Stan's mouth gaped open as he stared at Cartman in disbelief, "Dude." He breathed, "Why?"
"Why the hell would you sleep with Wendy, you fucking asshole!?" Kyle spat, his face was flushed and tears were slipping out of anger in the corners of his eyes. He used everything in his will power to not beat the living shit out of Cartman. "We were seeingeach other!"
"We were fucking." Cartman reminded him, traces of fright was plastered in his face and body language. He shifted his weight, uncomfortably ,as he looked at the two men.
Butters shyly glanced at the glaring red head and the frightened brunette, he looked at Wendy, who chewed on her nail as she examined the two men. He walked over to Wendy and grabbed her small wrist before ushering her out the house, "Things are going to get ugly." He had said with a frown before exiting the house alongside with the ravenette.
Kenny walked over to Wendy's seat and slouched next to Cartman. He rested his feet onto the table and leaned back into the chair, "Why are y'all mad?" He questioned out loud. Either he was oblivious to the men's feelings or he was highly retarded.
Regaining his conscious, Stan exclaimed, "He impregnated my girlfriend!" as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Then abort it" Kenny said as he snatched Wendy's red bitten apple. He bit into it and chewed on it loudly, " Or at least give it up for adoption." He said before swallowing the chunks.
"I-" Stan stared down at his lap, "I can't do that."
Kenny lifted his back, slightly, as he folded his arms behind his head and rested his head onto it, "Then why you mad?" He asked again, receiving silence from Stan.
He glanced at Kyle, who seemed to be clutching his fists from under the table."Why you mad?"
"I'm not mad." He forced those words out of his throat as he continued to glare at Cartman.
Kenny glanced at Kyle with half lidded eyes, he closed his eyes, momentarily, before saying "Why you furious?"
"I just don't like the thought of my boyfriend hooking up with my best friends girlfriend and then getting her pregnant." His expression softened, and his flushed face relaxed to its neutral color.
Kenny shrugged, "life's pretty shitty, man."
Kyle's expression quickly turned to surprisement as he looked at Kenny "How did you know?"
"Well I spent my whole life living with shitty parents in a shitty house and-"
"Not that." Kyle said, "How did you know Wendy's child wasn't Stan's? You never talk to Wendy and you haven't been in contact with Cartman at all for the past few months."
Kyle smirked as he glanced at Kyle, "he's smart." Kyle said to Cartman, "Too smart, if you asked me."
"How did you know?" Kyle repeated.
Kenny sat up and moved his feet from the table, he opened up his sweater to reveal four black tapes, "that's why I have these."
"What are those?" Cartman wondered as he analyzed the black tapes.
"Dvd tapes, retard."
Cartman rolled his eyes, "I know-"
"Then why'd you ask" He raised an eyebrow at Cartman, a sly smirk played onto his lips.
"God damn it you poor piece of shit, what's in it?"
"Memories." He said as he picked one up and admired it.
"You're an ass, you know that, Kenny?"
"And you're the dick."
"What's in the tapes, Kenny?" Stan asked as he squinted, slightly, at the tapes.
"Remember when I wanted to document my whole life so I made Butters follow me around with a camera?" After binge-watching a whole season of Keeping Up With The Kardashians with Butters, he was amazed at how rich the family was for documenting their lives on national television. So, naturally Kenny decided he wanted to document his life, in attempts
"You were so annoying with that." Kyle commented
"Following us everywhere with the camera shoved in our faces." Stan added.
"I couldn't take a piss in private, Kenny." Cartman said, receiving chuckles from his friends.
"Yea, well, each tape features different members of the group. And due to the whole Cartman-Testaburger child situation, I decided to show you the tape I took-"
"Kenny." Kyle interrupted.
Kenny turned quickly to Kyle, "What?"
"Just tell us how you fucking know." Kyle stared tiredly at Kenny. Today was a long day, despite the fact that it was still morning. He was tired. He was tired and upset. He was tired because this day is so goddamn long and he was upset that Lazy Sunday was canceled, not to mention the fact that he got a good ol' 'Hey there! Your boyfriend impregnated you bestfriends girlfriend!'.
