Chapter Two

As the match ended, Stan's side winning by 5 seconds, we all headed back to his. Cartman sloppily sunk into the passengers seat, sipping on a beer can. I looked at him slightly in disgust. Hearing what Butters has said about him spilling drinks put me off wanting him in my car with alcohol. If my mother would smell it, she would think I was drinking and driving.

I hadn't noticed I was spacing out until I saw fingers click in front of me. "Earth to Kyle. Everyone's gone already." I looked at him longingly as it took me a while to realise what I was doing. "Hey, you okay man? You're really spacey. Should I take the wheel?" I rolled my eyes at that ridiculous question.

"Dude, you've been drinking." I said quite matter of factly and sharp. He shrugs then stuffed the can in the side of the door. I rolled my eyes then reversed out of my spot.

Stan's house was about half an hour away from here, so I dreaded for Cartman to speak. He was silent for the first ten minutes so I nudged him with my elbow. He looked at me with a questionable look. "What?" He asked.

What was a good question. I didn't even know why I wanted him to open up his racist mouth. I guess I just longed for attention sometimes. That was something about me, I sometimes craved attention and said things to make people look, stare and comment.

"I uh..so how was the football match. I guess? I found it boring honestly, I don't know why people are so excited about people kicking a ball into a net." He seemed interested in my words, cool, good. At least he seemed calm for once.

"I understand where you're coming from. But is there any difference in hitting a ball with you're palm? Just like basketball?" Ouch. I guess he didn't completely want to talk about how much we hate football. That reminds me, Stan, Butters and Kenny all enjoy it so they'll be watching it later.

I fell silent, growing a bit pink. He smirked at my action and decided to rummage through the glove compartment. He seemed interested in a notebook and started flipping through it.

"What the hell..?" His voice trailed off as he looked weirdly at it.

"What even is that?" He showed me a stuck in picture of a naked woman. I rolled my eyes and shoved it away. "Ugh. One of Kenny's stupid things. He probably did it when I picked him up a few weeks ago while I went out to get food. I hate him sometimes. Even though my mum knows I'm gay, she'd still flip out."

"I'll just return this to him then. Stick it to his back or something. Or..put it in Butters phone case.."

"No!" I scolded harshly, hitting him lightly. "You are not doing that to Butters! He's done nothing wrong to anyone, you need to stop picking on him, poor boy! He's a nice person if you sit down and have a good conversation with him."

"Has he sucked you're dick or something? He can be very annoying." I hit him again, but harder. "Oh my god! He has! I've got to tell Stan!" He teasingly jumped to his phone and I squealed a bit.

"No! No! He didn't suck my dick, nor is he annoying! Just..leave me alone tonight if you're going to act like this." I kept a straight face, fatass probably thought i was pouting.

"Awh, did I upset the little jewrat? Sorry, life ain't as easy as one two three." I know it isn't, I always find out the hard way. I didn't reply, just turned the radio on. He seemed to notice my absence in the conversation and pouted himself, looking out of the window.

He was a nightmare when in cars. He would flip off random people, moan if they were on the phone, he was insane! He even tried to climb from Stan's window to someone else's car. All we could do was watch in horror. At least he got arrested for a couple weeks until he called up Token.

They're always making deals. Though Token hates Cartman's guts, he puts up with him and says he'll owe him if he cleans the whole house or gets shopping, etc.

As I pulled up into the driveway, we both jumped out and Cartman high fived Kenny about the picture situation. I walked in first, straight to the back. Stan's back garden was nice, way neater now.

It wasn't fenced off from the weed, but the little area was amazing. There was a fountain in the middle, a shed off to the left, flower beds both sides in rows, and a few odd vegetables.

I was seated on the porch, unable to talk to anyone as they were all occupied. I saw Randy on a tractor, waving towards me. I waved back, smiling. We haven't seen eachother for about a year or so, but he keeps up with my mother. I saw Towelie beside him, smoking a joint.

He motioned for me to come towards him so I did as he asked and stumbled carefully through the weed plants. We all shared a smile, it was amazing to see him.

"Hello Kyle! How are you? Nice to see you again." Randy started and I wrapped my plaid jacket around my arms as a light breeze took me by surprise.

