Chapter 6
VERY IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey all! This chapter is going to be longer than usual :D A quick shout out to Silver-wolf-demon-girl for suggesting that I dabble in some Cartman P.O.V for a bit. This is going to be a hopefully successful experiment and I'm going to switch back to Kyle's P.O.V at the end of the chapter cuz of… something ;) ANYHOO, another shout out to ALL my lovely reviewers, THANK YOU: Cster, serendipityrain711, Kyle'sJew, Carlayyy, Mistress Of Craziness and symphknot :D I love you all! *heart*
Let me know if you like the different P. and if I should continue with it or not. I can always rewrite this chapter with just Kyle's P.O.V if you guys don't like it so just send me feedback!
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Cartman's P.O.V.
I glanced down at my phone while pacing around my room. As I got a message, I felt my chest tighten.
'You better have those cheese puffs. Im hngry as fuk. Stans already on his way.'
They were still coming. I breathed a sigh of relief, and wrote out a reply.
'STFU poor boy. Ull get mah scraps!'
The tightness in my chest had yet to fade as I allowed my thoughts to return to the issue at hand.
That fucking kike.
What was wrong with him today? I mean being ginger and all must suck ass, but the fact that he was walking around like he was on eggshells really pissed me the hell off.
Oh yeah. That divorce thing he mentioned to Stan. I wonder why the fat bitch and her dorky jew man whore split up. And she was pretty pissed off at Kyle when he forgot his insuh whatever. What was that about slapping him? Hm.
Oh well, not my fucking problem. …Then again…
Was the jew coming or not? I scrolled down to his name and hesitated. He didn't have his phone on him at all today… Well it wouldn't hurt to shoot him a text.
'KYYYYLEE r u coming ovr after your not really doc apptmt? I want my stupid jew rat to do our workkkk!'
Perfect. Send.
"You're lucky they want to come over at all, Eric."
I glared over to my old toy chest which was wrapped in chains and duct tape. Shut up.
"They're not really your friends. You're not kewl. They just come because they feel bad for yewww…"
"I'm warning you…" I growled, picking up a hammer and walking towards the chest.
"But Eric… they hate yewww. Especially that adorable little jew-"
"SHUT UP KLYDE FROG!" I screamed and flung my hammer at the chest, the sharp end digging into the side of it. "YOU BETTER KEEP YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH SHUT TONIGHT!"
"Poopsikins?" I heard mom ask sweetly, poking her head in the door. "Is everything alright hun?"
"Everythings FINE Mom! Get out of my room!" I snapped. She just nodded.
"Okay snookiwookums. Mommy's leaving now for one of her special night time dates. I left you money on the counter." She blew me a kiss and I rolled my eyes following her down the stairs.
God she looked like such a slut.
She walked out the door wearing fishnet leggings, high heels, and a trench coat covering her mostly naked body. I slammed the door and plopped down on the couch, holding my head in my hands. Maybe I shouldn't be having this sleepover in the first place. My phone vibrated and I pulled it out to check my messages, my eyes lighting up. I must have had the stupidest smile on my face.
'Yeah. I'm coming fatass.'
Sweeeeeet.
The doorbell rang and I rolled my eyes again, opening the cheesy poofs and turning on the television.
"It's open dammit!" I called out. Stan opened the door and walked inside with Kenny, both of them carrying overnight bags. I stretched out on the couch and put my hands behind my head. "What's up dickwads?"
"Gimme those fucking cheese poofs!" Kenny tore off his hood and made a dive for them. I held them up and he narrowly missed them, smashing to the rug. Stan laughed, hanging uo his coat on the coat rack.
"Sorry Kiinnee, but you gotta ask first. This is MAH house, therefore you must respect my authoritah." I snickered and he climbed on the couch next to me with a 'hmph.'"
"Is Kyle coming? Or should we start the project without him?" Stan asked, sitting down on the rug.
"HAH! That's funny Stan. Why start something a jew can do for us?" I snorted, resting my feet on the coffee table.
"He's got a point. I'm not in the mood to do work. Let's hook up your Xbox." Kenny chuckled. I shrugged in response and got up to set up the tv for it, throwing my cheesy poofs at the poor son of a bitch who looked like I just handed him a check for ten million dollars or some shit.
"Oh no no. We are NOT leaving it up to Kyle this time guys. He needs a break. I'm just happy his mom even let him come over here. We all have to do most of the work so Kyle can relax and maybe have some fun. That way he won't feel so stressed and-"
"JESUS CHRIST STAN! Shut the fuck up! We get it we'll do our part so the stupid kike can relax. Just stop running your fucking mouth." I snarled, then turned back to the tv. "I'm trying to concentrate!"
