Chapter thirteen: Really mom?
In this chapter Sheila isn't going to be accepting of Kyle's relationship with Cartman. She isn't gonna be homophobic, it isn't the fact that they're gay, it's the fact that it's Cartman. She knows he changed, but she's worried for when that all goes away (aka when he's back to normal)
Kyle woke up to the sound of talking coming from the kitchen. He checked his watch, it was 5:00. His dad was home from work. Cartman was still asleep on his lap, and Ike was watching Terrence and Phillip.
"Morning Sunshine." The Canadian boy teased, while Kyle gently placed his boyfriend's head on a pillow and stood up.
"Hey, Ike. How was school?"
"Fine. By the way, as horrible as this sounds; you might want to eaves drop on mom and dad."
Kyle stared at the ten year old in confusion, but proceeded to do just that. He stood just out of sight and listened to the conversation.
"I don't know Gerald. I know he's been a lot nicer since Kyle hit him with that basketball last week, but I'm still worried for Kyle."
"Sheila, leave him alone. Kyle is fifteen now, he can take care of himself."
"I know that, but Eric Cartman doesn't exactly have the best track record."
"Those were mistakes from when he was eight, are you really gonna hold that against him? He's treating Kyle properly Sheila. He loves him and that's what matters."
"And what about his mother, if this relationship continues? What if they marry? I do NOT want Kyle to have that slut as a mother-in-law!"
"Excuse me?"
Sheila and Gerald quickly turned their heads to find Kyle standing there. He had heard enough.
"Bubba, how much did you hear?"
"Enough to know that you don't like my boyfriend!"
"Kyle, he isn't right for you! There are much better boys out there. Like, your friend Stan for instance!"
"One, Stan is straight AND has a girlfriend. Two, I don't love Stan I love Eric! And THREE, I CHOOSE MY BOYFRIENDS, NOT FUCKING YOU!"
"Kyle, calm down. I am as much on your side as you are, but shouting won't-"
"I am SICK of you trying to control me mom! You have demanded that if I didn't bring home A's then I wasn't welcome here, since I was SIX! You have demanded that I was up at the crack of stupid so I wasn't late for the bus, even though you wake me up THREE HOURS BEFORE IT ARRIVES! WE LIVE FIFTEEN FEET AWAY FROM THE BUS STOP! And now you want to choose my BOYFRIEND TOO! I'M FIFTEEN YEARS OLD, NOT FIVE!"
"Kyle, what's going on?"
Kyle turned his head to see a weary Eric leaning against the doorframe.
"N-nothing, cupcake. Go back to sleep, everything's fine."
He grabbed his boyfriend's arm and led him back over to the couch, shooting his mom an "I'm not through with you" look.
"Holy Moses, Kyle. I didn't think you ever GOT angry!" Ike praised in awe. Kyle smirked at his younger brother before retorting. "Because you don't piss me off." A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Kyle answered it to reveal a swarm of friends. On his porch were Stan, Butters, Kenny, Craig and Tweek.
"Hey guys. What's up?"
"We were wondering if we could hang here for a bit. We got bored." Stan answered honestly.
"Sorry guys, Cartman's asleep right now and I don't want to wake him. He's been through a lot, y'know?"
"Right. Has his mom called at all about him not coming home from school?" Kenny asked, concerned. He was hoping his friend's mom at least cared enough about him to call and see if he's okay.
"I'm not sure; I just woke up myself..." He chuckled nervously. "I'll ask my mom."
Kyle walked over to the kitchen. His friends kinda sorta maybe granted themselves permission to enter. A few minutes later he came back, shaking his head.
"My mom said not a single phone call. I feel bad for him. We spent the entire weekend together and his mom was there for maybe five minutes maximum."
"Kyle... who's at the door..?" Cartman mumbled quietly. He was only about, maybe 1/8 awake, if that.
"It's our friends, sweetie. They were checking in on you, and seeing if they could hang out here."
No, not here..." he responded, awkwardly standing up. "My house. Probably quieter. Unless my mother's home."
Kyle stopped him before he could leave the house.
"Hold it mister! You are not fit to go anywhere!"
"Kyle, I'm fine..." Cartman responded all too soon. His headache caught up with him again, and his knees buckled. Kyle and Stan caught him and carried him upstairs. Putting him to rest in Kyle's bed, the two boys agreed to make a trip to the Cartman residence to see if Ms. Liane Cartman was even there. If she was or not, they were gonna go get Cartman some clothes because Kyle didn't think he should even attempt to try and go home.
The group had reached the Cartman house. The generic green house seemed to be empty. Their suspicions being more prominent when there was no answer when they knocked. Kenny tried to open it, locked. Craig suggested breaking the door window to unlock it, which was shot down. He flicked everyone off. Butters suggested he went to his house and get the key to the Cartman house, which was met by puzzled looks.
"Butters, sweetheart, why do you have a key to Cartman's house?" Kenny questioned. Butters giggled at the slight jealous tone in his voice.
"Because when we were little, Eric would always get locked out of his house because his mom would be "Working", and he was too little to really remember his key. At first we let him stay at our house until she came home, but we eventually got our own copy of his key to let him in the house. Just neighbourly intentions." He responded cheerfully before running to his house next door.