Uh, still might be crap, I dunno. Better than my last one I guess.
I feel bad that I have two DN fanfics unfinished and one HP fanfic unfinished and I'm starting this one.
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Cartman was an insufferable little pissant. Biggotted, money hungry, whiny, selfish, fat, and wouldn't know true love if it threw himself at him.
Kyle was motherly in his own right. Preachy, wise, smart, determined, unusually calm, Jewish, a ginger, and was definately going somewhere in life, even if he wasn't quite sure where yet.
Everyone else had watched the two since before they could really remember. They simply hated each other for the longest time, it gradually escalating into murder attempts on Eric's part. Finally it got to a point in late middle school where all their classmates had a sudden 'ah!' moment. It wasn't even a rumor, everyone just seemed to suddenly understand something. If either of them changed from those respective descriptions just a little, just strayed away from it, those two wouldn't be rolling on the ground kicking each others ass.
They'd be rolling on the ground pounding each others ass.
Kyle was gay. He hadn't officially came out yet, even now that they were sixteen, but there was no question. He wouldn't have denied it if anyone had asked. No, it was probably just in attempt to have one less thing for Cartman to pick on him for, or as everyone else saw, for Cartman to hate him for. However, a lot of people put their money on the steadfast Stan, who's popularity was almost ridiculous, or Kenny, because though Kenny still hid himself under a hoody, he was as handsome as ever. Not to mention maybe the lawyer family's boy could save the poor family's boy from eventually ending up just like his parents. There were boys that had supposedly asked out Kyle and been refused. Not under the pretense of 'I'm not gay' but instead 'I'm not ready.'
Cartman, who knew? The fat boy would probably take what was given to him no matter gender. As far as anyone could tell, Cartman was perhaps a closet case, completely unaware himself. Think Garrison.
Even Stan and Kenny watched with raised eyebrows as things got more heated between the two. Physical fights had started quite often, and the two on and off refused to be in one another's presence. Kenny was more open about it than Stan, who didn't care if his friend was gay but rather he didn't fuck anyone within their group, that had for the most part stayed together over the years.
Kenny actually made a little money in betting on the boys. No one knew sex like him, after all, and he had the upperhand by knowing the two boys so well. He'd know when something was about to happen. Not that they would themselves until it happened. They were both so oblivious, so locked up, so unpredictable that they'd go upon normal daily life and then explode one day.
Kyle's main focus was on school during his sophmore year, needing to make it big and into a good college. Cartman was only a bother to him, one he had realized a long time ago that perhaps was easier to deal with with fists, even if it looked bad on his record and wasn't exactly what an intellectual should do.
Cartman. Well, Cartman was the same as ever. He hated Kyle because of what Kyle was. That's all that really had to be said about him.
So it was in December, when it was even colder than usual in that hick mountain town of theirs, that school break started and all four of them walked in the snow from their bus stop.
"If Wendy was my girlfriend, I'd tell her 'AYE BITCH! Bend over and take it like the hoe you are. There's more of you out there, so you better get to appreciating my cock!"
"Yes, Cartman, that's why you don't have a girlfriend." Stan rolled his eyes. Adding 'or a boyfriend' only caused problems, even if it was horribly true.
Kyle stopped fidgeting with his backpack, which he had just put a book back into, and raced to meet up with the rest of the kids. He still wore a hat which was much the same as the ones he'd been wearing for many years, more because of his insecurity about his 'jewfro' then anything else. "Speaking of which, when are you going to engage to Wendy? You've only been dating her on and off for like, eight years dude."
"That's just the problem, on and off." Stan looked worried and Kenny mumbled something about tasting multiple fruits before picking them or some shit. Kyle put his hand on his friend's shoulder. "It's not that I don't love her. But sometimes it just seems that we aren't really right for one another."
"Why? She's smart, whiny, moralisticly pushy. It's like you're dating Kyle with tits."
"HEY!" Stan said, shocked. He wasn't the gay one here.