"Concentrate on what lard boy? You just have to hook up the xbox!" Kenny replied. I shot a nasty glare at him.
"Kiinee I swear to god I'll take my cheesy poofs back and you'll starve!" I yelled. Kenny shrugged and continued to stuff his face as Stan started to unpack his school supplies.
Kenny and I were in the middle of a racing game and Stan was starting the outline of our poster board, when there was a faint knock on the door. I threw my remote at Stan's head as I got up.
"Take my turn, hippie." I mumbled and went over to the door. I opened it and leaned against the frame with a smug look on my face. "Well well well. Looks like the jew has finally graced us with his almighty presence."
Kyle shot me an annoyed scowl and tried to push past me, but I blocked him with a giddy chuckle.
"Move out of the way Cartman!" He growled, his hands balled into fists. I smirked, watching his face turn an adorable shade of red. It had been doing that a lot lately.
He's so cute when he's mad. Like a shaking Chihuahua.
"Would it kill you to say hello, Kahl? I am letting you come to MY house after all." I replied, raising an eyebrow. He just groaned under his breath. I folded my arms across my chest. "Well?"
"Ugh! Hello Cartman." He responded in a very monotone voice. I moved away, satisfied.
"Very well, you shall pass." I said as he shoved past me angrily. I laughed to myself and shut the door.
"Hey dude." Stan smiled at Kyle as he was focusing on the video game. Kenny waved at Kyle without looking up from the screen.
"Hey guys. So… what's the project on so I can start doing it?" He sighed, looking depressed. Stan paused the game and shook his head.
"We're all doing it Kyle. You need to relax." He explained and went over to the project that was sprawled across the floor. Kenny turned off the television and sat next to Stan on the floor. Kyle raised his eyebrows.
"You guys… are going to… work?" He asked, surprised. Stan nodded enthusiastically and I rolled my eyes, grabbing everyone's stuff.
"Yeah." Kenny replied, grabbing a few markers. Kyle looked at me, his eyes full of doubt. I glared back at him.
"Fuck you Kahl! Just because we're not greedy overworking grade grubber jew rats like you doesn't mean we can't do our fucking share!" I snapped. He seemed shocked at my outburst and then smiled a bit, which irritated me to no end. "What GODDAMMIT?"
"Why, absolutely nothing Cartman." Kyle replied with the most innocent look on his face he could muster. Stan and Kenny started cracking up at him flipping my own words against me. I growled under my breath, but I couldn't help but inwardly smile.
You sneaky jew rat.
"WhatEVER. I'm bringing all of your stupid shit up to my room." I grumbled and headed up the stairs as they started to discuss what our project was about. I dropped all of the stuff in the middle of my room as soon as I got there and was about to head back, when out of the corner of my eye I spotted a bottle roll out of Kyle's bag and under my bed. I nearly dove under my bed to retrieve it, almost getting stuck between the metal bars and the floor.
"Fat fuck."
Klyde Frog… I swear to fucking god…
I grabbed the pill bottle from under the bed and crawled my way out. Still kneeling, I turned the bottle around in my hands. It was still relatively full and the name on the label was Sheila Broflovski.
Why the hell does Kyle have that fat bitch's prescription?
I let my eyes slowly glide down the label, trying to find out what the pills were exactly.
'TRAMADOL-ACETAMINOPHEN'
"…The fuck does that mean?"
"I don't know Klyde Frog… But I'm going to find out." I muttered, stuffed the bottle in my jacket pocket, and headed downstairs.
The guys were really going to town on the project when I got there. I could see a clear outline on the poster board and smirked, sitting down next to Stan. Kyle looked up when I sat down and pointed to the loose-leaf paper next to the poster board.
"Alright Cartman, we're handling the poster. Think you can write up the first rough draft of the essay?" he asked me expectantly. I blinked a couple of times, lips pursed.
"Well, jew, it might help if I knew what the fuck this project was about." I replied. Kyle sat up.
"It's about the atom theory. Well… more specifically Dalton's theory of the atom which he bases off of Democritus's theory of the atom. Dalton added four new ideas about the atom. He thought that all substances were made of atoms, which are small particles that-"
"I know what goddamn atoms are Kahl!"I snapped. "I wrote notes too you know!"
"You did? I thought all you ever did in class was gossip to Butters." Kyle muttered with a slight chuckle. I growled under my breath, glaring at him.
"You'd think you would notice I was taking notes this week JEW, since all you ever do is stare at me in class." I said, my nails digging into my palm. I watched with glee as Kyle's face once again flooded with color. Kenny and Stan looked at him in curiosity.
