Kenny, Stan and Butters ended up staying the evening at mine, just playing games and eating crappy food. Craig and Tweek has to go home to check on their 'children'.
"Dude! Get crushed!" Stan taunted as he killed me.
"Awh come on!" I cried, pushing his head over to the side. "How are you so good at Minecraft?"
"Because I play every day, duh!" Stan replied, pulling Butters under his arm. "Hey, um, I've got to go before 6 for dinner. I hope you don't mind."
"Yeah, and Red wants me back around that time too. Or she'll think I'm cheating like her past boyfriend did." Kenny added, taking a sip of his beer.
"Oh, don't worry it's fine!" I replied, eating a doughnut. "Besides, my moms going to be home from Sharon's soon enough anyway. She hasn't been home in a whole week, it's crazy!"
"You sure that they're not lesbians?" Kenny joked, causing Stan to go 'ew' and me to roll my eyes. And of course, Butters just sat there innocently, watching the screen. "It's a joke, guys! God, you two have a better chance at being gays than them two fine women."
"No! Ken, you've got it all wrong!" Stan spoke, his voice trailing off. "Kyle and Cartman are already married, remember?"
I sat uncomfortably on the floor, feeling my face grow red. Had I..really forgotten about Cartman? I've not even messaged him, I've not even visited him, I've not even thought of him for at least a full day! I hope he's okay.
I suddenly got a pain in my heart, reaching towards the area to feel it. My heart was beating so fast. I was a terrible friend, a terrible person overall. "I've got to go!" I suddenly exclaimed, rushing out of the door. How could I? How could I? How could I?
I breathlessly knocked on his door, leaning against the wall beside it. Liane opened her door, looking glad as ever. "Oh, Kyle!" She angelically spoke, welcoming me inside. "Thank goodness you came! You see, my little Eric hasn't come out of his room since yesterday. I'm really worried and he won't let me in. Could you go up and see him?"
"Of course! I think I know why he's down, thank you Liane."
"He's down? Oh goodness why?"
"It's my fault, he did something and I reacted badly. Excuse me but I've got to talk to him now." I walked up the stairs carefully, standing before Cartman's door. There was light heavy metal music playing in the background, but nothing else. I knocked on his door 3 times, as I usually did. He didn't reply. I opened the door to see him, lying in bed.
He didn't move, just lied there like a dead dog. His curtains were shut, with big t-shirts making it dimmer. It was dark, was what I was saying. Too dark for it to be a good sign of what he was feeling. I sat on his bed, poking his legs. "Go away." He muttered, sounding like he had been crying or was about to. His voice was strangled, choking, rushing for air.
"Cartman. I'm so sorry I left you. I'm such a bad person I didn't know how to react! I want you to be okay, I didn't want to just leave you there I-"
"You said enough by leaving me there to walk home by myself. Stan always said how he felt hollow when he broke up with Wendy, and I made fun of him. And now, I'm feeling like that. I feel like I've been hurt, damaged. Tell me, why did you run off." His voice had no emotion, but at least he turned to me.
I was fighting back tears. I wanted to make him feel better, be here for him. But it was so hard with his stubborn ass. "Because I was scared." I replied truthfully, fiddling with my sleeves. "I didn't know what to do, I guess. I didn't know you liked me."
"Well, now you do." He sat up, groaning while massaging his neck. "So, what's next? A hug to make me feel worse?"
"I didn't come to make you feel worse. I care about you, in every way I want to-"
"Just leave. I don't want to talk with you or anyone right now."
"But-"
"Go! What did I tell you?! If you want me to feel better then leave!"
"No."
"What?!"
"No. Not until you're okay. Not until you smile. Not until you laugh. Not until you tell me you're okay with no lies behind it. Not until I'm the one who made you happy. Not until I've made up for the biggest mistake in my life. I care about you. Maybe not as in as you want me to, but I care enough about you to be emotionally brung down when you're down. I love you, Eric. And I'm not leaving without you until I show you how much I mean that."
"I'm sorry. The answers no."
"Fine." I got up, ripping the sheets from his body.
"Ngh- no!" He rushed for them back, but I had the sheet around my shoulders. I smiled as he pounced up, chasing me around to try and get them. "Kahl!" He screamed, finally getting a grip on it. I tugged it back to me, hugging it as if it were Ike.
"Come on Eric, come back to mine! Everyone's there. You can even stay over."
"No!" I could hear the slight sarcasm and lie in his voice, so I smiled devilishly.
"There's fresh doughnuts."
"Kahl leave me alone!" As I finally got most of the sheet to me, I turned my back to the bed and tugged. He fell helplessly onto me, growing red. "You're just here to taunt me, aren't you?" His voice was brighter at least.
"No. I'm here because I care about you." I snaked my arm around his neck, pulling him down for a hug. I wrapped my legs around him, as if he were a teddy bear. He rolled over so I was on him, looking up at my face. "I'm sorry that I hurt you. I want to do whatever I can to make you feel better."
He smiled. Oh god he smiled! "You're a dumb Jew." I smiled back, feeling his body rise and fall calmly.
"And you're my fatass."
A/N: boombapow, sorry this is short 💗✨