South Park Shorts

Throwing it All Up

I got no idea if this is going to be Style, or just a oneshot so I'm just kind of winging it ig.

They're in tenth grade.

Also there's a bit of Creek in this as well!!

Warnings: Puke, Eating Disorder

"Kyle time for dinner!"
Sheila shouted, this is the third time she yelled for him to come downstairs.

   Kyle wakes up to the yelling. Dinner? Really? This is why he usually slept after his parents got home from work. For one, he wouldn't need to eat dinner, he didn't have to listen to yelling from his mom or his little brother and his friend, that he seemed to bring home everyday, screaming and running through the house; and, he was just tired. No matter what, he was always so tired.

"Kyle."
His mom shouted from the bottom of the staircase in a demanding, threatening tone.

"I'm coming."
He groaned, though she probably didn't hear from how quiet his response was.

  He sits up and finally gets out of bed, stretching before sliding his slippers on and walking down the stairs, sitting at the only open seat left. Mac n cheese with some fries. Not out of the ordinary.

  He hates to eat but the food is too good and Kyle can't remember the last time he ate dinner, or a full meal. It's like luxury to him, though it's what he used to eat almost every night when he was a kid. He covers his mouth while he's chewing and is eating as fast a possible; giving him a bit of a stomach ache.

  After he's finished, he just sits there for a minute, trying to process what he did and still just half awake. When he decides it's time, his dad outside and his mom in the kitchen, he bolts to the bathroom. This was his least favorite part, and the reason why he barely ate. He shoved two fingers down his throat, gagging a few times before forcing his fingers out his mouth, feeling the good he just ate coming out; but it didn't come out. He also hated this part, trying to force himself to throw up but just getting nothing. It took him what seemed like a million tries just to get a bit out. And now, he had a more of a stomach ache and his head was pounding. But at least he got some of his food out his system. That made him feel somewhat better. He leaves the bathroom to go back to sleep, his mom stops him.

"Are you ok? Are you sick, Kyle?"
Shelia asked, obviously hearing the noises from the bathroom.

"Oh yeah, I'm not feeling the best."
He mumbled.

"Do you have the stomach bug I got a few days ago?" She wondered.

"I don't think so. This isn't my usual stomach bug. I just have a stomach ache."
Kyle explained.

"Alright well, we'll let you rest now."
The redheaded woman replies, giving her son a kiss on the forehead and letting him return to his room.

  The next morning, Kyle lied awake in his bed, music playing. He did in fact fall asleep after dinner, which was roughly around eight o'clock but, he ended up waking himself up around eleven when his 'going to sleep playlist' stopped. Since, he wasn't even able to go back to sleep, so he stared at the ceiling all night with another playlist playing.

  Nonetheless, he got out of bed at a decent time though, his limbs ached and still guilty for not puking up all the food from dinner last night. He brushed his teeth and went back into his bedroom and got dressed in black sweatpants and a green hoodie. Usually, he wore jeans that weren't too baggy but weren't skin tight, with a flannel or a regular tee shirt. But he just felt so disgusted at what he saw in the mirror, he wanted no chances of people seeing his figure.