ೃ⁀➷ i wish i could live without you ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ // a south park fanfic

ꕥ my guys ꕥ

(art above not mine!! also they are all 17-18 y/o in this)

(no beta-read we die like scott tenormans parents)

Cartman's POV

They're my guys.

No matter how much I say I hate them, they'll always be my guys.

That sounds so fucking gay.

I grab my hat, walk out the door, and make my way to the bus stop. That same damn bus stop that we've been meeting at since we were little kids.

Why am I so fucking sappy today? It's not like one of my guys died and some weird sixth sense is making me all gushy.

.

.

.

Right?

I speed up a little.

No, it's fine, they're not dead. Unless it's Kenny, but he'll be fine. He dies all the time.

But what if he doesn't come back?

Shut the fuck up, brain!! Stop doing that!!

I'm the first one at the bus stop, none of my guys are here yet.

...

Aren't I usually the last one here?

Stop worrying, Eric. You're being a dramatic little bitch. They're just running late.

I start to think about what I'd do if any one of my guys died.

Stan... we aren't as close as, like, him and Kyle, but we're still friends. I'd probably be pretty upset if he died.

Kenny... my best friend. I mean it when I say I'd never see it coming. You can guess why. The first time I saw him die it was like getting a slap in the face from God himself. The relief when he showed up the next day was unreal.

Finally, Kyle. Oh, Kyle. Everything would feel so wrong without him. I can't even imagine spouting some fucked up joke, then not hearing his stupid, kind of cute, Jew voice. I know I'm supposed to hate the guy or something, but I can't live without him, even if I wanted to. We just started dating recently, I couldn't take it if he died. I'd go right with him.

Suddenly, I hear a voice from behind me, "Sup, Fatass!"

It's Kyle. I'd know that voice anywhere.

"Fucking finally. Where even were you guys?"

"Stan got fucking wasted last night. We literally had to drag him out of bed."

Kenny unzips his parka a little so we can hear him better, "And here I was thinking you were getting over that shit." He zips his parka back up.

Stan pinches the bridge of his nose, "I am getting better, okay? But it was a party! I'd look like a pussy if I didn't drink!"

Kyle puts a hand on Stan's shoulder, "It's alright, dude. Just take it easy next time."

Stan rolls his eyes and smiles, "Will do, captain!"

We all start laughing.

And laughing.

And laughing.

I love being able to just hang out with my friends, and just for a little bit, escape the living hell that is being a teenager.

Just then, the bus pulls up and we get onboard.

The day goes fairly normally, we go to class, we eat lunch, we go to more class, we ride the bus home, we all hang out at my house since my mom is working night shift today.

Kyle yawns, "I'm getting tired, man."

"Same," I say, "Wanna crash in my room?"

"Hell yeah." Stan says.

"Sure!" Kenny is slightly muffled from his parka.

After we all get into our pajamas, and Kyle texts his bitch of a mom that he's staying over because she needs to know everything, I lay down on my bed, soon followed by the others.

Kenny uses my arm as a pillow, and spreads out, taking up like, half the bed.

Stan lays down next to Kenny, yawning and mumbling a tired "Night, dudes." We all say goodnight back.

Kyle lays down next to me and snuggles into my side. I blush a little, and smile.

I hug all of them as close as I can without squeezing them too hard.

They're my guys.