"No I don't!" Kyle snapped, nostrils flaring.
"Yes you do!"
"NO I DON'T CARTMAN!"
"YES YOU DO KIKE!"
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" Kyle snarled, jumping to his feet. I also sprung up, grabbing the collar of his shirt.
"THEN DON'T CHANGE THE SUBJECT!" I screamed back, yanking him forward, my eyes burning into his. He winced as if in pain and I loosened my grip immediately. Jesus was Kyle really this much of a pussy?
"Just fuck already." Kenny muttered, and Stan shoved me away from Kyle who was looking away and blushing furiously while resting his hand on his side.
"Shut up Kenny." He spat and started to walk away.
"Where are you going?" I demanded. He flipped me off as he started to climb the stairs. I rolled my eyes and turned back to the project.
"Cartman why do you have to be such an asshole?" Stan demanded when Kyle disappeared upstairs. I didn't respond as I started to write the intro to the essay. Kenny sighed and sat back on his elbows.
"I'm hungry." He muttered to me. I pointed at the counter and Kenny walked over to it. "…This is money. Not food."
"Obviously Kiinnee. Go pick up a pizza. It's five blocks away and they don't deliver." I explained getting irritated. "Then you can come back and we can finish this outline."
"Why don't you get the pizza? We're your guests!" Kenny retorted. I sighed.
"Yeah but you're the one who wants the food KIINEEEE!" I exclaimed, my pitch high and annoying. He covered his ears and groaned.
"Alright alright! Stan come with me will you?" Kenny grumbled, pulling up his hood and opening the door, money in hand.
"Dude… ugh fine. Cartman don't kill Kyle while we're gone." Stan said walking over to Stan while pulling on his gloves.
"I'll think about it." I said under my breath as they closed the door. I spent a few minutes writing until I heard the door open upstairs and an aggravated groan. I smiled to myself as Kyle appeared at the top of the stairs, practically fuming.
"Cartman…" he snarled through gritted teeth. "Where. Is. It?"
"Why Kahl," I replied in false shock, my hand on my chest. "Whatever could you mean?"
"GOD DAMN IT CARTMAN YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!"
Kyle stomped down the stairs, his jacket wide open revealing his pajamas underneath. He kicked the pen out of my hand and glared down at me. I stood up folding my arms across my chest and looking him up and down. He seemed uncomfortable.
"Wh…where are Stan and Kenny?" he mumbled. I laughed, advancing on Kyle. He backed up, his eyes full of fear as I walked closer and closer to him. "C-Cartman…"
"They're not coming jew, so you might as well save your screams." I teased, grabbing the flap of his green hat and playing with it. His face almost turned purple as he blinked, his eyes almost pleading. I rolled my eyes and stopped, dropping my hand. "Jesus Kahl, I'm just kidding around. They went to pick up a pizza so calm your perky tits already. Why are you acting so fucking weird around me?"
"…W-well why did you take my pills, fatass?" he replied hesitantly. I pulled them out of my pocket and held them in front of his face, shaking them slightly.
"What? These? These pills?" I taunted. He tried to grab them, but I held them up high and he missed.
"YES! Those Cartman! Give it back fatass!" Kyle snapped. I raised my eyebrow and he seemed to shrink. "Ugh… please give it back, Cartman?"
I lowered my arm and let him snatch the pill bottle, opening it and taking three of them. I watched him as he swallowed them and closed the bottle, shoving it in his jacket pocket.
"The dose is two." I said. He looked up like I just electrocuted him.
"What?" he asked blinking rapidly.
"I said the dose is-"
"No no I heard you, I just… why do you give a shit?" he asked. I shrugged.
"Who said I gave a shit? Maybe I'm just curious about what they are, why you're taking more than the normal dose, and why you wore your faggy pajamas under your clothes!" I snapped at him, feeling my face heat up. Kyle stared at me wordlessly. I grew impatient and pointed at his pocket where the pills were. "What the fuck is Tramadol-Acetaminophenanyway?"
"…It's a pain reliever. For my um… headaches." He responded, starting to walk away. I grabbed his arm roughly and held him there as he struggled. "Cartman let GO!"
"Take off your shirt." I growled under my breath.
"WHAT?!" Kyle exclaimed, struggling even more in my grasp. "Fuck no! GET OFF ME!"
I spun him around and clawed off his jacket letting it fall to the floor carelessly. He cried out when I jerked him forward, my hands gripping the front of his pajama top where the buttons met and lifting him off the ground slightly. The top button was straining under my strong grip.
"Kahl I swear by the moon and the stars and the fucking sky, I will tear this shirt in half if you don't show me what you're hiding!" I exclaimed, shaking him slightly. He tried to push me off again, but I was much MUCH stronger these days.
