It'd only been an hour since I left that dumb drinking party. I don't think my mom really even noticed how I came back the next morning, or she just didn't care. I didn't care either. Even though it was only about 7:23 AM, this has seemed to be a pretty good day. Sure, Craig did pin me down, but part of me thinks that was a good thing. I finally got my secret out, and I had this feeling in my stomach I've never, ever felt before. It was a pleasing feeling. I liked it. I just seriously hope he keeps it as a secret. I know he's good at keeping secrets and all, but Craig and I have never really been friends. I swear I'll tear him apart if he tells anyone. I think I'm fine though, if I don't tell anyone his. Not too sure how I feel about Craig and Tweek...but hey, Kyle and Cartman doesn't sound any better, sadly. I sighed when I thought that. Why can't I just face him and say it? Would he hate me even more if I told him? Would he just hurt my feelings and say to fuck off? Does he feel the same way? I lost track after that question. What if he does really like me back? No. He's strait. I came back to earth and realized I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I seemed to be blinking very slowly. I needed to get up and do something. I couldn't just lay here all day long thinking. That's all I really wanted to do right now, but I had to do something. Trying to figure out what to do, I remembered I had Cartman's phone in my backseat. I was pretty pissed off at him right now, because he didn't go to the party. That asshole probably did that on purpose. I thought. I got up, put on some new clothes, and shoes. Brushed my hair and teeth, and grabbed my car keys that were sitting on my dresser. I tried to make no noise at all as I left the house. If my mom knew I was leaving with out her knowing, she'd kill me. I unlocked my car, open the door, and jump in. The first thing I do is grab Cartman's phone and put it in the shotgun seat. I turn it on, no texts from anyone. "Huh." I say as I shrug it off.
Now that I think about it, I haven't been to Cartman's house in forever. He probably still lived in the same old house. I drove over there knowing exactly where it was. When I got there, I noticed no car was parked in the driveway. No cars were actually there. The front window on their house was cracked, giving it an unwelcome feeling. The paint peeled at the sides of the house. The grass was overgrown, covering the sidewalk leading to the house. I put his phone in my pocket and got out of my car. Carefully walking up to the door. I found myself staring at the door, afraid to knock on it. Biting my lip, I did a slight knock on the door. One time. Two times. Three times. Each hit harder then the last. I start to think no one lives here, but no. He couldn't have moved. Could he? I think I had a mini heart attack when I heard the squeaking door creak open. Cartman grabbed my arm and jerked me in his house, slamming the door behind him.
"Why the fuck are you here?!" He yelled, startling me.
I didn't reply, which I could tell in his face he was getting mad. I chuckled, which made him furious. I was having fun making him mad. I ran past him and went up his stairs. I'm guessing his mom was still a whore, and she was at some guys house, so only Cartman was there. Bingo. I thought. There were three rooms upstairs. I heard Cartman coming up the steps so I took a guess and ran in one of the rooms. Surprisingly, I guessed the right room. I was in Cartman's room. I shut the door and locked it on him. Heh, locking him out of his own room.
"OPEN MY DOOR RIGHT NOW OR I'LL KICK YOU IN THE NUTS!" He screamed at me.
He hasn't changed one bit. I thought. I looked around his room. It was very neat and organized. He still had all his stuffed animals on his window seal. Clyde Frog was on top. His bed was made, and he had pictures sitting on his dresser. Also, He had a desktop computer sitting on his desk. I was sitting right where the door was; Even though it was locked. Cartman was pounding on the door as hard as he could, but I wasn't going to let him in.
"KAHL, GET OUT OF MY ROOM RIGHT NOW OR I'LL FUCK YOU."
I froze.
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