When Kyle opened his eyes and saw Cartman right next to him with his arm around him fast asleep,
He smiled and slowly shut his eyes.
It felt so amazing to be with Cartman again, He couldnt even believe how bad it hurt to be without him.
Kyle snuggled himself closer to Cartman's chest to which Cartman just let out a loud snore, shuffled a little bit then settled
still sleeping, Kyle grinned at this. Cartman looked so peacful when he was sleeping, so at ease.. he sighed allowing himself to
daze off back to sleep. A few minneutes later Kyle heard his phone vibrate on the desk beside him, he slowly opened his eyes and saw his phone lighting
up and vibrateing, He looked at Cartman who was still fast asleep. Kyle groaned, he concidered iggnoreing the call but he didnt want a chance of the
vibration wakeing Cartman up. He slowly reached his arm over trying to grab the cellphone, Cartman groaned in his sleep beside him and toke his arm away from him
turning to the other side sighing and still asleep. Kyle quickly grabbed the phone and looked, 'Stan calling' it said, Kyle pressed answer,
"Hello?" he whispered.
"Hey Kyle"
"Hey.." Kyle whispered sleepily, rubbing his eyes. "What's up?"
"Nothing really, hey you never finished your story last night"
"Huh?"
"The story, you were telling me last night why you slept over at Cartman's then some weirdo kept ringing the doorbell."
"Oh.. Oh yeah that."
"So.. what happened?"
"Um, You know, none of that matters now"
"Uh.. Why?"
"Beacuse.. Things changed."
Stan waited a moment before responding, "What changed? I thought Cartman didnt want to be with you"
Kyle frowned at the comment, 'Some best friend'
As if Stan read his mind he quickly added, "I mean, didnt want to hurt you and um, stuff"
"Yeah well.. I guess he reconcidered."
Stan toke a few more moments. "How, Reconcidered?" He asked in a vauge tone.
"Well.. We got back together."
five seconds later, "YOU WHAT?!" Stan answered so loud Kyle pulled the phone away from his ear.
Kyle quickly looked to Cartman Who tossed onto his back but still asleep, "SHH! You'll wake him up!" Kyle whispered almost panicking.
"Wake him up?! Kyle?! He's sleeping over there!?"
Kyle got up from his bed quietly and quickly opened his door and headed down the steps,
"Um, Yeah. He did" Kyle said pouring a glass of water,
"Kyle?! What the hell?!"
Kyle frowned and slammed the glass down, "What? And why are you so fucking angry?!"
"Kyle.." Stan began. Stan used that tone that let Kyle know he was pinching the bridge of his nose.. what he did when he was frustrated.
"Do you really think this is a good idea?" Stan asked in a calmer tone.
"Why wouldnt it be? and I thought you'd be fucking happy for me, What's your problem?!"
He heard Stan give a loud sigh "I just.. Dont think thats the smartest thing to do"
Kyle tightened his fists, what right did he have?! He wasent his fucking mom!
"Yeah well I dont give two fucks about what you think! Jesus, I know you hate him Stan but why cant you be fucking happy for me?!"
"He's an alcoholic!"
"He's changed!"
"You cant cure an addiction over night Kyle"
Kyle turned around, "Whatever dude. If you cant you just be a good friend and be glad for me, then fuck you"
Kyle hung up and slammed the phone down on his kitchen counter.
Stan heard the dial tone ring in his ear then slowly toke the phone away and hung up.
"They got back together?" Kenny asked beside him.
Stan nodded his head slowly and Kenny nodded his head and flicced his lighter.
"Dude, He's just going to mess up like last time, and hurt Kyle even worse" Stan said as Kenny lit his ciggerate.
Kenny shrugged and exhaled puting a hand on Stan's shoulder, "He's gotta learn somehow"
Stan nodded his head, "I dont fucking get it. Cartman fucking hit him and Kyle's still going back to him."
Kenny nodded his head takeing another drag,
Stan looked to Kenny, "How long do you think he'll last?"
Kenny exhaled, "Let's put it this way, he's worse then my fucking parents"
"Meaning.."
"Meaning, Not long. I'd be supprised if he got through tonight without a drop of alcohol"
Stan sighed and put his hand to his forhead, "Kenny, this is so fucked up"
Kenny nodded takeing another drag.
