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The moon shone brightly above the small mountain town, illuminating its empty streets in soft light. No soul would be expected awake past midnight, however a figure sneaking through the shadows proved the common sense wrong. As if he had done it a million times, he lifted his chubby body over the fence to a small garden, that was gracing the green house with its beautiful flowers, cautiousness preventing him from alerting the neighbors.
Hidden inside the garage, which could be entered through an unlocked back door, an unsteady ladder was waiting to be carried out of its dark prison full of spider webs and dust into the chilly summer night. " These stupid jews should learn how to lock their doors", the person whispered with an evil glint in his eyes, following his plan, troubled by the extra weight on his shoulder, " they wouldn't want someone breaking in."
Out of breath, he supported his body with the tool already leaning against the rough surface before he climbed up to his desired destination. To his luck, Kyle Broflovski left the quadratic window wide open to refresh himself with the pleasant breeze from outside. " That's too fucking easy." Not letting down his guard, Eric Cartman tiptoed over to the sleeping boy, careful not to disturb his slumber, as he was known to be a light sleeper, and pulled out a waterproof sharpie.
" That's for telling on me, asshole", he muttered with a hint of malice in his voice, going in to decorate his rival's face, but jumped back when the victim of his prank shifted to another position. That was when he saw it. Resting on the small night stand, a blue book entered his view, spiking his mind with even more ideas. Shaving his head would have been more like a blessing than a curse. Drawing dicks on his face wasn't enough to punish him either. Now, he certainly had a trump card.
" This is perfect."
The morning arrived as beautifully as ever. The sun had been awake for two hours, announcing the beginning of a work and school day for the habitants. Despite the peaceful and warm atmosphere engulfing him on his way to his first period, a shiver ran down Kyle's spine, his gut telling him there was something off. Not even the birds, that would only visit during the summer months, singing a sweet melody could ease his mind.
The minute he stepped foot in the old building, the feeling of restlessness intensified. Did he forget about a test and his body was unconsciously warning him ? No. He kept track of everything involving his education, not risking to live in this hell hole longer than he had to. What else was the cause of his anxiety ? " Kahl", a smug voice called out to him, causing his stomach to drop. Soon enough, an arm has wrapped itself around his shoulder, pushing him down to his level.
" What the fuck do you want, fatass." Even though his tone held some aggression, the unease spread through his whole body. " Don't be so rude. I just wanted to talk about something. Let's go somewhere more private", Eric responded in a higher pitch, batting his eyelashes to underline his innocent and selfless act. " Is this about me telling a teacher about you stealing Tweek's meds ?"
Solely his pretentious annoyance stopped him from falling into panic when he was led into the empty bathroom by a suspiciously calm Cartman. " Not exactly. You see, I wanted to get my revenge on you. I can't use those pills on my next exams anymore thanks to you."
" These are medication for people with adhd ! It's not right to use them for cheating. It's unfair and you know that !" Undermining his frustration, the ginger crossed his arms in front of his chest, burning his rival with his piercing green eyes. There was nothing he hated more than injustice created by Eric Cartman himself. Abusing prescription drugs lowered his already poor reputation.
" As I was saying, I wanted to get revenge on you for taking all my opportunities away, but I don't think that's necessary if you do exactly what I want", Eric explained, a wicked grin spread on his features faster than the wild fire he caused last year. The confidence with which he was spouting this nonsense was concerning, hinting that he might have a plan to send the jew straight to misery.
" And why the fuck would I do that ?", Kyle spat back impatiently, tapping his shoe on the floor as an attempt to hide the nervousness eating him up from inside. The big boned kid stepped closer, dragging out the process as if he sensed the fear of his classmate, before revealing a familiar book that's been carried around in his bag. " You wouldn't want Stan finding out about your gay little feelings for him, do you ?"
His body broke out in a hot sweat, yet his blood ran cold. Only the heavy bumping of his heart connected him to this world, not letting him slip away into his most dreadful nightmares. " What ?" His thoughts circled around all the possibilities of how he had obtained his most treasured secrets and what this would mean for him. His dairy was filled with every happy memory he wished to relive a second time, a detailed description of his emotions during certain days and of course the revelation of his one sided crush.
