IS THIS REAL LIFE?
Chapter Seventeen
ERIC'S P.O.V
Kenny continued to stare at me for a minute, and I let him, even though I knew that the more he stared at me, the further away Butters got. Having a crying Butters alone in the middle of an unfamiliar city was a bad idea. At leased Stan and Kyle could take care of themselves.
"What...What did he mean?" Kenny choked out eventually. "What was that about Kyle?"
"For once, I actually don't know, dude." I replied, settling back on the couch. "From what I can discern, Stan thinks you fucked Kyle."
"Why?" Kenny butted in.
"Maybe it was your sweaty scene the other day outside your room?" I suggested, a little meanly, I'll admit. But at leased it made him get it, if the understanding dawning on his face was anything to go by.
"Did you fuck him?" I asked, intruiged.
"No..." Kenny answered distractedly. I nodded. I knew that already.
"And Stan's mad because he's in love with Kyle too?" Kenny asked. I was pleased that he thought I knew so much about the world around me.
"Yupp. Want the truth? I've been trying to get them together since we got here. As a favour to Sarah." I hastened to inform him. I didn't want him thinking I had feelings or anything.
"You have?" Kenny asked, dumbfounded.
"Yeah, I've planted some diary entries. Unfortunately, both of them are too faggy to tell eachother." I rolled my eyes. Kenny was too upset to see the humour in the situation yet, so I let his lack of focus slide for now.
"You'd better go, dude." I advised him, jerking a thumb at the door to enhance my point. "It's one big city and one small Butters."
Kenny stared at me, blanching, before grabbing his parka, which had hung forgotten on the back of the kitchen door since we arrived. He zipped it all the way up, so only his eyes were visible, as he stormed towards the door.
"Thanks Eric." He said earnestly before leaving.
"Whatever." I replied, waving my hand. "Just don't expect me to come to your sorry-ass rescue all the time."
But I smiled at him before he closed the front door.
My work here is done...I thought, relaxing for a moment before heaving myself up and heading for Stan and Kyle's room.
Kyle's diary was where he had left it the night before. I read the last entry. Some drivel about how Stan had been acting weird. I flipped back and found my entries, ripping them out. When I was done, there was no evidence that they had ever existed within the book. I took the pages to the dumpster outside so no-one would find them in the trash later.
I called Sarah from Butters' cell phone when I got back, and explained the situation.
"You've done all you can now, babe. All we can do is hope Kyle finds him."
So I sat in the silent apartment. No one was around to see me pray.