Kyle calmed himself down downstairs in the kitchen by pacing and ranting.
'Why cant Stan just be fucking happy? If he were a real friend he would.
Cartman is the best thing in my life! Cant Stan fucking see that?!'
Kyle sighed and stopped pacing, a few seconds later headed for the stairs.
He decided not to let Stan get to him, Cartman was still here and he should atleast enjoy it.
Kyle opened his bedroom door seeing that Cartman was still sleeping.
Kyle slid inside and quietly closed the door behind him.
Cartman was snoreing a little bit, as Kyle got to the bed, Cartman basically toke over the bed last night,
AND hogged the covers. Not that Kyle minded much, Just having him there was comfey enough.
Kyle lifted the blanket a little trying to squeeze in beside him which he found almost impossible, beacuse of Cartman's weight.
Kyle even pushed him a little bit but Cartman didnt budge.
Kyle finnaly gave up and just laid ontop of his leg and half his chest that toke up the bed, Kyle sighed and closed his eyes,
One thing he learned, Cartman was a deep sleeper. Which was probably a good thing.
Suddenly Cartman began to move and flipped over onto his other side facing Kyle, the movment almost made Kyle fall off but Cartman's hand
grabbed him and snuggled him close into his arms as if he was a teddybear. He muffled something in his sleep a little bit then rubbed his head in the pillow.
Kyle smirked smiling. This felt really good.. he finnaly felt completely comfortable. He closed his eyes with a grin, enoying the warmness of Cartman's obbese body
holding onto him. Kyle sighed happily again ready to go into a deep sleep..
Suddenly he heard the door cracking open, Kyle glanced but couldnt see the door, he didnt want to get up, risking the chance of Cartman flipping over again.
He iggnored it and closed his eyes, then a flash of light appeared through his eyelids and his eyes shot open.
Ike was standing there with a smirk on his face and a camara in one hand, Kyle frowned, "Ike, What the hell?! Get out of here!"
Ike tapped the camara onto his hand twice then smiled, "Will do"
A few seconds went by and Kyle then realized, Ike has a picture! He knew He'd probably blackmail him into showing mom and dad.
Kyle quickly got up from the bed as Cartman's hand fell and Kyle went out the door and ran down the steps, "Ike! Give me your camara!"
"No way!" Ike yelled downstairs, Kyle groaned and fled down the steps down to Ike's room, "Ike, delete that fucking picture"
Ike held the camara behind his back, "No way"
"Ike! Now!"
Heavy footsteps suddenly slowly came down the steps, Kyle looked and Saw Cartman awake with messy hair sleepily looking a bit annoyed from
being woken up and store at them, "Why's everyone yelling?" He asked in a bored tone.
Kyle turned to him and pointed in Ike's direction, "HE toke a picture of us when we were sleeping! Now he's probably going to tell my parents!"
Cartman's eyes went wide and instantly his tired face fadded and he frowned stepping forward, facing Ike.
"Ok little dude, Give us the picture"
Ike laughed, "No way"
Cartman clenched, "Kid, I'm serriously, give us the fucking camara now"
Ike smirked, "And what if I dont?"
Cartman stepped more towards him, "Ill rip your fucking balls off!"
"Dude!" Kyle interupted, stepping infront of Cartman, "That's my brother!"
"Well I guess I could delete the picture.. for a price"
Kyle turned to him and frowned, "What price?"
Ike put his hand to his chin thinking thoughtfully, "Well.. you know that video game Space wars you never let me play"
"Yeah.."
"I want to play that"
"Whatever Ike" Kyle said trying to snatch the camara away,
"Ah-ah Video game" Ike reminded him, "Dude now way! you'll delete my highscores!"
"No I wont!"
"You always do! I dont let you play my games beacuse you delete my scores and put your name so you think
you rank higher then everyone else!"
"Nu uh!"
"Just give us the goddamn Camara!" Cartman yelled getting annoyed.
Ike glanced at him then back to his brother, "Video game"
Kyle frowned, "No way!"
Ike sighed sarcastically, "Ok fine, you win. But I guess it'll suck if I accidently am looking through my pictures and mom
and dad accidently see that Your boyfriend slept over last night. The camara has dates you know."