Satisfied with the terror displaying on the ginger's face, his sickening smirk widened with the possession of complete power over his despised friend. " You've heard what I said. You have to obey every command or else I'll show Stan what you've been writing about him", Eric threatened, mockingly waving his blackmail foundation in front of his eyes, jumping backwards when Kyle tried to snatch it from is grib, " Nuh uh, even if you take it back forcefully, I still have photos of every page on my phone and I won't hesitate to post them on the school forum."
Gritting his teeth, Kyle lowered his head in defeat, overwhelmed by the pressure he was under. There was no way, he was letting this piece of shit manipulate him into doing something he didn't want to. On the other hand, Cartman was cowardly using his emotions and secrets against him, which would lead to trouble with his best friend in the long run. " Fuck you."
" Come on, Kahl. I'm trying to help you save your friendship here. I wouldn't enjoy doing that to you." A second time, his chubby hands were rubbing against his stiff back, encouraging him to accept his 'grateful' offer while portraying himself as the good guy. " We both know Stan is still clinging to that bitch Wendy and he would be so disappointed and disgusted if he found out his best friend secretly wanted to fuck him."
Every bone in his body refused to acknowledge that he was right, yet deep inside he knew it was an unavoidable fact. After their final break up in winter, Kyle dared to dream a little about a relationship with his best friend, but his hope was crushed quickly when they started to speak more recently nowadays. Although his heart was bleeding with each interaction he had to witness, he wished solely the best for his dearest.
" Okay, fine. Just don't tell him."
" Good, I knew you would come to your senses. Now carry my bag to my next class."
With this being finalized, the worst day of his life had begun. " Why the fuck is your bag so heavy ? Are stones in there ?", Kyle complained, arriving out of breath at the classroom door, before heading inside without drawing attention to his unfortunate situation. Seeing the cockiness radiating from his proud stance, the jew was longing to smack the self confidence out of his system, but he obediently sat down on his seat instead.
" Here, do my homework for the next period and let me cheat off of you during the test now." The brunette dumped his messy binder onto the desk and his lap, forcing him to pick up all the loose pages from the floor. Without objecting his demands, he went straight to work sliding his pen neatly over the smooth surface, being aware his every move was analyzed through cruel mismatched eyes. The uncomfortable tension in his body slowed down his progress, erupting doubts about him being one of the smartest kids in class.
" Morning, Ky. What are you doing ?" Stan's gentle touch caused him to jump, too engulfed in his task to have noticed his friend approaching. Only when he regained his composure, he faced the older boy with a relieved smile. " I forgot to do the English homework so I'm doing it now. I don't want it to affect my grade negatively."
The explanation was convincing. However, this was Kyle who he was speaking to. Someone he could describe as nerd. The person that kept track of his studies in color organized calendars and who would remind him of nearing deadlines for projects he had completed the minute they were assigned. This was unusual, yet Stan appreciated the surprising changes by laughing wholeheartedly. " I didn't know you were capable of forgetting homework. Maybe I should start nagging you about it, too", he teased him, not letting the opportunity slip away.
" Well, did you do the homework ?", he shot back smugly, raising an eyebrow.
" Shut up." Giggling at his childish reply, Kyle got back to work, unbothered by his friend peeking over his shoulder, attempting to gain all the answers. " By the way, do you want to come over later. I got a new video game I want to try out." Another set of ears perked up at the mention of a hang out and the owner immediately interfered, squeezing himself between Kyle and his crush. " Kahl doesn't have time for that. He has agreed to help me out with something."
" Why are you answering for him ? Kyle wouldn't agree to any of your plans." Placing a hand on his hip as he glanced down at the brunette, the musician was wondering what his most problematic friend was scheming. He was always up to something. " But he did, isn't that right, Kahl ?"
" Yes, that's right." His words were almost inaudible, especially with his head hanging low over the piece of paper, hiding him grimacing as if it physically pained him to speak. " What ? Why would you voluntarily spend time with him ?", Stan questioned, shocked by the new information, and observed his best friend intensely, searching for an answer to this mystery.
" Okay students, please take your seats", the teacher interrupted their little banter, already scribbling something on the black board. The class groaned in protest, suffering in silence throughout the period.