"Yeah, nice to see you too! I'm alright, schools boring as ever, I'm only going to stay for a while because I want to check on my mother later." I replied, a little shocked to see Towelie hand out a bit of weed and a thin paper. I took it hesitantly and rolled it perfectly, lighting it with my lighter.

I personally stayed away from drugs often, but I had been worrying a lot. I suddenly felt slightly faint and I heard Stan tut behind me. "Dad!" He scolded. "Stop giving my friend you're drugs!"

"We're only giving him a sample." Randy stated. "I call it..'Bliss'. It's light and takes the stress away, perfect for starters. What do you think, Kyle?"

I actually liked it. It tasted and smelt sweet, like bubblegum. "It's delicious." I replied, taking in more of the substance.

"Glad to hear that!"

"Come on Kyle!" Stan scoffed, taking the drug off of me forcefully. "Let's go back inside." Stan was always so protective of me, he always has been. He dragged me back inside, and I rolled my eyes at the channel. It was football.

"Dude, I was only catching up with you're dad." I spoke up, feeling as if I was on a leash. I hated it! He could either be annoying, or reasonable. Randy would never lie about his weed, he knew what was best for beginners; definitely.

"Yeah, and smoking some shit he made in his shady shed. Now come on, let's watch the football." He dragged me down to the ground, I almost fell back if it wasn't for the sofa.

"Why's you're mum being so bitchy, Kyle?" Cartman scoffed. "I thought we left the parents out of this tonight."

"Knock it off asshole!" Stan barked back, I could feel the tension. As if everything was getting better. Those boys were turning into the old Cartman and I. So much for our friendship getting better, actually. They were tearing it apart at times, Butters with Stan and Kenny and I with Cartman.

I couldn't stand it, they're way worse than us! As the voices rose, I felt tears prick my eyes. I always cried when people shouted loudly, it reminded me of when my parents argued. I suddenly ran upstairs into the bathroom, the voices still loud.

"I'm so stupid.." I whimpered, digging my nails into the scars I had left in my wrist. Yeah, I had cut myself a lot in the past few months, but I luckily stopped and retreated to growing my nails out and punching my arm.

I heard knocking on the door and I sniffed a little too loudly. "You okay?" I was surprised to hear Cartman's soft voice. "I'm sorry..I know what you're like with arguing nowadays." I stood up and opened the door. He looked sympathetically down at me and turned bright red when I lowered my head into his chest.

We just stood there, me standing, hands by my side, my head in his chest. And he stood there too, arms by his side. He finally put a hand on my shoulder which made me look up.

"Heh..I look pathetic don't I? I act it too. Crying in my old enemies chest while my friends watch football. I'm a mess." He rose my head with his fingers underneath my chin.

"I don't think you're pathetic. Fyi, I cry every night, so don't feel like that, cryings normal. Feel lucky that you still have you're dad around. Stan's been shut up by my amazing skills of talking so do you want to go back down?"

"Yeah..I um..just gonna clean my face and I'll be down in a minute."

"Cool, see ya then." He waved to me, shot me a smile, then walked downstairs. I washed my face as I said I would, waving at my face to cool down slightly.

Cartman was actually nice when it was just us, actually caring about me. We were like that, friendly alone but he seemed to hate acting cutesy in front of others.

I listened to the conversation for a second to make sure that the fighting was definitely off. When I finally walked back down, I caught Cartman looking at me from the two seater. Wanting to avoid any talking which could result in arguing, I sat on the floor in the middle of Stan and Cartman.

The football was boring as heck, Stan's team was losing and he was on the brink of tearing up as he had bet a lot of money on it. I found it funny somehow. I just went on my phone, saying goodnight to my mother as it hit 8:30pm and she had work tomorrow.

Cartman was looking over my shoulder, nosey bugger. I swatted him in his face playfully, making him poke my cheek. "Dude, let's bail." He whispered, pointing over to the three intrigued boys. "They don't even care what's happening. It's boring as hell listening to Stan's heavy breathing." I laughed at that, he did breathe loud when he was on edge.