"Ugh" Kyle looked up, "Fine. Play the stupid game"
Kyle tried grabbing the camara but again Ike pulled it away, "Oh and uh, My chores?"
"Done."
"And homework?"
"Your pushing it"
Ike pressed buttons and looked to the picture "I wonder how mom and dad will react to this.."
"Fine! Alright! I'll do your fucking homework for ONE week, But that's it!"
Ike shrugged "Fair enough" he decided and tossed the camara into Kyle's hands and went past him going upstairs to the kitchen.
Kyle rolled his eyes and turned on the digital camara and flipped through pics.
Cartman walked up beside him and looked to the camara as well.
Kyle got to the picture and almost pressed delete then store at it, "You know.. this is kinda cute"
Cartman looked at him and rolled his eyes and grunted looking away.
"I'm saving it" Kyle said pressing store on the camara.
"Dude, What if your parents see it?"
"They wont, I'll send it to my email and delete it on the camara."
Cartman snorted, "Your so fucking faggy dude"
Kyle frowned then looked at the picture and let out a small smile. It really was cute.
Stan and Kenny were clicking away at the videogame infront of them playing Battle ship.
The beeping sounds went off on the Tv as they moved their controlers around playing the game,
The sound went off in a low Beep. "Hah! Beat you again sucker!" Stan mocked Kenny as Kenny frowned.
Kenny tossed the controler down onto the ground, "Whatever, Your talking to a kid that can only afford a fucking gameboy.
Your used to it"
"Hah, whatever. Make all the excuses you want" Stan smiled proudly and put his hands behind his head.
Kenny rolled his eyes and lifted his foot up onto the couch tying his untied shoe.
"So, what are your plans for today?"
Kenny shrugged, "I dunno. Girls, smokeing. The usual"
Stan nodded.
"What about you?"
Stan looked down, "Uh.. I was thinking of stopping by at Kyle's later"
Kenny raised an eyebrow, "Dude he has Cartman over"
"I know but.. He's pissed at me. I just want to set it right"
Kenny nodded and refocoused his attention on tieing his shoe.
"I mean.. Kyle's happier now yeah, but for how long? Remeber how bad Kyle felt last time."
Stan faced towards Kenny more and continued "And it wont be long before that fatass starts drinking again and Hurts Kyle a lot fucking harder"
Kenny toke a ciggerate out from his orange sweatshirt and a lighter, and put the ciggerate to his mouth "I know whacha mean" Kenny mumbled
and lit the lighter. "Dude! Not here!"
"What?"
"You cant smoke in here remember"
Kenny store at him and rolled his eyes putting the ciggerate back and stod up,
"Well I need the buzz.. Think I'll step out."
Stan stod up, "I'll come with you"
They headed outside and Kenny zipped up his sweatshirt as the cold winter air flowed over them.
Kenny stod on the side of Stan's house and lit a ciggerate up and inhaled then let it out.
"I got one question" Kenny said.
Stan looked to him, and Kenny frowned "Why were you being such a douche a few weeks ago?"
Stan frowned, "Huh?"
"I mean, I dunno. When you were like why are you standing up for Cartman and shit, screaming in my face."
Stan's frown slowly fazzed and he looked down, "Sorry.. I guess I was just annoyed."
"At me?" Kenny asked in question
"Well yeah.. I dunno. I guess after all Cartman's done, You'd atleast be on our side."
"Hey woah, woah, woah, I'm on both sides." Kenny said putting his hands infront of him in deffence, holding the cig between his two fingers on the right.
Kenny inhaled and exhaled, "See it's like this. You guys are all my friends right? I understand where you are comming from with Kyle, But I know what it's
like for Cartman too.. It's hard dude. It's really fucking hard"
Stan looked down and put his hands in his pockets shrugging, "I guess I never really thought of it like that"
Kenny toke another inhaled drag and let it out then threw the cigerate to the snow, "Come on lets go to my house." and started walking.
"Your house?" Stan followed.
"Yeah, see if Kevin's alive yet" Kenny shrugged.
Stan nodded and followed.
Cartman and Kyle sat on Kyle's couch watching Tv as Cartman switched the channels, his other arm was around Kyle.