As soon as the bell proclaimed them free, Cartman was the first to leave the classroom with an pissed off Kyle trailing behind him, two school bags resting on his back. The other kids watched this phenomenon in confusion, believing they were hallucinating as the basketball player bent down to gather the candy wrappers Cartman 'accidentally' dropped. " What the fuck is going on ?", Stan muttered in absolute disbelief, catching up with Kenny who was equally disturbed. " Don't ask me. I have no glue."
" Come on, you fucking jew. Move your ass and no talking back !" Eric enjoyed his authority over his rival, ensuring to make his life a hell. Biting his tongue, the victim of his cruel blackmail sped up his movements, fighting the urge to beat his ass. " Anything else ?", he asked in the sweetest tone he could force out of himself as they arrived at their next destination. " I forgot my books in my locker. Go get them."
" Woah, Kyle. Where are you going ?" Stan stopped the ginger that was about to rush into the hallway with a sour expression plastered on his face, immediately spotting Cartman's disgustingly evil smirk. " Getting books." He wanted to brush his friend off, yet his hand held him in place, refusing to let him. " What's going on, Ky ? Why are you listening to Cartman ?"
" I'm not. Now step aside."
With a sigh, he let his friend pass, seemingly worried about the dynamic between these two. Back in their childhood days, Kyle would often participate in dumb bets and even accept the most outrageous punishments for losing, however he was smarter than to repeat his childish mistakes. Throughout the years hanging out with Eric, he knew what he was capable of and sometimes he wondered why he still considered him a part of their group.
" Don't look at me like that. I'm not doing anything he didn't agree to." The brunette didn't miss the hateful gaze he was receiving from the 'hippie'. The way he was acting innocent was making his blood boil, but he calmed himself down with the distraction of his teacher arriving. Thanks to Eric, Kyle was too late and close to being punished.
The first break was announced by the stereotypical, melodic ringing, encouraging the teenagers to assemble in the dull hallways. Of course, Eric had sent his little helper away to get him a snack, which Kyle grumpily obeyed. Now was a perfect time to speak with Cartman and discover where the power he held over his super best friend came from. Stan wasn't amused by the way he was treating the ginger, unlike the master mind behind it, who was bragging to an unimpressed Craig and a worried Tweek.
" We need to talk", the football player called out and stepped closer, pointing a finger at him accusingly, " What did you say to Kyle to make him do all this for you ? Are you threatening him with something ?" Instead of being intimidated by the irritated boy, Eric shrugged, putting on his angel disguise again. " I would never do such a thing, Stan. Everything my good friend Kahl does for me is done by his free will. You know how friends would always help each other."
" I don't believe this bullshit. I know you have said something to Kyle and I want to know what it is", Stan demanded with more force in his tone, carrying his voice through the crowded hallway. " I get it. You're worried about your little boyfriend, but I'm telling the truth. You can ask him yourself." Signaling him that he surrendered by lifting his arms, his typical enraging smirk still graced his lips, causing the football player to hiss.
In the distance, he spotted the ginger navigating himself through the chaotic groups of students, clinging to the bag of sweets for dear life. Without wasting a second, Stan approached Cartman's servant, still suffering from the build up anger from solely interacting with the brunette, yet his features softened when he realized how stressed his friend seemed.
" Ky, can you please tell me what's going on ? Is Cartman blackmailing or threatening you ?" None of his ideas were far fetched, considering the fat guy had tried something similar before. Of course, he would target Kyle for no reason aside from him being a jew, but this time he actually had a reason. The most bigoted person in this school wouldn't miss the opportunity to fulfill his revenge for being robbed of the chance to cheat with concentration boosting substances. There was no way he would let him off the hook without a proper punishment.
Reaching for his cold hand, he gently interlocked their fingers together, leading to Kyle dropping all the items in his arms and Eric to yell at them in disapproval. The gesture itself was melting his heart, but the caring gaze with which Stan was looking at him caused his whole body to tingle. All the warmth that radiated from his crush made him believe that everything could be solved if he just opened his mouth. Stan wouldn't make fun of him for liking him. He wasn't that kind of person.
