Cute K2 (crazy Kyle)

Chapter 7:

(Kenny's POV)

Cartman and I walk down the street, it's basically a tradition that we mock people together every Friday.

"What about fake-goth-jock-boi?" I ask, Cartman cracks up.

"You can only mean Stan." He laughed.

I gasp dramatically.
"How'd you know?"

We both laugh again.

"Well, Stan is an obnoxious jerk that deserves to be smacked." The fat boy laughed.

"And he always smells like axe body spray!" I chime in.

The two of us laugh some more.

"And the Jew?" Cartman smiled.

"K-Kyle?"

"Yeah dude! C'mon!"

"His hair is... oh my god. Is so fabulous!" I said in a fake voice. I even lift one hand up into the air.

Cartman laughs some more. "And what the fuck is wrong with him? How can someone not want sex?"

I stop laughing and look up at Cartman. "It isn't that bad, I mean, it's not like he's broken."

"Heh, he kinda is!" Cartman chuckled.

This makes me mad, I don't know why, but it does.

As far as I'm concerned, Kyle is my best friend, and no one makes fun of my best friend.

Cartman stops walking and turns around to look at me.
"Aren't you comin' Kinny?"

I make a fist and hit him in the nose.

And oh boy does that thing bleed.

Cartman stumbles back a few steps. "Dude! You broke my nose!" He says through his hands.

I don't know what to do, I'm freaking out. So I turn tail and run home.