"What time do you think your parents are getting home?"
Kyle's head was resting on Cartman's shoulder and he glanced up at him,
"I dont know. They were at a dinner party last night. They called earlier saying their comming home soon."
Cartman stared blankly at the Tv still switching the channels, "Will they care if I'm here?" he asked, not takeing his eyes off the Telivision.
Kyle smirked "Who cares" He leaned in and pressed his lips to his, Cartman gladly kissed back then Kyle rested his head back to his shoulder.
Cartman sighed, "I really dont want to go home" he mumbled, Kyle looked up to him then laced Cartman's fingers with his.
"Remember what you promised." he said. Cartman looked to him, "What?" Kyle frowned and Cartman laughed, "No I know. No drinking, right."
"Cartman, serriously." Cartman noticed that tone in Kyle's voice and shut off the tv. He shifted towards him,
"Kahl I'm not doing that again, Ok? I'm not going to fucking lose you"
"Did you.. feel weird.. not having any today?"
Cartman cocked his head and looked to the wall thinking about it, "A little.. but" Cartman looked back to him, "Your worth it."
Kyle smiled, "I choose you" Cartman added.
Kyle grinned widder and leaned in kissing Cartman's lips, then felt as Cartman's tounge slipped into his mouth and Kyle held onto
his back, Slowly they started kissing harder and Cartman held Kyle's back forcing him closer and leaning against Kyle getting him to
lay down on the couch, He did and Cartman put his fingers through the red heads hair and -
"Hey!"
Cartman looked over seeing Ike standing there with his arms crossed.
"Get a room" he lurred waving his arm away.
Kyle looked up, "Ike, Get the fuck out of here"
Ike smirked and put his hands behind his head leaning against the wall, "Hey its a free country.
And may I remind you your in the livingroom? Go to your fucking room if you guys wanna start butt fucking"
Kyle frowned in fury, "IKE I'M FUCKING SER-"
"Wait" Cartman interupted and sat up from Kyle, "Ike.." he began.
Ike crinkled his nose in the same cross armed possition, he couldnt wait to hear what the fat boyfriend had to say.
"Genetics"
Ike raised his eyebrow, "What?"
"Genetics kid. See most people in the world are straight beacuse their brothers and sisters where straight so they were straight,
their kids were straight so on and so on. But what people dont understand is that what really affects the person are the people
around them who start getting generally confused, Now most the time it is just confussion caused by some more confusion from their younger
sibblings beacuse their older sibblings went through this so called confussion, it could be a faze, or it could be real. If it's real, beacuse of living
with this young stud right here -" Cartman tapped Kyle's shoulder, "You have a sixy percent chance of turning gay yourself.
You'll be ass fucking in no time" Cartman grinned.
Ike store at him with his mouth hung open and eyes wide, completely shocked.
"Uh.." Ike studdered, "Are.. Are you saying I could turn gay too? Beacuse My brothers gay?!"
Cartman grinned "Exactly"
Ike still store at him wide eyed and stunned, "Thanks a lot Dickface! Now I might turn gay like you!"
Kyle smiled, "welcome" Ike rolled his his and ran to the steps, Kyle turned around, "Where are you going?!"
"To look up hott chicks on the internet. I'm not going to be gay!"
Kyle laughed and turned to Cartman and laughed, "You completely freaked him out!"
Cartman grinned and put his hands around his head, "I know"
"Uh.. Was that true? All that stuff you said?"
Cartman waved his hand, "Nah, I just pulled that shit outta my ass, its not true."
Kyle laughed put his arm around Cartman's stomach holding him closer.
Kenny inhaled the last of his ciggerate and exhaled while he put it out on the ashtray.
"Kevin!" he yelled, "What?!" Kevin yelled from the other room,
"What time's dad commin home?" he yelled,
Kevin didnt answer a few seconds then, "The fuck should I know?!" Kenny rolled his eyes and continued ashing the
still burning ciggerate. "Is he always like that?" Stan asked, sitting beside Kenny.
Kenny glanced at him, "Like what?"
"Like, Always deffensive about things?"
Kenny shrugged "Pretty much." Kenny got up from the couch, "hey you wanna coke er somthin?"