Everything would be alright if he just spilled his deepest secret. No more serving Eric. No more insults thrown his way that he couldn't react to. Right when he was about to share the events from this morning, Wendy entered his view, causing doubts to erupt, popping his little bubble. The harsh reality hit him harder than his rival ever could and he immediately averted his eyes, drowning in disappointment and shame.
In a world Wendy Testaburger existed, he would always be tied to the second place in every aspect of his life. She was smart, acing every test without trying while Kyle sacrificed his sleep to keep up to her level. She was naturally beautiful, which Kyle envied the most, being cursed with the ugliest red curls and a 'weird' nose. The worst part of this all was that she was so kind to everyone around. He couldn't hate her even if he tried.
" No, Cartman isn't doing anything. I just decided to make it up to him for selling him out", he explained with a hint of despair lingering in his hard tone. The ginger was an open book to him. His tough act had never fooled him before. His lies couldn't deceive him, yet the thought of Kyle not trusting him enough to tell him what was wrong saddened him. Instead of prying more into his affairs, Stan pulled his hand back, leaving an empty feeling inside the jew behind. As much as he wanted to help him, he couldn't if he didn't talk to him.
Collecting all the sweets, the basketball player returned to Eric with a dull expression darkening his face. Not one of the many insults had stirred a reaction from him, which frustrated the brunette to the point he decided to step up his game even more. During the next period, he ordered him to take notes for him and whisper every answer in his ear, so he could impress the teacher. At this point, it was no secret to anyone that Kyle was taking orders from his enemy as they didn't put in any effort to hide it.
Some of them were intrigued to see how far Eric could take this until his servant would snap. Others showed pity for the mistreated man that had been walking on eggshells around his boss, aware that he could ruin his reputation completely. All the attention that was drawn to him when they left the classroom together was pissing the ginger off. Adding to that, his rival started boasting about his 'slave' and how he could demand everything with the expectation of it being done in a blink of an eye. " Hey, Clyde. Watch this !", he addressed his classmates, before kicking over the trash can, " clean this up, Kahl."
A small circle formed around the poor guy that adopted the work of the janitor and grumpily collected all the gross items on the floor. The people gossiping about him weren't even subtle enough to lower their voices, which both angered and embarrassed the jew. " Oh hamburgers, aren't you a bit too mean to him, Eric ?", Butters chirped in, nervously fidgeting with his fingers.
" Shut up, Butters. I'm not doing anything he doesn't want to", the brunette snapped back, " if I was going to far he would have said so already. Maybe think before you speak."
Kenny placed a hand on the blonde's shoulder, who shrieked being exposed to these harsh words, and led him away from the crowd. " Let's just go, Leo." Halfway through the students, they bumped into Stan observing the scene in concern. " Dude, you definitely need to talk to Kyle again. This is getting out of hand."
" I know, but, whatever fatass is threatening him with, he doesn't want to tell me. I can't do anything ", the musician exclaimed, running a hand through his messy hair in frustration.
" You should get him to talk soon. Cartman will only get more unbearable the longer he is given the chance to play god."
Right when he finished that sentence, the manipulator was soliciting attention from the viewers, presenting the redhead as if he was the main attraction of a circus. " My dear friend Kahl will tell you the truth about himself and his family. You don't want to miss that !"
" I'm not saying that, fatass", Kyle whisper shouted, crossing his arms in anger, ready to give the kid a piece of his mind and maybe even a beating.
Unfazed by his piercing glare, the bigoted man stepped dangerously close and yanked him down to fill his mind with more cruelty. " Dear Diary, today, Stan invited me over for a sleepover and we slept in the same bed. We ended up waking up in each other's arms, but I know I'll never be good enough for him, since I'm just a stupid, faggy jew rat and he is deeply in love with Wendy, who is so much better than me", he recited a page of his now most treasured belonging, mixing in his own interpretation.
This seemed to have the desired effect and Kyle unwillingly shouted out the most insulting, stereotyping and racist bullshit about himself and relatives, his eyes glued to the ground, too ashamed of himself. Wasn't he smarter than to let himself be bossed around by his enemy ? Wasn't he stronger than to fear his crush's reaction to his feelings ? Why couldn't he just grow a pair and fight back against this injustice like he always did ? Because he was a coward.
