fourteen (south park fanfiction)

Mall Trip

Kyle had went back to his house later that morning, luckily, his mother suspect anything of him drinking while with Stan, let alone the party.

"Kyle, did you have a great time?" Sheila asks, as Kyle walked into the house, heading to the kitchen table.

"Yeah, we watched movies and had a movie night." Kyle lied, as Sheila smiles. "That sounds fun, Bubby. I'm so glad you still act your age."

Sheila smiled, placing a cream cheese bagel onto Kyle's plate with a glass of orange juice and a side of fruit. "Make sure you eat, Kyle." She says, as she hands him his medication and vitamins.

Kyle took a bite into his bagel, chewing, and asked, "Hey Ma, can Stan spend the night here tonight? We'll be quiet."

Sheila nodded. "Of course, Kyle. Just make sure your room is cleaned up." Kyle smiled as he pulled out his phone from his pocket to text Stan.

...

Liane put up the dishes from breakfast in the sink, as she looked at the table, frowning.

"Everything okay, Liane?" Roger asked her, concerned as she shook her head.

"Well, Eric has been in his room or blocking himself out the past week or two...he barely eats and he only comes out to leave the house. I guess I'm just a little concerned." Liane says. "When it was just me and him, he did throw his little fits all the time, but he also would love talking to me about things."

"Well, he is getting older." Roger says. "How about this, I'll have Clyde talk to him. It'll be good to have somebody Eric's age talk to him." Roger peaks into the living room. "Clyde, go talk to Eric."

Clyde sighed, rolling his eyes. He has only went because he felt bad for Liane. He walks upstairs and opened Cartman's door.

"What the fuck do you want? Don't you knock at all, Jesus Christ!" Cartman covers his eyes from the light entering his room.

"Your mom is worried about you, dude." Clyde says, looking around Cartman's room. "Dude, your room is a mess."

Cartman rolls his eyes. "It's my room for a reason, and I want it this way." He says, yawning, as Clyde looks around the room.

"Dude, you can't just leave this shit laid out here, alright?" Clyde says, picking up a bag of weed from Cartman's night stand. "Look, this is a better spot." Clyde put the bag inside a shoe box as Cartman nodded. "Hmm. That was a good one."

"Is this coke?" Clyde asked, holding a white baggie with powder in it, as Cartman shook his head. "Uh, no that's heroin."

"I thought you like, inject heroin?" Clyde asks, as Cartman shook his head. "You can, but I'm too lazy for that."

"Eric, you didn't eat breakfast?" Butters says, walking into Eric's room.

"Jeez, guess everybody decided to disrupt my peace for the day." Cartman says, annoyed, finally getting out of bed. "Be glad I at least showered. Oh, I saw Stan and Kyle kissing last night, they're totally gay for each other." Cartman mentions, as he fixes his bed.

"What? Are you lying?" Clyde raises his brows as Cartman shook his head. "Nope, Butters and I were gonna go see if Tolkien had the good toilet paper so we could steal a roll because the school toilet paper is ass, and they were kissing, they're so gay."

Butters frowned. "Eric, will you at least get up today? Don't you have one of your therapy sessions or something?"

Cartman rolls his eyes. "Yeah, I have to go. Stupid lady doesn't help me with shit."

"Wait, one of them? He has more?" Clyde asks as Cartman scoffed. "It's none of your business, Clyde. One of them is for mental health and the other is for something else. The mental health lady treats me like some toddler. The only thing I like about that hag is she writesnme excuses to not do my school work."