"uh.. No thanks"
"Kay. more for me" Kenny walked into the kitchen.
Stan smiled then reached in his pocket and toke out his phone. He flipped it open.. nope.
Still nothing from Kyle.
'Wonder if he's still with Cartman'
Kenny came back out with a beer and set it down on the table and store at the tv infront of them.
"Dude, I thought you were getting a pop"
Kenny shrugged, "yeah, for you. Why you want some beer?"
"Uh no thanks ken."
Kenny shrugged and toke a sip of it. "Kyle still hasent called" Stan said looking back to his cell phone.
Kenny put a hand on Stan's shoulder, "Dont sweat it, he's probably just with Cartman"
"Yeah? He's Always with Cartman! Even when he's not with Cartman, Kyle's still constantly thinking about him so he
is with Cartman! It's always about Cartman!" Stan looked away and clenched his fists.
"Dude.." Kenny finnaly said aloud, "Are you.. jelous?"
Stan frowned and looked at him, "Yeah Kenny. Yeah I am jelous, beacuse my so called bestfriend is always out with his boyfriend
and he barley hang out anymore! And when we do, he's always talking about Cartman, or 'Cartman Problems'" Stan signilized with his two fingers.
Stan sighed and looked away. Kenny put his arm around his shoulder, "He just loves him a lot dude"
Stan rolled his eyes, "I know. I can see that"
Stan looked to him, "And thats what I'm fucking worried about. Kyle does love him a lot. too much probably, and Cartman's just going to
fuck up again and do the same thing he did last time."
Kenny stared at him not knowing what to say then looked down.
Cartman and Kyle havent moved from the couch for hours.
They were just so comfortable there.. luckily Ike was still downstairs looking at "Hott chicks" on the computer, from the crap Cartman
put in his head, so he wasent around to annoy.
Cartman nuzzled his face closer to Kyle's and Kyle smiled, then Cartman looked to his watch.
"Shit" he said a loud.
"What?"
"I gotta go"
"Why?"
Cartman smirked "Beacuse its nine fucking thirty and your jew mom will beat me with a bat if I'm still here"
"Oh.. Yeah.. right" Kyle remembered their parents rule about having no friends over past nine.
"Well.. love you" Kyle made a small smile.
Cartman grinned and frenched him on the lips a few seconds then got up, "You too. See yeah tomorow"
"Ok, Text me asshole!"
"Jews text first!" Cartman shut the door behind him, and headed for his car, Thank fucking god for rental cars.
he got it before he got to Kyle's.. its a little crappy but it's a car. Cartman had to roll his eyes at the thought of how
his mom will react when she finds out he crashed the car.
'Jesus fucking christ, it takes that long to come home from a dinner party?' Cartman shoke his head.
He concidered himself lucky not to be dead by now, if his mom came home before he looked at the time.
Cartman opened the door, got in and slammed it behind in, starting it up and driving onto the road.
Kyle watched as his boyfriend sped away.
Cartman's felt the urges like fucking crazy today, he didnt want to mention anything to Kyle about it though.
"No drinking" he said a loud. "No fucking drinking."
He told himself to pack the full bottles up in his room and put it back in the fridge when he gets home.. that reminded him.
He wondered if His mom and Rick would be home.
A few minneutes later Cartman toke a turn and entered his parkingspace at his house.
He got out and locked it. He looked, No cars.
Cartman sighed and headed for the door.. guess noone was home again.
He swung open the door but oddly found all the lights turned on.
Cartman dropped his key's on the table and slowly tried to tiptoe around the back. Did someone break in? why are the lights on?
"Hey Junior" Cartman jumped as he jerked his head in Rick's direction who was leaning against the wall with a coffee mug.
Cartman frowned, "Where's my mom?" he asked sternly.
Rick looked down into his coffee mug and shoke it around a little, "Oh she just, went away for a little bit"
Cartman's eyes widened, "Went away?! What do you mean went away?!"
"I mean she left. Packed her bags and fucking left."
Cartman felt his jaw opening,
Rick rolled his eyes and snorted in discust, "Probably whoreing around with a bunch of guys right now" he said before
takeing a sip of his coffee. Cartman store at him in disbelief, 'She just left? Packed her bags and left? without me?! leaving me with this asshole?!'