I followed Cartman outside, the stars shining bright. Randy was gone, probably in the shed. Cartman tripped me up as I was engaged with the shining suns. I gave him a death stare and chased him through the fields, finding a rock and throwing it at his back. It wasn't heavy and I threw it quite lightly, but he seemed a bit in pain as he rubbed his back.

He glared at me, making my heart beat out of my stomach. I could see his blood boil, fists clenching. His face was scrunched up and I swear his pupils shrunk.

I noticed that we were just staring at eachother, dark sunset, weed plants swaying in the light breeze, warm clothes. Eventually, he stopped and loosened his hand. He walked towards me, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"You're an asshole, Jew." Was all he said before pushing me over. I was too caught up by his face so close to mine. His breath breathing onto my face, warm. I came to my senses quickly and ran after him again, jumping over random dips in the dirt.

We came across a small stream, running through the border of the lot. I walked mindlessly along it, watching tadpoles swim around in a small pool area. I loved tadpoles for some reason, their tiny bodies that could turn into a slimy amphibian that can jump. Evolution was crazy to think about sometimes.

Cartman seemed intrigued too, sitting beside the pool as he rested his hand in the water, watching the creatures swim around it. I decided to do the same, feeling them bump into me. I giggled a bit as it tickled.

God knows how long we were out, but the sky was now pitch black. I hadn't spoken to Cartman for about an hour, just sitting here observing the tadpoles. "I'm gonna go home and check on my mum." I spoke finally, feeling his eyes peer onto me. "Do you want to come too or are you going to get a lift off of someone else?"

"I'll tag along. Do you really need to check on her?"

I remembered last time I went out with friends for a party, a few days ago. It was an attempt to get closer to Craig and his gang, it went good. When I got home, my mother was drunk out of her mind with smashed glass all over the floor as she had dropped a bottle of wine. Never again could I leave her alone for a full night again.

"Yes. No questions. Come on." I rose from the mud, walking towards the house. Cartman jogged up beside me, hands in his hoodie pockets. "I hope you don't mind me leaving early." I said to him.

"Of course not, this whole sleepover sucks. No ones fun anymore." He looked down at me, my eyes locked with his. "Well, not everyone's boring." I smiled at that, lightly barging my body into him for a second.

"Ass." He seemed to laugh at that.

We entered the house, everyone passed out. I could see that Stan's team lost, his cheeks stained with tears. I laughed quietly, watching Cartman take out a sharpie.

"Cartman, don't be a douchebag." I hissed slightly, he didn't acknowledge my command. He drew a tear on his face along with 'crybaby'. I rolled my eyes but ignored his evilness, walking outside. I put the key into the slot and felt the car drop down as fatass entered. "Jesus Christ!" I suddenly exclaimed, gaining a questioning look from him. "You don't have to break my car, you..whale."

"Just get drivin." He said as if I hadn't insulted him. I took it as a good thing, maybe he wasn't bothered to start anything with me; lucky me.

When we pulled up in my driveway, I noticed that Cartman didn't leave straight away. I unlocked my door and found my mother drunk and passed out on the sofa. How did I know she was drunk? There were 4 wine bottles on the coffee table.

I sighed and picked up her heavy body, feeling myself get tired already. Cartman walked in, inviting himself inside. "And you're calling me a whale." He mocked and I shot him a death stare.

"Shut. Up." I hissed as I continued to bring my mother upstairs to her bed.

"Don't be so saucy with me, just put sleeping beauty to bed in silence. You're voice is nice like that, silent." God why did he have to come inside? I had every right to run down and punch him, but I didn't.

When I finally got my mother upstairs, I tucked her in and returned downstairs to throw everything away. Those dammed eyes were watching me, so I looked at him back. "Go home Cartman." I ordered but he shook his head in silence.

I grabbed myself a Fanta and lied on the sofa. Cartman sat at the end of my feet, on his phone. That was his way of saying, 'I'll leave when I feel like it.' I kicked him forcefully, hearing a whimper from him.

"Leave." I threatened, watching how he rubbed his upper thigh in pain.

"Fine, whatever. See you at tomorrow."

Finally. He left. I put the can in the fridge, locked the door, then went to my bed myself. Tomorrow was Sunday, I didn't want to see him tomorrow. No worries, I could find a way of keeping him 100 feet from me.