Chapter fourteen: untitled (I've given up on names XD)
Butters came back with the key to Cartman's house and unlocked the door. The group walked inside.
"Okay." Kyle began, checking his phone. "My mom sent a text to me saying Cartman's mother called. She's doing out of town work and won't be back for a week. So I need help packing a week's worth of clothes for Eric. Any questions?"
"I've got one." Craig spoke up. "Why do you need our help?"
"Simple. A) You tagged along willingly. And B) I don't know where everything is to be completely honest."
Not liking the answer he got, Craig flipped Kyle off. Tweek freaked out suddenly.
"GAH! WE HAVE NO REASON TO BE HERE! NGHSHHH! WHAT IF WE'RE ARRESTED? WHAT ARE OUR MOTIVES?! THEY WON'T BELIEVE WE'RE JUST GETTING CARTMAN'S CLOTHES FOR THE WEEK! THERE'S NO PROOF! WE'RE GOING TO JAIL! GAAAAAAAH!"
Craig slapped him across the face. Hard enough to calm him down, but soft enough as not to hurt him. Tweek gasped and stared at the tall slender noirette.
"Get a hold of yourself Tweek! We're not going to jail! We have a key, so this isn't illegal!"
"B-but-"
"Cartman invited us here. His boyfriend is with us too, so don't worry your adorably fucked up head, everything is fine."
"O-okay."
Craig kissed the blonde on the forehead and wiped hair out of his eyes. Tweek appeared to calm down, so they went to go help Kyle find Cartman's stuff.
"Okay..." Kyle muttered to himself. "I have his clothes, tooth brush, Clyde Frog, his extra inhaler, just to be safe..."
"I still can't believe Cartman has asthma too." Stan thought out loud. "I don't really feel special anymore." Kyle glared at his best friend. The playful tone in Stan's Royal Blue eyes sparked with the sure signs of him joking, but still.
"Really?" He shot back. His tone wasn't a playful one. "Look at his diet. He's been overweight since we met him eleven years ago. It was only a matter of time. Sure he's slimmed out over the years, even grew muscles in place of some fat, but the damage is done. He only has himself and his mother to blame, but that's a conversation for another time."
"I was only kidding." Stan defended quickly. "Jesus Christ, you really are Cartman's boyfriend."
"What does that mean exactly?"
"Nothing, honest!"
"Will you two shut up?" Craig yelled, pushing his way in between. "No one wants to hear you two ladies fighting over who has the prettiest prom dress!"
The two friends rolled their eyes and turned away from each other. Butters ran to his house and returned the key. Then, they headed back to Kyle's house.
"Kyle, where have you been? Dinner was ready half an hour ago!"
"Sorry mom, we had trouble finding Eric's spare inhaler. He doesn't keep it in an easy to access for anyone but himself location."
"Oh, okay then. I'm sorry, but your little friends have to go home now it's supper time."
"Okay mom, goodbye you guys."
"Bye Kyle, see you at school tomorrow."
"Yep. Bye."
Xxx
"Kyle, will you go check on your little boyfriend for me? He hasn't come downstairs since you left, so we want to be sure he's okay."
"Sure thing dad."
Kyle put his plate in the sink and went upstairs. He brought some fruit for Eric if he was hungry.
"Eric?" He called softly, cracking the door open slowly. He poked his head in to find that Cartman was still asleep. Feeling tired himself; Kyle gently crawled into bed as well, being careful not to wake the sleeping teenager in his bed. He nuzzled into Cartman's back and fell asleep.