Stans POV
"Aww come on Cartman don't use the nooby M16!" I screamed down my mike. Playing call of duty with Cartman is hard work when he is using the best weapons in the game. I took a sip of water from the bottle beside my bed. I regained focus on the game at hand. Eyes furiously scouring the screen and ears pricked at the sound of Cartman's characters footsteps. I swung my character around and shot Cartman right in the ass. "Surprise bitch!"
"Screw you Stan, I'm goin' home!"
"You are home fatass!"
I managed to say before Cartman disconnected. I sighed. It would be good to get a nights rest anyway. After all I was going with Wendy on a date tomorrow. Didn't want to look tired for the love of my life. I had just snuggled down in my nice warm bed when I heard the rapp of knuckles at the window. I lazily lumbered out of bed and, dreary eyed, walked over to the window. There he was. Kyle had climbed up my wall and next to my window. It wasn't such a big deal. We did it all the time when we were a bit younger. However, something told me that this time it was different. I could feel it in my gut.
I flipped open the catch on the window and swept it aside to let Kyle in. He was frantically looking around although he had a huge grin spread on his face. I was happy to see Kyle so elated. After all, his mum had been giving him such a hard time with his grads dropping and all that. I just didn't think I would see him happy ever again! I put on a tired smile myself and out-stretched my hand towards Kyle's to help him up.
Once Kyle was in the room he collapsed on the bed and started laughing manically.
"Ur…? Kyle," He turned his head towards me. "Are you ok?"
"Sure Stan why I've never been better in my entire life!" He said the sentence with such speed it took my five seconds just to register what he had said. Before I could ask him what had brought on this sudden change in mood. Hell, before I could mutter a syllable, he was off.
"Have you ever noticed how there are frogs on your ceiling, or how your room is like, so many different colours, or how about the fact that hat matches the colour of your hat! Wooah that's weird!" Kyle was running around the room now pointing to individual things and saying something weird about them then laughing again while moving on to the next object. I couldn't understand it. Why the hell was Kyle acting this way? My question was answered quicker than I expected when Kyle's hand caught my eye. Kyle brought his hand up to his mouth and I finally saw it. A crack spliff. I couldn't belief it. The guy who had brought us all together to fix Kenny's cheese problem. The guy who I had learnt so many lessons about life with. The kosher Jew who had spent his entire life being the more level headed member of our group. Was on crack. I simply waited until Kyle's drug addicted stupor brought him back in front of the bed then I brought my head down and charged.
I used my football skills to my advantage and rugby tackled him onto the bed. The poor Jew didn't stand a chance of getting back his precious spliff from the floor before it had extinguished.
"You bastard!" Kyle screeched at the top of his lungs. All I saw next was his hand dive into his pocket and bring out a menacing looking trench knife.
Stan was taken aback by what he saw. Kyle now not only was using drugs but had also somehow got his hands on a twelve inch blade. I immediately threw myself off him as he swung the knife where my back had been merely seconds before. Now I was just scared. Kyle started to move towards me brandishing the knife, the grin which once plastered his face was gone now. Now there was only an expression of pure hatred and darkness in his eyes. But it seemed that at least some of Kyle was still in control and Kyle jumped out of the window. I was relived. As anybody would bne to have just escaped deaths iron, cold grasp. It would have been just perfect if only my bedroom had have been on the 1st floor.
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