"This is a sweet seat up" Kenny was wearing an orange tee with some worn jeans and old chucks with no laces. His hair is a little long but not too short. He looked like he actually combed it this morning.
"There is nothing sweet about this" I reply folding my arms. "This shit is annoying as fuck."
"I get 3 meals a day, drugs, and a room with much better shit than my own." Kenny had a point. This is definitely much better than what he was getting at home.
"I don't like the idea of them trying to get into my head" I replied.
Kenny shrugged. "I don't mind. I don't have anything to hide." Easy for him to say. I have been not feeling like myself lately, I would rather not talk about it. Doctors tend to make small issues into huge problems.
"You see Cartman?"
"Yeah I saw that idiot on my way in. He makes this place sound like it is a vacation." Kyle dad handled all of our cases at the courthouse. He was able to pitch them the idea of having us checked out by doctors and stuff instead of Juvenile hall. It worked but that doesn't mean I have to like it. We can't wear any graphic tees, no shoes with laces, I mean the shit is ridiculous.
Cartman walked up laughing. "You guys, did you see what Kyle is wearing? He is wearing fucking crocs! Those are the gayest shoes ever."
"Shut the fuck up Cartman" I snap. "We wouldn't be here if it was not for you. What else is he to wear when we can't have shoes with laces!"
"He could have made out fine just like me" replied Cartman. "I got these really cool lace free tennis just for this place. They are very comfortable. I don't know why I didn't get shoes like this to begin with." I give Cartman an evil glare.
"I see you guys found each other" said Rachael approaching with Kyle. Kyle looks like he got a haircut before prior to coming here. Probably for the best since we don't know if we can even get haircuts here. "Are you ready for the tour?"
"Yes" said Kenny standing up. I followed behind him walking over to Kyle.
"Hey" I said.
"Hey" he replied sounding tired.
"You okay?" I asked.
"Do I look okay?"
"No"
"You just answered your own question." I glared at him. I know I asked him to come along but I didn't know this was going to happen. I am probably going to have to kiss his ass to make this up to him.
"As you know, this is the rec room "said Rachael. "Once we know where you stand mental wise and with good behavior you can hang here or your room. The TV is controlled by the nurses. If you want to watch something on the TV just ask. You also must share so keep that in mind." She walked through some double doors and turned left. "To the right here is the cafeteria. This is where you will eat. Sometimes you can eat in your room with permission. Just like everything else your mental state and good behavior is taken into account." She continues to walk and explain everything. "Down this hall the remaining rooms are the doctors' offices. At the end of the hall is the conference room where we have group discussion."
Rachael turned right once at the end of the hall. As we are walking I am trying remember where everything is.
"This pretty much concludes the tour. The remaining hallways are more rooms based on the patient. You are on the hall of our least controlled patients. That could change depending on what we found out about you. Are there any questions?" Rachael hands us all each a paper. It was a schedule.
"Do we have to follow this?" I asked.
"For now" said Racheal. "This will not start until tomorrow morning so enjoy your day of complete freedom. Let me walk you back to the rec room." We followed her back to the rec room.
"How come you don't have any game systems?" asked Cartman.
"Most video games are violent and we do not tolerate that here. It is easier to go without the system."
"There are some games now without violence" explained Kyle. "They even have brain games." Rachael smiled.
"I was not aware of that. Maybe I can bring it up to the staff. It would be great entertainment for teen and child patients. Go ahead and have some fun. I will see you all later today." When Rachael walked away. I study the paper she gave me. Breakfast is at 7am. Oh god, 9am one on one therapy, 11am lunch, free time after lunch, 2pm group sessions, and some more shit I don't care about.
"When we get out of here I am kicking your ass!" I said to Cartman as I walked passed him bumping him the process. The last month just about of our summer is being spent in this god forsaken place.
"That is completely unnecessary and they don't tolerate violence. Excuse someone, he threatened me."
"Shut up Cartman!" said Kyle before walking off.
"Man I wish they had a pool table" said Kenny.
I hung out with Kenny for a while before I went to go look for Kyle. Cool thing is I find out his room is across the hall from mine. I knock on his door frame. Until further notice our doors have to stay open when were in there. I can see he is laying tummy first on the bed. He rolls over placing his hands over his face. His shirt has risen a little and I can see a little flesh of his skin.
"I know you don't really care to be around me right now but I need you right now, you're my best friend."
Kyle moved his hands and I saw his red eyes. He's crying!
"Stan, I am scared to be in here" he explained.
"Dude, I'm scared too. I mean I don't want to do this but it is better than a dentition center."
"Better for who?" Kyle asked. "I hope they lock Cartman's ass up and throw away the key." I laughed because it very well could happen. Cartman has gotten away with a lot of shit in the past. I don't think he will be able to hide his faults here. Not that he has ever tried to.
I smile. "It's okay be afraid."
"Really?"
"Well yeah. I don't know what to expect from these people here. What are they looking for by talking to us? I have been going through enough stuff as it is." I lay down beside Kyle on the bed. Surprisingly the mattress is comfy. We are both staring at the ceiling.
"I am cutting Cartman off after this" stated Kyle. "I have to get ready for college and I cannot risk him screwing anything up for me."
