Kenny and I walked to Butters house in silence. He seemed to be in a dreamy state, but I was still seething. Stan and Kyle. Of course it would be Stan and Kyle. The two of them could be so fucking perfect together. I breathe deeply and fight the instinct to puke. If Stan wasn't straight then he would have my Jew. Kyle would never want me. I stopped walking, rage keeping my muscles taught.
"I can't focus, Kenny. I'm going to talk to Stan." I say distantly. He stops several paces ahead of me.
"Aw, come on, we're almost there." he whines.
"Kenny this job is big; I need to be my best. If you want I can meet you at Butters house after." I explain, already walking away.
The walk to Stan's house didn't take long. I knocked on the front door, trying to keep my anger in check. A minute later Stan's dad opens the door.
"Uh, can I help you?"
"Is Stan here?"
"Hey, aren't you Stan's little fat friend from grade school?" he asked me, pointing at me with a beer bottle in hand.
"Ey! I'm not fat, I just have big bones! Now I seriously need to talk to Stan." I gritted out.
"Oh, alright, he's up stairs studying." he shrugged, inviting me past him. I jogged up the stairs and knocked on Stan's bedroom door.
"shit-HANG ON!" I didn't hang on, instead, pushed the door open immediately. Stan and Wendy were sitting on Stan's bed, Wendy adjusting her top.
"C-Cartman" she blushed.
"Excuse me Wendy, but the men need to talk." I say, still glaring at Stan. She scoffs, but Stan turns toward her.
"it's ok, Wendy. I'll call you later." he says softly. Wendy rolls her eyes, but climbs out his window anyways.
"What do want?" he asks me angrily.
"I want to talk about you and Kyle." my hands clenched into fists on their own accord.
"What about us?" he's loosing patients faster than I am.
"About how he kissed you? Or how about how you abandoned him?" I growled back.
"Right, because if Kyle kissed you, you wouldn't have freaked out." he rolled his eyes. I clenched my teeth.
"Something happened to him, and you left him to fend for himself." I growled. He stood up, looking down at me with hurt in his eyes.
"Kyle's been gone since long before I could have done anything. He made that very clear to me." he looks pained, but still cold.
"Kyle hasn't gone anywhere! He may feel dead, but he's still here." I determinately spit back. He stares at me for a long time.
"I know you can't accept it. But he's not the same Kyle you want." he explains carefully.
"No. He's not the same. He's lost, in pain, and has been all alone." I grit out slowly. Stan looks more furious by the second.
"You have no idea what you're talking about fat ass."
"Really? Because it sure feels like I'm the only one with any idea of what their talking about!"
"You think you see Kyle in there? You never even knew him." there's hate in his eyes now, and before I realize what I'm doing, I've popped him in the mouth.
"Don't you start." I spat.
"Don't you fucking start with me Stan." he's sitting back on his bed, glaring at me with pure hatred.
"You always got the best of him. He gave you all his best, but I know his true and dirty self, without all the fluff he adds to impress everyone else. I know Kyle. And it pisses you off that he no longer puts up airs for you, I'm sorry. But he's broken, and he needs us." I growl out. Stan's still sitting on his bed cradling his jaw, but now he starts laughing.
"Since when do you care about Kyle?" he stands up, watching me with patronizing eyes.
"When did you stop?" I glared back.
"I didn't stop caring about Kyle, I'm just done mourning."
"Well I'll tell you what, me, Kenny and Butters are going to get him back what he's lost. If you ever get over yourself call me." I scribble out my phone number and nearly slam it on the table.
"We won't wait up." I add as I walk out.
I felt a little better as I walked back towards Butters' house, so I tried to focus back on the mission. It was almost five, so we still had two hours if we're doing this tonight. About half way there my phone started ringing.
"That was quick." I laughed, expecting the strange number to be Stan's. Instead, Kenny spoke.
"Dude, I'm calling from Butters phone. Are we finishing this tonight?" he asks. I laugh lightly.
"Yeah. Im on my way to Butters house now. We'll go over the plan before we head out."
"Sounds good, we'll be in the backyard." I hung up the phone and went over the plan again in my head. Damn, I better go over it with Keith now.
"Hey Keith, I need your help on one more thing in a little while here." I told him as I heard him pick up.
"Sure thing. But only if you promise to call me after and tell me how it all goes." he bargains.
"God, you're such a girl." I roll my eyes.
"Well if your confident enough in your own hacking abilities..." he baited.
"Fine, fine. I'll call you up tomorrow at some point." I agreed.
"Good. Now, how can I help?" he replies smugly.
"My team will need cover. You gave me information on the security cameras so I'll be able to get to the dean's office undetected before they have the chance to fuck things up." I continue explaining the plan to him until I reach Butters house.
"Alright. I'll text you five minutes before the power needs to be off. And remember; you're my Mexican Jesus. Now let's go get these Jews." I hung up the phone with a grin as I walked into Butters backyard.
"H-Hey Eric! I'm so glad you think I can help!" Butters greets shyly.
"Yes. Now we don't have much time. We'll get off the train and head into the southern woods, opposite where Kenny and I scouted last time. The kids will be out for the last free time of the day, so as the staff goes in, well lure this Adam kid to us. You guys need to get him to talk to you about what these cocks are doing to him. Get names, places, how, when, as much information as you can. Keep me updated with constant text messages." I began.
"Well where will you be?" Butters asks.
"The school goes into a sort of lock down after the kids last break. I need to get in before that happens so I can nail the guys responsible." I explain.
"You're doing that by yourself?" Butters gapes.
"I have to. If I do need back up, the power will shut off. Then Kenny will meet me, taking Butters phone with him."
"W-well wait, I really should keep my phone with me-" Butters objects quietly.
"Yeah, why can't Butters come in too?" Kenny pouts.
"No. Butters needs to stay with kid. Once Kenny and I take care of things, well all meet up with him." I stare at them both for a minute, before they seem to accept.
"There's one more thing." Kenny grins, looking at Butters who lights up.
"Oh! It was my idea!" Butters beams.
"What?" I ask suspiciously. Butters opens up his backpack and pulls out three costumes.
"How and why do you have those?" I gaped at him.
"Well I collect all the mysterion merchandise. I have all the comics of all the spin offs too." Butters admitted.
So we walk to the train station dressed up as super humans.