His fear was paralyzing him, making him the perfect prey for Eric's shenanigans. Nothing was bigger than the fear of rejection and losing a friend, that's been everything to him. His love was weakening him to the point of total obedience to his nemesis. With the clarity of him never fighting back, Cartman was willing to cross every boundary to cause the greatest misery for the jew solely for his amusement.
The bell rescued him from his misery, only for him to be forced to carry more school bags now. " During the lunch break, I'll show you more. Tell all your friends to come and watch !"
" This isn't good", Stan muttered under his breath, wriggling his way through the wall of teenagers to catch his best friend in time. " Kyle ! Just tell me. We can solve all of this together. You don't have to endure this anymore. Please", he pleaded with him, hoping that he would come to his senses, yet he was brushed aside by the furious man. " Don't stick your nose in things that are none of your business", was the answer he received, that described the boy's frustration and pent up anger to the point.
" Kyle..." Disappointment was written all over his face as he was standing alone in the hallway, seeing his dearest friend being belittled by the students around him. They weren't any better than that insensitive asshole himself and Stan was afraid they would affect his creativity in finding new jobs for Kyle for the worse. What was there he couldn't know about the boy he had shared the most intimate moments of his life with ?
The last obstacle separating him from absolute humiliation passed by faster than anticipated. Why didn't history class stretch like chewing gum today ? What did he do to deserve the universe conspire against him ? Hadn't he always been friendly and respectful ? Why did he end up tailing behind the most bigoted person to the cafeteria, being treated like an unsightly insect whose sole purpose was to jump at his command. How was this fair ?
With all the new power filling his head with even more absurd ideas, Eric had lost every connection to reality, viewing himself as a king, who couldn't allow his servants to share a table with him. " Kahl, get me a cheeseburger and something to drink. Don't let me wait or you know what will happen", Cartman ordered without deigning him a glance, smugly leaning back into the comfortable seat.
As the jew rushed off to persue his duty, his usual friend group exchanged worried looks while the newcomers were fascinated by Kyle's obedience.
" Does he really do everything you say ? Can you order him to lick your shoes or something ?", one girl interrogated him, rather intrigued by the whole affair, not realizing the amount of loathing she gathered for such an innocent question. Didn't she view Kyle as a human anymore ? This was sick.
" You can bet your ass on it. He does everything I want without any exceptions", the brunette bragged with a confident smirk, pleased by all the attention the mosquito swarm of students was granting him. " I'll show you." Stan suspected whatever Kyle would have to face would be unbearable judging by the maliciousness in Eric's voice.
It broke his heart to observe his best friend serving the fatass his desired food, he had bought with his own money, while Cartman's new admirers snickered at his devotion. " Come on, this is enough now. Let Kyle eat too", the musician interrupted with annoyance and worry lacing his words, petting a spot beside himself for the ginger to sit.
" No way. Kahl has to watch me enjoy my fucking cheeseburger, Stan. Lowly servants have to be put in their places", the brunette responded scornfully to the other's remarks and let his gaze wander off to the ginger that dug his fingernails into his palm in order to keep quiet and not have all the anger inside flowing out, " Don't you agree, Kahl ?"
" Of course", he forced himself to reply with a closed eye smile, when Eric lifted the blue book up for only him to see. " That's a good little servant. Now give me your food." Despite not being finished with the tasty treat in front of him, he pushed his plate aside to make room for whatever Kyle had to offer. " What are you waiting for ? Hurry up."
Soon enough, Kyle presented him the sandwich his mother had made for him this morning and stepped back with a scowl, watching the asshole taking a bite and grimacing at the taste, before throwing it right in front of his feet. " Tastes like shit, Kahl. Did you want to poison me ?" His anger skyrocketed hearing this comment, not being able to calm himself down with physical pain. He wanted nothing more than to smack this cocky grin out of his face, but he had come so far already. Eric would get bored of this in the near future and he would be free.
Only a little bit more. It would all go to waste if the wrath got the better of him and adding to that it would ruin his friendship. " Clean this mess, jew." Only a little bit more. It would be over soon. Bending down to pick up the pieces of his former lunch, Kyle felt a pinch of sadness holding onto his heart. His mother put a lot of effort into preparing this for him. " Don't waste food like this", he whispered in a soft tone, searching for the nearest trash bin.