"Oh, that reminds me" Rick put his coffee mug down and steped a few inches closer to Cartman that made him want to back up a little bit, but didnt.
No way he was giving Rick the satisfaction he intimidates him.
"You been stealin my heroine boy?!" Rick asked with a evil look in his eye. Cartman knew that look. That was the look Rick gave his mom everytime
she's about to go for a beat down. Cartman couldnt help it, he toke a step back. "Um.. no" Cartman said nervously.
"Yeah, Well I think your liein" Rick stepped forward and gave him a push.
He stepped forward again and pushed him again, "You better not fucking lie to me"
Everytime Rick toke a step forward Cartman toke a step back, "You know what I do to Liars junior?!" Rick asked
gruffly then grabbed the front of Cartman's black T-shirt forcing his face close to his, "I fuck them up! Do you want to be fucked up?!" He so loud it could almost echo.
"No" Cartman said quietly.
"Then Stop-" Rick banged Cartman's head against the wall, "FUCKING-" Banged again, "LYIN!"
Cartman could feel swelling at the back of his head as he was forced to stare Rick in the eyes.
"Now tell me.." Rick clutched onto him so close their noses could almost touch, "Do you want to do this the easy way.. or the hard way"
his voice darkened. Cartman felt his heart pounding from the outside, "Uh.. the easy way" he said nervously.
Rick smiled "Good little fagget" He rubbed the top of his head.
"Now I'll ask you again.." Rick kept Cartman's hold to the wall, "Did you use some of my heroine or not?"
"Um.. I guess, a lit- OWCH!" He cried out when Rick socked him in the stomach.
"NOT! WHAT I WANTED TO HEAR!" Rick sneered, and let go of Cartman causing him to fall chest first to the ground.
Cartman shakeingly tried to get up, then Rick kicked him hard on the side causing him to fall down again,
"Dont, use my fucking stuff!" He kicked him hard again,
"I'm Sorry Ok?! I'm fuck- OUGH! Please" Cartman begged as the never ending pain continued throbbing in Cartman's
stomach as he got kicked over and over again.
Eventually Rick stopped kicking and hurled up a load of saliva and spit it on his face, "Dont fucking forget that" Rick said as he started walking out
of the room. Cartman laid still on the floor.
Pain.
All over again.
The pain.
It's been five minneutes and Cartman still hasent moved, he could hear Rick put on the Tv and him watching football in the other room and he still
hasent moved. Cartman moved his face a bit to the other side and grumbled he slowly reached his hand from spread on the floor to his side which
hurt like a bitch the second he gently touched it. He clenched his eyes and teeth at the pain and removed his hand.
There was forsure going to be a bruise there. Cartman still felt everlonging pain at the back of his head when he got slammed.
He touched the back of his head that also hurt and stung like hell when he touched it, he pulled his hand away and saw blood.
He was bleeding at the back of his head?! FUCK!
Cartman quickly glanced around, a part of him knew Rick was in the other room watching Tv, he could hear him yelling at the screen,
But another part of him was still extreamly parinoid that out of nowhere he'll just end up getting kicked again if he tried to get up.
He breathed deeply and shakeingly put his hands to the ground lifting himself up off the ground.
"Yeah! WOOOOH! Go bronkos! Kick their ass! Yeah!" he heard Rick in the other room.
All Cartman could feel.. was physical pain, on his legs on his stomach, chest, sides, head.
He wanted to walk to a chair and just sit still but he knew even walking will hurt.
He breathed deeply and toke his first step, then the next, then the next, his legs throbbed, he could feel bruises on them.
He slowly entered the kitchen trying to get to the fridge. All that was on his mind was the pain.
All he wanted to do was get rid of it.
'Rid of pain. Rid of pain. ease.. Numb myself.. Burn.. feel the BURN!' Cartman opened the fridge and saw.. no alcohol.
His eyes widdened, "WHAT?!"
"If your lookin for the booze I hid it" he heard Rick yell from the other room,
Cartman painfully walked into the livingroom where Rick sat. Cartman store angerly at him.
Rick could tell this and shrugged, "What? I pay money for that shit. Cant have you allways takein them" he said swinging vodka into his mouth
makeing Cartman green with envy. Cartman's legs were shakeing and he knew he had to sit down, he hurried to the kitchen and sat on one of the chairs.