"Fine FINE! Just let go alright?!" He begged, trembling slightly. I let him go and backed off as he unbuttoned his shirt, cursing at me under his breath. God, if his face was any redder it would be a tomato. Kyle had his back to me as he slowly peeled away his shirt, revealing creamy white skin underneath.
Wow… daywalkers have beautiful skin…
Kyle sighed which broke me out of my daze and I looked up as he slowly turned around, his eyes full of embarrassment and shame.
"Cartman… please don't tell anyone…" he pleaded, completely facing me. My eyes were instantly glued to the large collection of bruises that decorated the jew's frail torso. The smaller ones were on his right side and were yellowing. But the left side…
"C-Cartman?" Kyle asked, obviously way too vulnerable for his liking. I felt my legs move forward, my mind fuzzy with a feeling I couldn't exactly come to terms with. The sight of that large black, blue and purple monstrosity comfortably splattered across Kyle's defenseless body… I wanted to cry and punch something at the same time. In my daze I reached out towards the bruise that had my chest tightening and my stomach churning. Kyle squinted his eyes shut, but I really didn't care.
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-KYLE'S P.O.V-
…
He touched me.
I expected him to reach out and shove me right where he knew it would hurt, just because he could. But instead he just… touched me.
His hand was warm and soft. I hardly felt the contact against my injury, he was so gentle. I think I forgot how to breathe. He stepped closer to me, gently stroking my skin where it hurt and I felt my knees buckle as I shuddered at the sensation. The sensation was so inviting… I bit my bottom lip and closed my eyes taking in his scent. This was so wrong… but it felt so right.
And just as quickly as it had started, it was over.
"Put your shirt back on…" Cartman muttered, hiding his face from me. I pulled my shirt back on, buttoning it up slowly.
What was that?
I tried to say something, but nothing came to mind. I shoved my hands in my pockets and sat on the couch looking away as Cartman went to the kitchen and started moving things around. I winced as I heard him slam a pot down loudly, staring down at my hands which rested in my lap. I crossed my legs in a pathetic attempt to hide my blatant excitement, beyond embarrassed. There was no doubt in my mind at this point.
So I'm gay, huh?
"It was your mom, wasn't it?" Cartman's loud voice caught my attention and I looked towards the kitchen as he stepped back in the living room, hands shoved in his pockets. I stared into his eyes and was shocked to see them filled with concern.. and anger. But concern nonetheless. Cartman. Was concerned. About me.
"I asked you a fucking question Kahl!"
I looked away from him and said nothing, but eventually nodded. Cartman walked over and sat down next to me, leaning forward in an attempt to find my gaze. I let my eyes wander back to his and he clenched his jaw.
"She has no right." He said plainly. I blinked at him, and somehow found my voice.
"…You don't get it." I said quietly. He seemed enraged by this.
"The fuck is there to get?! She got dumped by your dad and now she's gone fucking batshit! She's losing control of the family she once knew and now she's taking it out on you!" He snapped, his breath hitting my face. I swallowed nervously, tears pricking my eyes.
Don't cry. Not in front of Cartman.
"She said she wouldn't lose her temper again…if I-…" I managed to whisper, my voice cracking. I looked away, but Cartman cupped my cheek and jerked my face back to his. He was inches away from me.
"If you do whatever she wants whenever she wants you to? And what will she do when you tell her you don't want to be a lawyer? What then?" He asked, his eyes searching my face.
"H-how did you-"
"I actually listen when you talk at lunch. Even when half the shit you say makes you sound like a fucking r-tard." He replied, dropping his hand from my face. I had to smile at that. Wow. I smiled. It felt weird to genuinely smile. "You listen to me jewrat. If she ever tries that again, you contact me. Text me. Call me. I don't give a fuck how you do it, just do it."
Once I actually processed what he told me to do, I nodded. He seemed satisfied at that and moved away, flipping the television back on. I stared at him and didn't care that he knew.
"Cartman?" I asked, my voice quiet.
"Hm?" he replied, not looking at me. I sighed, picking at the skin on my thumb.
"…Why do you care?"
"…I don't know. I just do." He said, looking at me with the most confusing expression. It must have matched mine perfectly. I felt my heart flutter as he smiled at me sadly. The door opened and his expression suddenly contorted. He shoved me off the couch and I landed on my ass with a wince.
"Cartman what the fu-"
"GIVE ME SOME SPACE YOU FUCKING KIKE!" he snarled as Kenny and Stan walked inside with a pizza box. I sighed and leaned against the leg of the couch.
I just don't understand him.