The Jew just sighed. "Well, even including tits the only thing you're missing is the whole 'smart' factor, fatass." The two opposing figures growled at one another momentarily as they kept walking, Stan between them and Kenny now pushing himself between Cartman and Stan. Afterall, sudden contact away from school may encourage stuff he hadn't had the chance to bet on yet. He needed that damned money.
The chilly air was thick then. It had gotten like that quite often recently. the tension and pressure enough to almost break them. The anamosity between the two, Kenny's usual silence, and Stan's I'm-Staying-Out-Of-It attitude was pulling them apart. However, what else could they do?
They eventually parted their seperate ways, living on different blocks, Kyle kicked snow with each step, thinking quietly to himself. There was just a lot on his mind lately. Hannuka was almost over, since it had started earlier in the month this year. This was exciting because after Hannuka, his family was going off to his grandparents with Ike. He had the priviledge of not going and he took it. He was sixteen now, and he wanted to prove he was responsible.
And he just didn't want to go.
His mother hadn't been too keen on the idea but she had uncharacteristically stepped down when he stood up for himself. The deal was that there was only one friend allowed at a time because if you put all the kids in his group together there was sure to be trouble. And it was true, so therefore not worth arguing about.
He entered his house, a little excited and a little exhasperated. He still wasn't quite sure about being a Jew sometimes. He was proud of his heritage, he just wasn't sure he always believed in it. He sighed as his mom beaconed him into the kitchen to help.
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Five days later Kyle's family was packing up the family car. His mom was resetting the same rules he'd planned on protecting anyways. Stan was already there, he'd be spending the night tonight. He said goodbye and unwillingly kissed his mom goodbye, his friend snickering slightly in the background. When they went into the house as the car pulled away, he half assedly punched his friends shoulder. "Fucker."
"Watch your language Bubbie." A smirk.
He ran his hand through his red, curly hair, muttering. "If I wanted to be made fun of I would have invited Cartman."
Stan jumped on the couch. "Speaking of which, you let it slip in front of him that you'd be here alone." It was true, though Kyle hadn't known that Cartman had been right behind him. "He's going to be here eventually, whether you invite him or not. In fact, I'd check each morning to see if your house has been TPed or egged."
Kyle sighed heavily and closed his eyes as he also sat on the couch gently. Stan stared at him. Sometimes it was just so unbelievable to even consider the fatass and him together, in fact he didn't believe it. Maybe he just didn't want to believe it but the whole thing was getting old now, really, and it hadn't happened yet. He nodded to himself, deciding to no longer be waiting for the stuff to happen that might not, to stop worrying about just might what happen if it does miracally. He was broken from his reverie by Kyle, noticably changing the subject. "So, how are things with Wendy?"
Wendy. Things with Wendy were as rocky as ever. Over the years her jealousy and imposing behavior seemed to have magnified. He still liked her, but he couldn't help but think that having sex frequently didn't help that quite a bit. It was like he sometimes wanted to break up with her but couldn't imagine not being with her. He pinched the bridge of his nose. "I dunno, it goes back and forth. Sometimes I want to worship her, sometimes I want to kick her to the curb." He shrugged. "What do you think of her?"
"Wendy? She's nice and smart, I suppose... I like her, but there's always seemed to be another layer to her we don't see. She's scary." They laughed then and turned on the TV, watching it mindlessly, thinking.
"Hey, Kyle?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you gay?"
Silence. Neither one of them looked at one another for a long time before Stan finally turned to see Kyle staring at the TV worridly. "Hey." He pushed and Kyle looked back at him. "I don't really care either way, it just seems like you are." Big green eyes stared at him. "You don't ACT gay, Kyle, so don't look at me that way. You're not like Big Gay Al or anything kind of gay, or Garrison gay, but it just seems you've never been interested in girls once. And when you've been asked out by gay kids, you never said you weren't gay just that you weren't ready for anything." More silence. "Fine, you don't have to answer, I don't care that much, I was just wondering."
"You can't tell Cartman."
"Can't tell me what?" Cartman was behind them, silently having snuck into the house.
There wasn't even a heartbeat's time before Kyle screamed, spinning around. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE, CARTMAN!"