He sighed and hung his head down, he almost felt like crying, he Had to go THROUGH this?! Through this pain!? WITHOUT ANY FUCKING RELIEVER?!
Cartman sniffled then remembered.. he promised Kyle he wouldnt drink anymore.
'But.. this is an exception' he faught himself, 'I'm in real fucking pain here! he'd let this go!' Cartman told himself.
Cartman sighed and held onto his stomach that begged for relieveing, for the burning feeling.
He rocked back and forth trying to iggnore it, trying, trying, harder, harder. Cartman was almost holding his breath.
A few seconds later he sped off the chair to the table grabbing his keys on the livingroom table.
Rick looked up to him, "Where ya goin?"
Cartman looked down at him.. he couldnt even explain how bad he wanted to punch this asshole.
"Friend's house"
Rick smirked, "You mean your boyfriends?" Rick grinned and poured more alcohol in his mouth.
Cartman glared and headed for the door slamming it behind him.
The fucking cold made the pain worse. These were ripped open sours on the back of his head, and having cold air
blowing into it fucking HURT! Cartman tried running but his legs denied it due to the fact they hurt like hell too.
Cartman pressed unlock praising himself for each step he's makeing without falling down. He gets inside the car and slams it behind him,
resting his head to the wheel breathing hard. That was the most painful thing.
Cartman rubbed his head against the steeringwheel. One thing on his mind, Alcohol.
He had to get it, he NEEDED to get it! He had to cure this fucking pain! be numb from all this.. not be in this fucking world anymore.
Cartman turned on his engine and backed up his car. he knew where he was going.
Kenny's.
He couldnt go to Kyle's beacuse ONE, Kyle will bitch him out for doing alcohol, let alone he didnt even know if Kyle had any,
and two, his bitch mom would be there and Kyle and her would see what he looks like and play a million questions.
He couldnt go to Stan's house beacuse he fucking hates him.
And Kenny's house.. Well Kenny's parents dont give a rat's ass what happens to him, and Kenny has alcohol.
Cartman grinned at the thought, he couldnt wait to get the sweet lingering taste of the burning liquid inside him that
he has been refussing all day. Cartman toke a turn and parked his car turning off his engine. Thank god he lived close.
Cartman painfully got out and started for Kenny's door though the snow that got into his shoes makeing his feet freezing.
He finnaly got to the doorstep, and banged on his door, "Kenny open up!"
'Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang-'
"Open up you asshole!" 'Bang, Bang, Bang, bang, Bang,' The door swung open and Kenny stod there with a currious and yet annoyed look
on his face, Cartman saw the beer in Kenny's hand, "Gimme that!" he yelled and snatched it from his hand and barged inside Kenny's house.
"Cartman, What the fu-"
Kenny stared at him wide eyed, "Dude you said you were done drinking"
Cartman frowned getting impatient, "I know, Dude fuck that! I'm in fucking pain!"
"I can see that" Kenny looked at him up and down seeing bruises on his legs and two on his arm.. pretty sure he saw blood dripping
onto his neck from his head but he wasent sure, "Jesus dude what happened to you?"
"No, No! Cant talk! Alcohol! I need fucking whisky man" Cartman grabbed hold of Kenny's front collor shirt,
"Kenny, If you dont get me a fucking drink, I swear to god I'll -" Cartman's face changed and he squinted his eyebrow's
"I'll.." Cartman released Kenny and fell to the ground and threw up, leaving puke all over the floor.
"Sick! fucking sick! On my carpet?!"
Cartman looked up to him with a needing look, "Please.. alcohol.. burning feel.." he begged and he fell into his own puke.
Kenny made a discusted look then went started walking, "I'll get it" he mumbled.
Authors Note:
Hope you liked it.. Write the next chapter soon! :)
hah, didnt think he'd relaps did you?
btw, most of you thought id write.. yay Kyle and Cartman are back together, they get
rid of rick and happily ever after.
Well.. I'm not that kind of author :)
lol, ill keep you guessing on whats comming next.. I love twists.
REVIEW PLEASE!! To the people that do.. im mainly doing this story for you dudes. :)