Simultaneously, Stan's patience with his fat friend was running thinner the more he witnessed his best friend's suffering. " Was this really necessary ? Wasting food is not cool", Kenny chirped in, shaking his head in disappointment, " We get that you and Kyle don't get along, but stop this bullshit now. It's getting ridiculous."
" Are you jealous that you don't have your own slave, Kinny ? Just dig up some dirt on Butters and he will listen to you", Cartman advised him, pretending to be a wise mentor to the blonde as he turned to his minions, " that's how you easily get what you want. If you want a lecture on how to blackmail correctly pay me 20 bucks."
The poorest among them knitted his eyebrows at the scene in front of him. " I'm not pulling a Cartman on Leo, dumbass. Cut this crap. It's getting annoying."
" Oh ? Now you're admitting that you're blackmailing Kyle ? What happened to him doing it voluntarily ?", the ravenette spat sarcastically , crossing his arms in front of him, " now tell me what the fuck you're using against Kyle. This has gone far enough."
" Calm your tits. I've never said I'm using this tactic on him. I just know something about Kahl that he wants to keep a secret and to help me keep quiet he is doing a little something for me, you see", Cartman elucidated with innocence displaying in his eyes, sticking to the tone he was known for.
" That's fucking blackmail, dumbass. Don't use this euphemism crap on me. With what are you blackmailing him ?!"
" You know what euphemism is ?"
" Shut up, Kenny."
Unfazed by his friend's outburst, the cheesy poof enjoyer leaned back into his seat and shrugged. " I've promised not tell anyone. I'm a trustworthy man."
" Trustworthy my ass. You would tweet about his secrets the minute he stopped listening to you. You can sped up the progress and just tell me", the annoyed teen retorted, tapping his finger in an unsteady rhythm.
Seeing an opportunity in this conversation, the manipulator inched closer and folded his hands on the table to place his head on top. " I wish I could help you with that. I would never keep secrets from my dear friends, but Kahl is doing all this only for you not finding out. If I was you, I would rethink the roots of your friendship. Is he really your best friend if he goes through such lengths to not tell you the truth ?"
His chest tightened uncomfortably, not wanting to believe his words at first. " W-what ?", he stuttered, his previous rage forgotten, too stunned by Eric's claims. " You heard me. He doesn't want you to know. Aren't best friends supposed to share everything ? Maybe Kahl doesn't see you as his best friend anymore ?"
His heart was pounding against his rip cage, sending the unpleasant vibrations through his body. Not one of Eric's tricks was new to him, yet they still had an effect on him. His words were meant to deceive him, however this time truth was hidden deep in their core. His best friend didn't trust him enough to share his fears with him and it hurt.
" Fuck Kahl. You shouldn't waste your time on that greedy jew." Was he trying to turn him against his best friend now ? " Shut the fuck up. I don't care if Kyle has secrets. He doesn't have to tell me anything he isn't comfortable with. Can you not fucking do this again ?" Stan had regained the control over his emotions, not allowing himself to be manipulated.
" Jeez. Relax, Stan. I was only looking out for you. I'm just saying that your little boyfriend is keeping things to himself", Cartman calmly explained, redirecting his attention back to his half eaten burger. " We get it. You're still mad at Kyle and now you're trying to paint him as a bad guy. Nothing new." Kenny rolled his eyes, fed up with his shenanigans.
At this moment, the center of their conversation rejoined the group, tricking his mind to not flee with the given chance. " What took you so long to simply throw away trash, jew ?", the brunette questioned harshly, in complete contrast to his former attitude. " I needed to wash my hands. I hate them being all sticky", the ginger responded with his typical ' matter of fact' tone, immediately receiving a glare from his boss. " I didn't allow you to do that."
" I don't need to ask you to go to the restroom. That's not the fucking deal." Every attempt to prohibit his temper from appropriating his ability to speak politely were closer to fail the more his rival spouted his nonsense.
" I'm your god damn master and you have to do as I say. Fucking respect my authority or suffer the consequences !"
