Take This To Heart |Stan X Kyle|

21: When It Rains

Kenny's POV

"And das when I was like, 'it's not interracial if dey have a faake tan, right?' and then ya will NEVER believe what Ike said-,"

I don't know how much longer I can remain in this room without strangling Cartman to death. Give it another hour, and Ike will be going down with him too. It was well past midnight at this point, and Kyle had been gone for a concerning amount of time. The thundering rain that began an hour ago or so isn't doing much to relieve my concern, either. I know it was for a pretty damn important reason, but a call, or even a text to so much as let us know that Stan is okay would relieve this built up sense of guilt pooling away somewhere inside of me right now.

A gradually increasing sizzling sound draws my attention to the amber light that connects the crisp edge of my limply-held cigarette and Kyle's maroon bedsheets. I mumble "Shit!" before desperately patting down the fabric and transferring the cig to my right hand, elevated on the windowsill.

Cartman, being an annoying shithead as per usual, extends his foot out from underneath him in a poor attempt to trap my wrist on the rapidly cooling burn mark.

"Dickhead! Cut that out! I just burnt Kyle's sheets!" I hold his foot away to assess the damage. "Ugh. Fuck."

Cartman wrangles his foot free, and repositions himself from leaning idly against Kyle's headboard to sitting on his calves. "Aye can guarantee ya dat ain't da worst thang dat's happened on deese sheets." He smirks, as he wiggles his eyebrows.

A more welcomed sizzling sound arrives in the form of extunguishing my cigarette butt against metal frame of the window, as I completely ignore Cartman's fruitless attempts to take this conversation in a suggestive direction as he always does after midnight. Any other night... maybe, but there's a much more pressing issue on the forefront of my mind right now. Extending my legs out from underneath my previous criss-cross position, I kneel infront of the aforementioned window as I swifty turn the metal lock and shove the glass panel upwards. The subsequent breeze ushers in a foreign coolness to the room, evoking a small gasp from Cartman in the process.

"Can ya fackin not! I'd prefer yeer personal attempt at becomin' a goddayum inferno with dem constantly lit cigs in dis room than tryna freeze us to death opening dat shit!" Cartman screeches, before I flick my discared cigarette butt straight in his direction.

"Cartman," I start, finally looking back in his direction. "Are we really gonna sit around and wait for Kyle to make things all magically better with Stan?" Carefully, I stand up on the unstable structure that is Kyle's shitty mattress. "I mean. Yeah, he totally has a thing for Stan. But Stan is our friend too, why shouldn't we also go out of our way to make sure he's okay after that fight with Wendy?"

Cartman does not think about anything I just said for so much as a moment, but immediately stands up with me anyway. "Yah! If anythang, we're probably da better people for da job anyway! At least we'd be doin' it from da kindness of our hearts, and not cause we wanna get in Stan's pants!" He exclaims, suddenly way too interested in caring about Stan for once.

I let out a short exhale. "Not... exactly what I was getting at, but Stan needs his friends right now. He needs us because we're friends, and he needs Kyle because they're friends too, irregardless of their weird as shit situation right now."

There's a tree not too far from the window, I'd probably be able to make it if I jumped. The wind is getting worse by the minute, so we'll have to act fast in the atrociously wet weather. Cartman on the other hand most as well start writing his suicide note.

"Fatass," I state, moving to crouch on the windowsill, "make the jump if you can, if you can't, I won't be coming back to clean up your body until after I'm done with Stan." Carefully avoiding the side of the ledge, I squeeze through the gap and regain my balance on the other side, fully embraced the cold midnight air at this point.