"I understand dude. He hasn't changed a bit since we were kids. Sometimes I don't know why we still hang out with him."
"Pity" he said.
"Yeah." I feel our fingers touch lightly, it feels good. I want to hold his hand like we did in the car that night but I don't want to weird him out. I feel Kyle take my hand and I let him.
"You ever think about the time Cartman tricked me into driving a stolen boat?"
"No" replied Kyle.
"I do. Makes me wonder why I trusted him with the whole car thing."
"It's completely stupid to steal a car. I didn't know he had it in him."
"It just seems like Cartman is always getting us into things. He is a drama queen" said Kyle. I didn't say anything. We just stared at the ceiling. I am not sure how long but we drifted off at some point. I was awoken by Cartman's voice.
"Awww how cute, look at the fags Kenny." I open my eyes and looked towards the door. My arms were wrapped around Kyle. We fell asleep and ended up spooning at some point. I feel my face turn red.
"Fuck you Cartman" I snapped. I looked down not wanting to wake Kyle. I slide away from him and walk towards the door. I walk down the hall ignoring Cartman and Kenny.
"So are we really going to act like we didn't just see that" laughed Cartman. Kenny and Cartman followed me. "Although Stan and the faggy jew boy hooking up shouldn't be a surprised."
"Calm down Cartman" said Kenny annoyed. "We have to be stuck here and we have to stick together. For the sake of yourself you better keep the doctors from knowing the real you."
"Whatever" snapped Cartman. "I do what I want. I have nothing to hide." I laugh at that response as I sit down in a chair in the game room. What do I care. He has a lot to hide in my opinion. Although I drifted off I feel a bit drained, maybe the emotional crap I had to deal with today.
"Dinner is going to be in a few" said Kenny. "Do you think we should wake Kyle?"
"Yes" I reply running my hands through my hair. "I'll do it. We will meet you guys there." I sit there thinking for a while before I get up to go get Kyle. I walk up to his room and he looks like he about to wake. He is tossing and turning. He looks like he is crying, is he having a bad dream again?
"Kyle" I called out as I shake him. He is still tossing and turning, I shake him more. Kyle greens shot open. He sits up and hugs me so tightly it knocks the wind of me.
"I keep thinking back to that night" he sniffed. "In the car." Cartman and Kenny are not aware that Kyle has night terrors from the accident. I didn't want Cartman making fun of him, especially with him being the cause of these night terrors.
"It's okay Kye, I'm here" I smoothed him. I started rocking him back and forth. I buried my head in his hair. Those lovey dovey feelings were trying to come to the surface again. I pull away from Kyle not wanting to get a hard on when I am suppose to be comforting him. I stand up putting my hands in my pockets. "They are already serving dinner or whatever."
Kyle stood up with his face a little flushed. He looked so cute like that. I turn away for a moment to regain myself.
"How do I look?" he asked. "I don't want to look like a weak asshole who can't handle being away from home."
"You can handle being away from home" I said. "You stay over at my house all the time." Kyle hit my arm.
"That might be what they are thinking" he said walking out the door and I followed. We walked in silence on the way to the cafeteria. Once we got there we could see some patients had assistants to help them eat. There was a line like in a school cafeteria. There are a few people in front of us. I looked at what they were serving. Not bad actually.
The main course looked like you could have salisbury steak or baked chicken. Said options was greens beans, corn, mash potatoes, and mac and cheese. I was expecting the food to be total crap, well we haven't tasted it yet. Kyle and I grabbed our food headed over to Kenny and Cartman.
"I can't believe they won't let us have seconds!" exclaimed Cartman. "This is total bullshit."
"This is not a buffet fat ass" said Kyle sitting down. I sat next to him.
"This food is good" said Kenny with a full mouth.
"Dude, chew with your mouth close" I told him.
"Of course this food is good to you Kenny, anything is better than the frozen waffles your family is always choking down" said Cartman. Kenny rolled his eyes.
"What do you think they are going to discuss at these one on one sessions?" Kyle asked.
Kenny shrugged. "They probably want to make sure we are not crazy or something."
"Most of us are not" replied Kyle giving Cartman the death stare.
"Why are you looking at me Kyle?" asked Cartman. "There is nothing wrong with me." I roll my eyes and resume to eating my food.
We start making chit chat about what we are going to do when we get out here. Going to the arcade is at the top of the list. Cartman was more focused on the food places he was going to eat at once he got out.
We make our way back to our assigned rooms to get ready for bed. I dislike not having a bathroom in my room. The bathroom is in the hall. We are lucky enough to not be in the hall where the rooms have to be locked at night.
As I lay in bed I really can't sleep. I wonder if Kyle is able to sleep. I just hope we will be okay given the night terrors he has. Kyle has been spending the night over almost every weekend since the accident. I didn't know about the nightmares until Ike told me one day when I was over at their house. When we sleep over he doesn't have them, he actually sleeps.
It's only natural to start liking someone when you spend a lot of time around them right? It feels like our friendship has shifted in some way but I continue act as if I don't know these feelings. It's much easier. I drift off to sleep thinking about Kyle.