Chapter Eleven

That night was full of laughs afterwards, playing Minecraft until it was 4am. We passed out on the sofa, me lying upon him. It was about 10am I finally got to my senses and went on my phone for a while. He was warm and we left the heating on, so I was pretty cozy to be honest.

He woke up about an hour later and peered over my shoulder as I scrolled through Instagram. He slowly sat up from his position, moaning as he had slept funny and his back was probably in pain. I shuffled my body lazily to the other, cold, side and watched him yawn and moan quietly.

"I'm going to have a shower, I won't be too long." I said then bring my phone up with me to play some relaxing music. I lathered my body in the soap and washed my hair thoroughly with shampoo and conditioner then got dried off in my room.

I got a message from my mother, saying that she was going on holiday for a week or so to Australia with her girlfriends. She said it was sudden, and Sharon had clothes her size from when she was pregnant.

I heard the kettle go off downstairs, stretching my arm. I put on a casual top with a black hoodie over it and some jeans and socks. I would probably just stay in like usual, unless Cartman dragged me out.

As I joined him downstairs, he looked to be in too much pain to want to do anything. He gave me a coffee with sugar and ice in it. He tugged me down to watch the morning news. Weird. I never knew he was interested in it. I leaned into him and he even wrapped his arm around my waist.

"Do you think the world will end one day?" He asked and I shrugged.

"I don't know. It depends how planet earth wants to treat us. Who knows what will happen in the future, I just hope that I get to live out my life happy. That's all I want. For everything to be alright. Oh and, um, my mothers gone out to Australia for a week. I guess that just leaves us here."

"Yeah..it does." He smiled widely and pulled me into him. Screw it, his hugs were to die for. He was so inviting and warm, his bigger stomach acting like a pillow. The news was just about a few fires and attacks, nothing new.

Cartman eventually walked upstairs without any words, closing the bathroom door loud enough for me to hear it. I walked into the kitchen to make us some breakfast, I even cooked bacon for once. The smell was amazing and tasty to say the least that I was tempted to try it. However, I stayed loyal to my religion and plated it separately for Cartman's big mouth.

I retrieved my book that was on the coffee table and started reading, snacking on my eggs and toast meanwhile. It wasn't about anything amazing, just a simple written gay Jewish based book. It was based in the hitler times, a middle aged man first being rejected in his family then having to hide from Hitler.

Cartman walked downstairs, eyeing the dish I made. I returned to my book, though, feeling his presence at my feet as I was lying down. I put my foot in his face casually, earning an annoyed expression. "Damn Jew." He scolded, taking the book from me and read the blurb. "This is literally you. Well, if you were 46."

I sighed and took it back, trying to find where I was. It was a tiny bit touchy on me, having been scared about coming out at first. "I can see Ike in a couple days I believe. I got a message last night, I forgot I even got it." I did. It only just came to me. Seeing that message before falling asleep at the party.

"Nice. I'll come too if you want, to make sure that you're bitchy dad doesn't creep near you."

"Sure, it's not like anyone else is around." He smiled softly and went on Netflix to watch some random horror.

"Do you want to go out later? Like, to that new sushi restaurant in town?"

"Sorry, I spent all of my money on a book a while ago."

"That's why I have money."

"I- no. It's probably expensive because it's fancy."

"So? I can just take some from my whore mother. I'm going down there in a few minutes to wash my clothes and pack."

"Pack?"

"You really think I'm staying in a brothel while you're here home alone? Stupid if you do."

"I didn't even let you-"

"Get dressed already, I need to get there sooner than later."

I pathetically kicked him then walked up to my room. There wasn't anywhere he could sleep, apart from the sofa or my mothers room. I should have stood up for my own privacy, but I guess having him around couldn't be too bad.

I got changed into a top and jeans then watched him unlock my door. How did he even find the key? I held his sleeve forcefully away from the knob and opened it myself. I didn't need him doing everything for me. He hissed a little as I accidentally caught his skin but he just had a little go at me then shut up.

He only lived across the street but made it out like he lived 10 minutes away. He had his clothes in his grasp and tugged me closer when we arrived at his door. "Okay, whatever you do, don't walk off. Stay by me or she'll try and seduce you're gay ass." He ordered and I shrugged.

"Sure I guess." I replied and did as he said, our arms touching. Liane opened the door, dressed in slippers and a white dressing gown. Her hair was messy and I could see a man look down from upstairs.

"Oh hello Shnookems! How are you my cute little gumdrop?" She cooed, about to hug him but he pushed her lightly away.

"Not now mom, I just came to wash my clothes, pack, and get money. And John," he looked up at the man. "Don't call me 'son' and don't tell me to be nicer to my mother, she's a good for nothing slut. Come on Kyle." Everything was quiet, and I felt my hand be taken to the washing machine.

He threw his clothes in and looked at me. I smiled awkwardly and carefully took my hand back. "Don't you ever think about what you do or say to you're mother?" I asked and he looked puzzled.

"Of course I do. I love her deep down, but I hate what she does and I don't want her dirty hands all over me. I would hug her, but knowing that she just had sex with that John guy, I don't want to. We used to be better, but then I discovered how to understand what her job really was."

"But..she's doing it for money, right?"

"Pleasure and money. She could be anything, she's smart enough."

"I guess I see where you're getting at."

"Exactly. Let's go to my room."

"Sure." He then went to his room, pushing past the old, overweight man. His room was pretty clean, stuffed toys on his bed, shelves full of Pokemon cards and a diary on his desk. I picked up the book that was on it and took my hand away from it.

"Please don't read it. It's embarrassing."

"Hey, that's fine. I have one too, somewhere."

"You lost it?"

"It probably just under my bed. I look through it every once in a while to remind myself of when I never worried."

"Fair." He looked through his dresser and stuffed clothes in his black backpack. I sat on his bed and was taken aback with the old toys and outfits we all made as a group. Now everyone's splitting up and it's going downhill.

I got a message from Stan, showing a picture of him and Butters at a party. At least they were living luxury. I liked the message and said it looked fun then put my phone down. I wish I could go on holiday right now.

Cartman noticed me pouting and stood in front of me. "I'll go get the rest of my money then we can leave, okay?" I nodded and lied down, watching the door shut behind him.

He wasn't long but there was a small, loud argument brewing outside the door. It was probably Cartman and John, I couldn't hear Liane. The door opened to the brunette and he pulled me to my feet, dragging me out while still having a go at the old man.

"Stop running from me, son, let's talk this out!" He shouted after him as he walked away.

"Stop calling me son, I don't have a dad, he's dead! And I don't want to be near you, you fuck my mom late at night and I'm so sick of you! Just get out of my life and talk some sense to my mother, because fuck you both!" I was held close to his chest, as if he was protecting me. Probably become he knew I was bad with loud voices.

His hand was clasped beside my ear, my other in his chest. John look down at my teary face and looked concerned. "Is that you're boyfriend? He looks sad." He said and Cartman grew even redder. He seemed kind of activated, in some way, and barked back with even more anger.

"No! It's because you can't keep you're voice down and he's sensitive to shouting! Just leave us alone." Cartman walked me inside, looking pissed as hell. "I'm sorry, I just hate him so much!"

"It's alright I guess. At least you got what you needed."

"Yeah..I guess."