I followed closely by Eric's side. I began tense up as silence rained. I began to sweat. He didn't notice my nervousness and continued walking.
"So…uh…Cartman…what's up?" I asked the age old question. How original.
He responded with a shrug. He looked like he wanted to say something. But, he wasn't sure if he could. Him considering someone's feeling?! My feelings?!
Now that's even more strange…
"Alright, something's wrong, and it's bugging you, seriously, what's up?"I finally ask.
Cartman stops, not even looking back at me as he sighs, "Nothing, now, let's just keep walking." He looks to the ground sadly.
"…is it about that question you asked me earlier?..." I add in hesitantly.
His cheeks turn crimson red before he speaks, "I-I…maybe…"
I smile. He really wants to know, doesn't he?"
"Well…truth is…" Cartman's eyes widen, hoping for a response, and urging for the suspense to stop.
Just as I'm about to say that I am in fact a homosexual, I realize that Ike is just seconds from impact. He knocks me to the ground with a large tackle, yelling, "Kyle!" cheerfully.
"Hey little bro!" I laugh. I get up, with Ike hugging my neck tightly. Cartman seems unmoved by the affection.
"Uh, sorry Cartman, gotta run, uh, talk to you tomorrow!" I yell over my shoulder as I run home with Ike still in my arms.
I then realize what I was going to do. Was I ACTUALLY going to tell CARTMAN a secret?! I'm glad Ike came in when he did.
I see Cartman's agitated expression, and it crushes me a bit. But I ignore it as I continue to run. The flaps of my hat fly up and bounce as I run. Ike laughs adorably as he grins, delighting in playing with his older brother.
I stop once we reach our house. I go inside, panting as I drop Ike on the couch.
"That was fun, right Ike?" I ask him. He nods and giggles as he gets up and goes to the kitchen, probably to get some food or something. Instead, he returns with a bottle of water, handing it to me, I gladly except it as I gulp it down.
He smiles and walks off to find the TV remote.
I have a great brother, even if he is adopted, I don't mind. It's better than being an only child. My thoughts then sway to Cartman. He's an only child…
In fact, he's the only one in our group that doesn't even have a dad. His mom's a hooker too. This admittedly sucks for him.
Kenny has his older brother Kevin, and his little sister Karen. Stan has his older sister Shelly. And I have Ike. Kenny has his dad. Stan has his. And I have mine. But Cartman…he doesn't have any of those…
I immediately regret leaving him behind for Ike back there now. He must be lonely. And not just walking home, everywhere he goes. Especially at home.
He has no one to talk to. He only has his friends, which are me, Stan, and Kenny. And we rip on him all the time.
I feel a large wave of guilt wash over me as I think the situation over. He NEEDS someone to talk to. He could still be walking nearby! After all I had ran here.
I quickly look out my window, I spot him a couple of feet away from my house, so I rush outside to catch up to him.
Ike looks confused, so I respond half-way outdoors, "I'll explain later, I gotta go talk to Cartman." He nods approvingly as he continues to flip through the channels, trying to find the Terrance and Phillip show.
I rush towards him, I remember what happened the last time I snuck up on him, so instead, I call out his name in a blunt, not fully thinking it over, "Cartman!" I reach out towards him, grabbing nothing but air.
His eyes widen as he turns around, not expecting my presence.
"Jew?" he gasps out, cocking an eye brow. I blush as I let my hand fall limp to my side.
"I-I thought that well, you know, you wanted some…company, w-while you walk…" my blush turns an even darker shade of red as he turns his the head to the side slightly, failing to hide his smile.
"W-Whatever, Kahl."
That's strange…he didn't reject my presence…
"So, uh…do you…ever get lonely…?" I asked him. He froze. Guess he hadn't been expecting such a question.
"What do you mean, Jew boy?" he scoffed. His hazel eyes glaring at me, a grin tugging at his lips.
"Well, I mean, you don't have any brothers or sisters, and, your mom's barley around, don't you EVER get lonely?" I regretted asking him as his smile fell. His eyes gleamed with slight hurt, as if something had clicked in his head.
"Pfft, I don't care. Besides, it's not my fault my mom's a slut…that only freaking cares about her drugs." He mumbled the last part under his breath.
I heard it regardless. I looked down as we continued walking. He really needed someone to talk to…