cheese-oh! Eric!" the blond pizza guy blushes.
"Butters." I reply. He was maybe half a foot shorter than me, about Kenny's height. And while his eyes and hair were similar in color to Kenny's, everything about Butters was much more pale and almost pudgey.
"Oh! Good! you remember me!" He beamed. I rolled my eyes and handed him a twenty.
"Keep the change dude." I say as I grab the pizza from him.
"Well its about my break time! Maybe we could-" But I had already closed the door.
"Dude!" Kenny protests before walking past me and opening the door. Butters is still at the door, looking like he hadn't moved an inch.
"Come on in, Butters." Kenny invites.
"O-oh, well, ok. I don't want to interrupt or anything." Butters stutters shyly before the two walk back toward the kitchen. I sigh, closing the door behind them.
I open the pizza box on the counter before grabbing out four paper plates. As I hand Kenny his, I see him making bedroom eyes at Butters. What a slut. I grab a few slices and head back to my room, waiting by the door as Kenny literally leads Butters by the hand past me.
I can't stop myself form wondering what would have happened if Kenny didn't come back? Would Kyle have fallen asleep in my arms? I look up at Kyle with a blush. He's still seated on the counter across from the pizza. He stares at it for a minute. God damn it, don't tell me he's anorexic too? To my relief, he eventually gets up and grabs himself a piece. A small piece, but it was something. He walked towards me before freezing when he meets my eyes. He looks so tired, so broken. Why couldn't he just take care of himself while I was gone? He had to make this so much work for me. I roll my eyes before leading the way back to my room.
I passed Butters and sat to Kenny's left, Kyle slowly sitting on my other side. I grin when I realize they put in Happy Gilmore. Some movies are just timeless. About halfway to through the movie, Butters gets up.
"sorry, I have to get back to work, guys, thanks for including me!" He grins.
"I'll walk you out." Kenny says as he stands next to him.
When the two blonds leave, Kyle looks up at me. Again I'm sucked into those emerald eyes.
"I still don't understand what you want from me." He says quietly. I feel my chest ache, and I resist the urge to pull him to my chest again.
"You never have." I whisper back. Kenny walks back in, a large grin on his face.
"Why can't all people be as thoughtful and sweet as Butters?" He asks, and I burst out laughing. A whole world with nothing but Butters? As if this place isn't shitty enough as it is. Although, if there was a whole world of Butters, I could make myself King. I laughed harder.
"If you love him so much, then why don't you fuck him?" I ask between fits of laughter.
"Ah, I've tried. But alas sweet Butters is straight." He sighs, as he sits next to me. I'm laughing so hard that I can barely breathe. Butters is straight? But me, Kyle, Kenny and Craig are gay?! I'm wiping tears away from my face, and Kenny starts to look worried. I try to even out my breaths.
"Ok, Ok. I'm alright." I breathe out. A minute later I hear an eight-year-old me in the back of my mind freak out. I burst out laughing again, startling the two next to me.
"Ok, I'm seriously this time." I breathe deep even breaths, before Kyle starts laughing, and I'm sucked back in.
"Goddamn it Jew, I had almost stopped!" I manage to breathe out. He laughs harder.
"I know!" He gasps. Finally we both calm down, grinning at each other. Kenny just shakes his head.
When the movie finishes up, I look over to see that Kenny had passed out. I look over at Kyle, who looks near ready to collapse himself. He's looking at me as he yawns. Its slightly high-pitched, and the way he holds his hand over his mouth is just fucking adorable. He smiles at me.
"I can't help but think it would be pretty funny if you killed me in my sleep." He has such a soft smile on his face that it takes me a minute to process.
"You're a little twisted." I smile fondly at him. He grins back with glistening eyes.
"I know." He strips off his fishnet hoodie, and I can't help but watch as his shirt rides up his back a little. I blush and start shutting down my computer. By the time I laid down, Kyle was already tucked in, facing away from me. I stare at him for a long minute before he turns back to look at me.
"C-Cartman?" He asks in such an innocent, near scared voice. I smile sadly at him.
"It's ok now, Kahl." I breathe out. He smiles softly before rolling back over.
The next morning I wake up before anyone else. I sigh at my viciously growling stomach. Slowly I get up and ready for the day. Then I begin to make omlettes. I'm not very good, but I like to add a lot of random stuff. Making my own food kind of came with my mom getting married, so in the last four years I've learned a few things about cooking. As I made the third one, Kyle walks out my door with a yawn.
"Foods up." I say as I set up the plates. He gapes at me.
"You cook now?" He asks in amazement. I try to hide my blush. It's not that big of a deal.
"Well, you know, when there's no food." I say lamely, before digging my fork through my own omlette. He hesitantly sits down next to me. He stares at it for a long time before I roll my eyes.
"I didn't poison it, Kahl. I thought we moved past that." I'm talking with food in my mouth, and I try not blush at how unattractive I know I'm being. He laughs lightly.
"It's not that." His voice is so damn soft, and quiet... I stare into the food I'm eating, knowing I'm too tired to stop myself from staring at him once I start. I finish up my breakfast and toss out the plate before starting on the dishes. I glance over at Kyle and am relieved to see he ate almost all of his too. He tosses the rest before handing me his fork. As I wash up the dishes I hear his footsteps leave the room, probably to get ready for the day. I hum to myself lightly. Last night somehow went better than expected, even if it wasn't how I planned at all. Still, It gave me some idea on what I'm dealing with. I don't know why Stan and Kenny ever pussed out on him. He needs us now more than ever. It may be a pain in the ass, but I know I'll find my Jew.
"Are you singing 'bad romance'?" Kyle asks as he messes with his already perfect hair. I chuckle a little.
"I guess I am. Are you heading out?" I glance down at his backpack and sleeping bag.
"Yeah, I have to get home before my mom comes home from work." He shrugs. I stare at him for a minute. Does she not know he's here? I dry off my hands before pulling him into a hug. He squeaks a little, before hesitantly wrapping his arms around my chest.
"See you monday Jew." I say as I pull away. His eyes look foggy and confused.
"Later fat ass." And then he hops out my door. I finish up the dishes before Kenny comes out.
"Ooh, breakfast!" He grins. I just sigh.
"Just hurry up, we have work to do."