A/N: Hello there, gentle viewers~
Possible warnings: You know the drill.
Disclaimer: I do not own South Park.
Reviews:
Alcorion: Well, I'm glad. Thank you.
Angelic Guardian: Originally, I didn't even plan to have Ike in it. He kinda just...showed up. I suppose I'm spontaneous like that. xD I'll admit that I love throwing characters in there, especially Pip. Also...xc I'm not a big fan of Stendy, to be honest. Oh well. At least Kyman is in it. I hope that'll be enough to please you.
PimpedOutGreenEars: Hello there new reviewer. Well, thank you for the advice. I've had this thing for Clyde lately. Plus, I love The Mole. Not so much Gregory though....Mole/Clyde? What the hell is THAT?
xEmerald Isle: Arigato~ I'll admit that since you didn't review as soon as you usually did, I was afraid I had lost one of my most faithful reviewers.
Ah, anyway. Thank all of you for reviewing.
Also, the inspiration for this chapter came from LJ's Writer's Block section. I'm afraid I have a bit of a writer's block lately. :c Oh dear.
"Move your fat ass, Cartman!"
Kyle and Cartman were out on the school's gym, running. Kyle had decided to take Ike's advice and try to get closer to Cartman-something he never thought he would be doing. The larger boy was out on the field, running, when Kyle had found him. Cartman was on the football team so he had to keep in shape, but Kyle hated playing any sport. When Cartman had asked him why he was out side running, Kyle had lied and told him that he was thinking about joining the track team because he needed all of the extra curricular activity's he could get for when he was filling out his application to college; colleges liked that type of thing, you know. But Kyle had to wonder...What would Cartman say if he knew the real reason he was out there running beside him?
"I'm trying not to burn out all of my energy just yet, Jew!"
Kyle turned his head so he could see Cartman. He opened his mouth to scream back at the boy, but before a sound could escape his lips he ran strait into something-or someone. He was knocked down by the force hard. He groaned lightly, rubbed the side of his neck where he had gotten hit, then looked up at whatever or whoever he had ran into.
Clyde Donovan.
Clyde had grown a lot since they were kids. He was larger than Kyle and still ranked as the second fattest kid in their school-if you could even count Cartman as fat since he really was big boned. Clyde, like Cartman, had joined the football team and was considered one of the school's 'cool' kids. Girls-mainly Bebe-flocked to him, guys wanted to be him...You know, the usual with jocks. There had been a rumor going around that he had been sleeping around with Token Black, the school's only black student, who also happened to be a boy. No one knew if the rumor was really true or not because Token wouldn't own up to it if it was, and Clyde went around acting like a homophobe and would punch anyone in the face who even brought it up; Craig learned that the hard way one day when he had pretended like he was going to kiss the Donovan boy. (1)
"No fags on our field, Day Walker."
'Day Walker? Really? Really?'
Kyle hadn't heard anyone but Cartman call him that in a long time; not since they were kids, anyway. Clyde was a bit on the slow side though, so he probably couldn't come up with an insult of his own for the redheaded boy right on the spot.
Besides, what Clyde said wasn't really true. Butters-who wanted to be a cheerleader, but was too afraid to actually try out for the squad for fear of being grounded-would come out and practice his dance moves. Kyle had overheard Wendy, who was on the team, telling Stan that Butters had been really good and that Heidi, who was their captain, had offered the boy a spot on the team.
"Get off our field!"
What was the difference between Butters, who acted gayer then anyone Kyle had ever seen, and himself? 'Oh yeah,' Kyle thought to himself. 'Cartman would beat anyone's ass who messed with Butters.'
"No fags on the field?" Speaking of Cartman. He had caught up with Kyle, who was still on the ground, by now; Kyle could tell by the sound of his voice that Eric was right behind him. "Since when? You and Craig are always out here."
For a split second, Kyle thought there was going to be a fight. Clyde, who was slow, knew not to mess with Cartman; he rolled his eyes, told the larger boy to shut up, then walked away. Kyle could hear Cartman let out a sigh.
"Why are you always getting your Jew ass into trouble, Kahl?"
Kyle rolled his eyes and stood up. He took his time to brush off his clothes so he wouldn't have to look his friend in the eye.
"Thanks, fat ass."
"Oh, what was that?" Cartman's voice was smug and Kyle knew that he had to be smirking. "I didn't hear you, Kahl." The redhead rolled his eyes.
"I said 'Thank you', Cartman."
Cartman was about to say something, perhaps rub it in Kyle's face that he couldn't protect himself, but Butters chose that moment to come striding up to them, looking gayer than usual. For some reason, the way Butters was dressed-in a lose tank top that would slip and show his shoulder and a pair of too short shorts-irritated Kyle. The fact that Cartman was smirking at Butter's choice of clothing only pissed Kyle off more.
"W-well, heya fellas. I-I saw what ha-happened. Is everyone a-alright?"
The way Butters talked didn't help Kyle's mood. He couldn't help snapping when he spoke.
"Yes, we're fine, Butters."
The blond looked shocked for a moment but when the harshness of Kyle's voice finally sunk in, he flinched back away from the redhead a little.
"O-oh, w-well, if you say so.."
Not wanting to be around Butters anymore, Kyle turned away from the blond boy. "Yeah, I do. I gotta go. Later." He walked away from them quickly, trying not to be in too much of a hurry.
"O-oh, what's wrong with him? H-he isn't s-sore with me, is he?"
Cartman's smirk didn't disappear completely, but it wasn't as large as it had been mere seconds ago. "No, Butters. Kyle just has sand in his vagina." In truth he thought that Kyle had just been embarresed from being knocked down; he wouldn't put much more thought into it, and he'd rip on the ginger for it later. "Anyway, Butters," The brunet wrapped an arm around the blond and started walking around the track field again. "What's with the outfit? Do you want the boys on the team to molest you?" 'And your sweet little ass.' He kept the last part of the thought to himself.
"Ah, shucks Eric. No. B-but Clyde ke-keeps lookin' at me funny."
Eric looked around the field until he found the mentioned football player. Indeed, the boy was watching them.
"Nonsense, Butters. He just wishes he had your style."
A/N: Aw. I actually like this chapter. Butters is fun for me to writer. Lalala~
(1) Cryde~