Kyle x Eric (Cartman x Broflovski)

Shapes in my Lunch

It was a normal day at school. When Kyle went to grab his lunch out of his locker, and noticed it was missing.

"Goddamit. Bet that fucking fat ass took it." Kyle slammed his locker shut. "Need to get a new fucking lock."

He stormed off toward the cafeteria where he was sure he'd find his fat perpetrator. And low and behold he as there, with the rest of their rag-tag group of friends.

"Oh hey Kyle, I saved you a seat-"

"Give me back my lunch you fat fuck!" Kyle cut off Stan, glaring Cartman down as he aproached his spot at the table. Cartman raised his hands in innocence.

"Hey don't look at me guys. I don't eat turnips and grass or whatever the fuck else jews eat, why would I take it?"

"Veggies? The only veggies you eat come on a taco." Stan and Kenny laugh at Kyle's remark.

"Hey, fuck you Kyle! I didn't take your stupid lunch so fuck off!" Cartman grabs his tray and stands up from the table. "Screw you guys, I'm goanna eat somewhere I'm not acused of random shit I didn't do." and promptly leaves.

Kyle's anger is not diminished though. He hesitates to sit down, glaring at the back of Eric's head as he leaves the cafeteria.

"Kyle, you okay dude? Are you sure it was Cartman? Did you have your locker, y'know, locked?" Stan asked, setting down his school provided slop-covered fork.

"Maybe it was fo-forg.. maybe it was for-fo-f... maybe it was f-or -forg -fo-fo... maybe it was f- maybe you left it at home." Jimmy musters out.

"I know it was fucking Cartman! I still haven't changed my lock since the last time he broke into it and put dead rats in it." Kyle paced. "He knows I always have cheezy poofs on thursdays! He always asks for some. Greedy fat bastard!"

"Mhhn mhhhd mh mhmh mhmhh mh?" Kenny mumbles.

"I dont know when he took it, but I know it was him!" Kyle makes up his mind.

"Why d-don't you go ... go ask him-" Jimmy asks, but Kyle storms away before he can finish, fists clenched as he heads towards Eric.