I'm Clean

A Swelling Rage

*Cartman*

1 plate, 2 plates, 3 plates, more plates.

Today is a sorrowful day for me at the least, I've decided to  pursue my dream of being an actor. I got a manager, she told me the only way I could possibly get big is to let go of my South Park roots. I agreed to head along with the plan, but it really means only one thing. I've gotta let go of my friends and Kahl. My actual friends only consist of Stan, Butters, Kinny, Heidi, and Wendy.

I think they'll all be supportive of me, maybe a little even happy to have me off their backs.

But, I haven't talked to Kahl about it, We've been distanced from each other for a while. He's got his basketball college that he's been going to,  he's either studying too hard for an upcoming test, or staying the night at Stan's or even partying with a couple of college friends.

Which doesn't surprise me that he wants that, he just never tries to make time for me and him anymore. I pick up spoons and start paring them with plates, it's kinda funny, there was this one time that I tried to have Kahl come home from Stan's one night. It failed so fucking miserably.

I remember, Mam leaving for work that night, it was getting lonely, Kahl hadn't been over in a week, I missed our arguments, his fluffy ginger hair, the stressed forest green eyes, our cuddles, his laughter. So, I gave him a call.

Beep, beep, bee- it's was cut off by Kahl's voice.

"Hey, Fatass." He stated casually. He never really called me fatass anymore, it was now kinda used as a code word, to let me know he was with one of our friends.

I grabbed a pillow and lay it down on the couch, then sat on it. "Hey, Jew.  Wanna come to my place for a little bit? We could have the whole house to our selves." I stated, hopefully.

I heard Stan laughing in the background at sometime. Before Kahl could of answered, I asked. "Dude, is that Stan?"

Kahl laughed. "Yeah, Stan, Ike and I are watching a hilarious movie."

"Uh, huh. So, I assume you are busy.." I sigh, gently pushing myself into the couch.

I hear Kahl and Stan speaking for a moment, before I could understand what they were saying, Kahl started speaking again.

"Cartman, I'm trying to spend time with Stan and Ike right now. Go find Kenny to hang out with for now."

I felt a pang in my chest. "Okay. Bye."

It was of course a really dumb conversation and as upset as I did get a was pretty uncalled for. But with me gone, Kahl could do whateva he wanted with out me breathing down his neck.

At least that's what I am trying to tell myself, I really want to believe that Kahl will be happy without me.

But I know I won't be all that happy without him.

The spoons were put down, the front door swung open, revealing Kahl.

Alone with me.

His forest green eyes shimmering, his freckles popping from his lightly tanned skin (the summer just did to him), his fluffy red hair pushing it's way out of a baseball cap that sat on his head. His pink lips turning into a smile.

"Hey babe." He said, closing door and grinning.

None of guests were supposed to be here until four, it's two now.

I quickly took my gaze off of Kahl and turned it on the forks.

"Hey, what are you doing here so early?" I asked, cutting to the chase.