The servant pressed his lips into a thin line, avoiding the worried gaze of his crush. His fury was slowly surfacing, which would destroy everything he had worked for, but at the same time he didn't care that much anymore. All his thoughts were consumed by the images of beating this piece of shit up. However, he was able to stay calm.
" I think you need a proper punishment for disrespecting me." The brunette stepped on his chair, drawing the attention of every single student in the giant hall where he wished it to be. On them. " Come on, guys. What should I make him do ? There is nothing off limits !" The anxiety from this morning was spreading through his body again as he witnessed the cruelty mirrored in his eyes. This was fucking insane.
" Make him eat from the ground !"
" Have him insult a teacher !"
" Let him lick your feet !"
" God damn it, you're going way too far now."
" You should get him to clean your bathroom with a toothbrush !"
The concerns of his friends were drowned out by the insanity of Cartman's followers. How could they propose something like that ? Did Eric already corrupt them to the point no return was possible ? " That are excellent ideas, my dear friends, but I got something even better." The heavy teen clumsily jumped down from his pedestal and headed straight for the ginger, pointing a finger at him. " Suck my balls, Kyel." He had once requested this and didn't obtain it, but now he held all the power to humiliate his enemy the worst way possible in his hands !
" I'm not sucking your fucking balls, fatass", Kyle yelled, unable to bare his bullshit anymore. There was no chance he would do that. This had gone far enough. His blood was boiling from all the pent up rage he had been bottling up all day. " and my name is not Kyel or Kahl."
" God damn it, do it, you asshole or I'm going to fucking tell him." The manipulator lost his cool and furrowed his brow, enraged by the boldness of his servant. When intimidating him with another glare and shaking him violently didn't seem to faze him, he whispered, " You're sacrificing your friendship for your pride. You know he would be disgusted. He will hate you." The determinated kid didn't back down even though he was hitting him with his worst fears. That was enough to set him off completely.
" Stan, I want you to know that Kyel is-"
" Stan, I've been madly in love with you for the past three years !"
Everything was quiet. No one dared to do as much as just breath. They couldn't believe that Kyle just confessed. Kyle couldn't believe he just confessed. His heart was drumming in his ears, making him painfully aware that this wasn't just a silly dream. His cheeks were flushed red from both anger and embarrassment, yet the latter dominated his emotions, leading to him stumbling back with nothing more to say. He was gone before anyone could react.
" Oh fucking great ! Don't think I don't post your fucking diary entries, asshole !", the pissed off fatass shouted after him, hating the fact he wasn't the one spilling his secret or how he just lost his slave. Sitting back down in his seat, he rummaged through his bag and handed over the blue book, he had hid safely from the jew's gaze, to a stunned Stan. " There you can read his faggy fantasies about you." A small gesture he hoped would bring Kyle more misery for destroying his plans yet again.
The musician was shocked to the core. His best friend loved him and Cartman had been using this against him ? " His dairy ?" Slamming his hands on the table, before towering over the most toxic person on the table, the ravenette snapped, " His dairy ? Are you fucking kidding me ? You have his god damn diary ?" When the unimpressed kid reached for his phone, Stan saw red. Without hesitation, he snatched the device and threw it against the wall, causing the screen to shatter.
" What the fuck, Stan ! All my copies of his entries were on-" His complaints were interrupted by a fist knocking him off his seat, leaving his nose and butt with a burning pain. The blood dripping from his chin made him realize that he couldn't brush him off like he would have any other day. Never had he seen Stan this mad before and he already braced himself for his next hit as the boy was about to jump on him.
" You've fucking threatened to publish his most intimate thoughts. You're so fucking disgusting", the taller boy screamed at him at the top of his lungs, feeling the need to defend and protect his precious friend. Fortunately for Cartman, Kenny interfered by holding the outraged man back and calmly advised him, " He is not worth getting detention over. You should better look for Kyle and check if he is alright."
Gritting his teeth and sending one last glare Eric's way, his features softened and he let out a sigh. " You're right. Thank you, Kenny." Slowly, the grib on his body loosened and the second he was free he rushed out the door, not forgetting to take the blue book with him. " Oh hamburgers, that was scary. I didn't think he would actually hit Eric", Butters exclaimed, offering a napkin to the distraught boy, who immediately slapped his hand away.
