A/N: Still not to the plot yet. Give it time.
Possible warnings: The same as before.
Disclaimer: I do not own South Park. Duh.
It was lunch time, the only time Kyle really ever got to see his friends inside school hours. Kyle and Stan were on one side of the table while Cartman and Kenny sat across from them. Stan and Kyle were actually eating while Cartman was teasing Kenny with a French fry. Kyle had to roll his eyes; figures the only time of the day that he'd get to see his actual friends, the fat ass would be there.
Kyle ignored the thought in the back of his head telling him that Cartman wasn't really a fat ass.
"Uck, will you look at them?"
Stan gestured towards the table across the room from theirs. Kyle looked over in time to see Tweek twitch as Craig licked a smear of chocolate off of his cheek. Kyle wasn't really surprised at the sight considering the two had been dating for about three months.
Tweek hadn't really changed much since their younger days. He still had messed up hair that shot out in every direction. He still twitched like he's been electrocuted. He still drank coffee every morning-probably more than he did when they were in elementary school. The only things that really had changed were the fact he was out of the closet, dating Craig, and that his shirt was actually buttoned up.
Craig had changed even less than Tweek. The only real noticeable changes about him were the ones that all high students got.
"Hey!" Cartman called over to Craig and Tweek's table. Leave it to the bastard to cause trouble. "Faggots!"
Tweek just twitched again and muttered "Shut up" while Craig just flipped Cartman off. Their reactions apparently didn't satisfy the wide load because he stood up, ready to march over there and start a fight with their old rival and his boyfriend.
"Damn it Cartman…"
Kyle put his head in one of his hands, cradling it. He wasn't in the mood for this crap. He had to put up with Cartman's shit all day and now this. He was about to say something to stop Cartman from going over there and making an even bigger ass out of himself, but Kenny beat him to it.
Kenny had placed his hand on Cartman's arm. He wasn't strong enough to stop the taller boy if he decided to keep walking, but it caught Cartman's attention; The larger boy looked down at Kenny, a scowl on his face.
"What is it, you cheap asshole?"
Kenny said something that was muffled by the parka he still wore, but Kyle could make out something that sounded like if Cartman got up, Kenny would eat all of his food. Carman apparently figured out what he was saying too because he sat back down, muttering "poor asshole can't even get his own food. I'll kill him if he takes mine".
The only odd part about this wasn't that Cartman sat down; a fat ass had to eat his food, after all. No, the odd part was that he noticed Kenny kept his hand on Cartman's arm a little longer than what was necessary. Kyle narrowed his eyes, but decided not to say anything about it.
"Mr. McCormick!" The school's lunch room monitor chose that moment to walk pass their table. "You know the rules about wearing hoodies in school."
The man scowled and wouldn't leave until Kenny had pulled the hood off of his head. As soon as the teacher on monitor duty walked off though, the blond rolled his eyes and pulled the hoodie back up to cover his face.
Kyle didn't see why Kenny wore a hoodie. The blond was really kind of beautiful. He'd make sure to ask why he covered his face sometime.
Kenny's eyes were blue, but not the dark blue Stan had. His eyes were lighter, like the sky on a clear day. His skin was pale, probably from never being exposed to the sun. His hair was still the same color it had been when they were kids, but now it was longer and locks of it touched his cheeks. Kenny was medium height, not too tall, not too short. His legs were slim and Kyle suspected he was underweight from not being properly fed.
Stan was the second tallest of the group, just after Cartman. Along with Cartman, Stan was on the football team. Unlike Cartman though, Stan was also on the basketball team. His father had tried to get him to play baseball, but after they had to join the team when they were kids, Stan thought the sport was out of the question. He also didn't want anything to do with hockey.
Stan's eyes were dark blue. He wore a coat the same color as the one he had when he was a kid, but he kept this one unbuttoned. He also never wore his hat anymore, allowing his hair to spill out. Stan was handsome, that was for sure. He wasn't feminine like Kenny or Kyle.
Stan was the jock, Kyle the brains, Kenny the pervert, and Cartman the asshole. Just like old times. Except…it really wasn't. Kyle was about to realize how much things had really changed over the years without him even noticing.
The lunch bell chose that moment to ring, bringing Kyle out of his thoughts about his friends. He stood up from the table, his parting words "See you, you guys" before leaving. He didn't bother to wait for Cartman; he could hear the heavy footsteps behind him letting him know the boy was following behind him. He was used to the sound of Cartman rushing after him by now; he had had years to get used to the sound. He noticed almost instantly when the footsteps stopped. He slowed down then looked behind him to see what was stopping the wide load and making him run slower than usual. To Kyle's surprise though, Cartman was nowhere to be seen.
The bell run indicating he was late for class.