"I was at the party." he said simply, he eyed Kyle, hoping to see a new reaction. To his surprise, Kyle did react. He just stared at his plate and smiled.
Kyle looked back up at Kenny, "See? we didn't need to watch a whole video about my boyfriend cheating on me and my supposedly 'good friend' not saying a word to me about it." Before Cartman could protest, Kyle stood up and half smiled at Kenny, lazily, before climbing up the stairs to Cartman and his bedroom.
Their bedroom was nice; it consisted of a caramel wood-like wallpaper with big white windows, covered with long black curtains. Their white carpet, that took up the whole floor, was pearly white and quite fluffy. In the center of their room was the black king size bed, on top layed two messy black pillows. Two black nightstands rested on each side of the bed, one nightstand had an empty long white coffee cup on top of it, inside the cup was a soaked teabag. The next nightstand had an apple computer on top of it, with messy white papers and pens spread across the keyboards of the laptop. And then there were the usual wooden-like closets and drawers, clothes had stook out of both objects.
Kyle collapsed onto their bed, he rested his face onto the black pillow, and let his tears run down the pillow, freely. He let out a shaky breath, and listened to the voices talking downstairs.
Stan was scolding Cartman while Kenny was defending Cartman's decision. How? He wondered, How could he ever trust a man like Cartman. It was Cartman, for crying out loud! Cartman didn't care about anyone! And Kyle was foolish enough to think that Cartman actually gave a single ounce of fuck about him.
Kyle heard the light footsteps walk into the room, and heard the door slowly shut. He turned his face away from the pillow and lifted an eyelid once he felt the bed sink,slightly, from a new weight. He was now just mere inches away from Cartman, who now laid next to him in their bed.
"Hey, asshole." Kyle greeted, sarcastically, before turning his back to Cartman. He stared at Cartman's empty cup, trying to shift his focus onto the cup instead of his boyfriend.
"You know I don't love her." He said, flatly. He stared at the back of his redheaded boyfriend's head, analyzing each messy red curl that sprouted from his scalp.
Kyle ignored the man and crossed his arms.
Cartman sighed at the sudden action, he traced his chubby fingers onto Kyle's hip, mindlessly. "She ain't special, Kahl." Cartman smiled once he saw Kyle's tenseness decrease, He kissed Kyle's clothed shoulder blade, lightly. "You know I love you, Kahl."
Kyle rolled his eyes, and continued to ignore the man. Yet, that didn't stop the blood rushing to his cheeks and tips of his ears, and the painfully obnoxious throbbing in his heart.
Cartman couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of blood rushing to Kyle's ears. He placed his large hands between Kyle's small framed waist and pulled him close. He snuggled his face onto Kyle's neck and inhaled the sweet fragrance of strawberries. "You know you love me." He mumbled into Kyle's neck before placing small butterfly kisses below Kyle's ear.
Kyle always had mixed feelings about Cartman's actions. On one hand, Cartman would be incredibly affectionate, and succeed in being the perfect boyfriend. But on the other hand, Cartman would manipulate Kyle into forgetting his wrongdoings. All Cartman ever had to do was speak softly, his voice resembling Liane's, and touch Kyle on all his soft spots. But often times, it never worked. Kyle saw through Cartman's bullshit, he was the only person in South Park to be able to see his true intentions. Perhaps that's what caught Cartman's eye, the way Kyle would be confident in himself and never turn a blind eye to anyone as charismatic as Cartman.
Kyle turned around, he caught the sight of Cartman's smirk before it evolved into a fake genuine smile. They were now face to face, their lips were just mere centimeters away from each other. All Kyle had to do was lean in and catch Cartman's lips. But instead, Kyle's lips didn't make contact with Cartman's pink lips, "You're still an asshole." He whispered, his hot breath kissed Cartman's lips lightly before Cartman could say a word.
Cartman smirked as he watched Kyle sit up and stretch.
"But," Kyle started as he hopped out of bed, he opened their bedroom door and was about to exit the room before he looked back at the brunette, "I forgive you, only because we weren't serious at the time." He exited the room with the last sight of Cartman's smirk.