" Of course, the only time he gets angry is when I bully is boyfriend."
" Shut up, Cartman."
He had searched everywhere. Empty classrooms, the public bathrooms and he even visited his house, yet there was no trace of his closest friend. The last spot he wanted to investigate, he reached completely out of breath since he had never dared to stop, fearing Kyle wouldn't be here anymore if he took too long. The glimpse of red hair invading his sight gave him new energy and he immediately sped up his pace to the bench right in front of the pond.
Shark's pond. They had shared many memories here. During the winter months, they had spent most of their time on the ice. Kyle was so talented at this while he had to cling to his body in order to stay on his feet. Watching him skate so freely added color to his dull days. The bench, the ginger had claimed as his for now, was used by them to admire the sun set or talk about everything and nothing. It held a special place in his heart.
" Ky ?", Stan softly called out, before cautiously taking a seat beside him with enough distance between them. " Just go away." The ginger was curled up into a small ball, hiding his face behind his knees. " I don't want to leave," he replied, analyzing the view in front of him, reminiscing about their previous adventures here. He didn't want to force Kyle to talk this time, but instead give him space to sort his thoughts while providing comfort by showing nothing had changed between them.
" Why do you still care ? Aren't you mad or disgusted by me ?" This question almost broke his heart and he needed to swallow his emotions down or else he would have embraced the younger boy in a tight hug. Shifting his body to get a better glimpse of Kyle, he answered with the same gentleness, " Is that what Cartman told you would happen ? Ky, I would never feel this way about you. Why didn't you tell me about this sooner ?"
" I know I was dumb for listening to him, but I was scared and this seemed like the better solution. It could have avoided this situation ... no I should have never written this stupid dairy", the frustrated boy ranted, peeking up from his position.
" Ky, I'm really glad-"
" Is that my dairy ? Did you read it ?", he interrupted him the moment he spotted the blue book resting on his lap, but his outburst soon was overshadowed by hopelessness, " it doesn't matter anyway. You already know."
" I would never invade your privacy like that, Ky. Cartman just handed it over to me, but maybe I should give you my dairy so we're even ?", the ravenette proposed, hoping to lift the mood a little with a joke and a smile.
" I know you don't have a dairy, dude. You said it's dumb and a waste of time."
That was true. Chuckling nervously, Stan didn't back down from his words and corrected him, " you're totally mistaken. Let me just uh... read you something." Raising an eyebrow at his friend's antics, Kyle observed his nervousness growing to the point it couldn't be hidden behind a silly smile. " Dear Dairy, today I had the pleasure of spending a whole day with Kyle. He is super awesome, the smartest and coolest boy around, really pretty and... oh god I'm really not good at this", the older one among them stopped himself from embarrassing himself even more by making up more fake entries out of thin air.
" What are you doing ?" Kyle's face has adopted a beautiful cherry pink, unprepared for all these compliments. He almost missed how Stan scooted closer to him, placing a hand on top of his, letting it rest there a little awkwardly. " Confessing I guess ?", he whispered a little unsure, " I swear I had planned to do it more smoothly."
" Wait ! What ? What about Wendy ?" The jew was more than surprised to hear this change of events. He had always thought Stan ending up with her would be inevitable. " You've been so close lately."
" Oh ! I asked her to help me confess to you, but her ideas are a bit much. Her girlfriend even wanted me to confess with flowers in front of everyone", Stan filled him in on the crazy plans of the two girls, laughing, seemingly more relaxed now, " I wouldn't have minded if that's something you wanted, but I know you."
Again, his heart was wrapped in a pleasant warmth hearing him speak with such fondness and love lingering in his voice. His lips broke out in a soft smile and his free hand reached for the musician's cheek, stroking it with the affection he couldn't show before. " That would have been really cheesy, dude", he replied teasingly, " but I would have loved it either way."
Gazing into each other's eyes and admiring all the little features that couldn't be spotted from afar, they slowly leaned in and captured one another's lips in a sweet kiss. This was better than anything Kyle had dreamed of. Everything seemed perfect and the world around them just stop. They broke the kiss blushing and grinning at each other.
" I'm madly in love with you, Ky."
" Oh shut up. I was in panic. I love you too."