Dirty Little Boys

Chapter 7

I hope you guys don't hate me too much for this chapter. I wanted to get another one up before I left. It's very short and ends in a cliffhanger. And there won't be any answers in the next chapter either. Next chapter will take place at Casa Bonita and the couplings are going to happen. They will, they will! At least somewhat haha.

"Kiiiinny, what's that?" Cartman changed his tune suddenly. He pointed to the duct tape contraption around Kenny's chest.

"It's a baby carrier, fat ass." Kenny pulled away from Butters so he could face all of the monstrosity of Eric Cartman.

"Hmm. I see. I want in."

"I don't think you'll fit, fat tits."

"No, poor kid! I want in on the production. You and me making InabDUCTable Baby Carriers. I'll split the profit with you, 70/30." Cartman rubbed his hands together. A glint gleamed in his eyes.

"And why do I need your help, fat ass?"

"Because, who would want to buy anything from an noneloquent poor kid? I know how to sell people things they don't need. I've had years of experience. You need me, Kenny. Let's do this."

"Fifty-fifty or no deal."

"You're breaking my balls, Kenny." Kenny continued to stare at Cartman. He didn't say anything more. Kenny straightened his back. Posture was important when defying someone like Cartman. "Fiiiiiine, Kenny. We'll go fifty-fifty."

"Do ya really think they'll sell, Eric?" Butters stepped forward. He had been momentarily forgotten by the other two.

"Do boogers leave stains, Butters? Do boogers leave stains?" Cartman left the three blondes to stand in the lunch line.

Three blondes? Uh, oh yeah! Tweek! Butters sat next to Tweek at the table. He patted his shoulder. "H-hey, buddy. Do ya wanna talk about it?" Tweek had called him at six in the morning begging Butters to be partners with him. Butters didn't know how he could face Kenny after what had happened the day before. He hadn't sorted through his emotions yet. He still hadn't. Besides, one of his friends needed him! He couldn't let Tweek suffer by being with Craig. But, Craig and Tweek had always been kinda... inseparable.

"No-ah!, man. Craig hates me. He's going to run off and impregnate lots of women so I'll have to see him with lots of different people and his babies. It's- it's so much pressure!" Tweek lay his head back on the table. His body shook with silent sobs. Butters patted his shoulder a few more times. He looked at Kenny. He eyes pleaded for the other boy to help. Kenny shrugged.

"Dude, Craig's a dick. Don't worry. You can still play with the doll. Did Kyle ask you guys about Casa Bonita? Fat ass wants to go after school."

Tweek nodded his head in response. He muffled out an assurance that he would be going. At least Kenny that's what Kenny thought he was saying. He could understand his own muffled words, but deciphering someone else's was too hard! Butters grinned from ear to ear.

"He sure did! Aw geez. I have to c-call my mom to ask her. She's still a l-little sore about yesterday." Butters' grin was replaced by a deep blush.

"I wish I had made you a little sore yesterday." Kenny pecked Butters on the cheek before standing in line behind Eric. Kenny said something to Eric. Eric turned around and punched him. Kenny flipped him off in return.

Butters raised his hand to his cheek. He could still feel Kenny's lips burning against his skin. He put his head on the table and mimicked Tweek, twitching included.

"Dude, something really fishy is going on." Kyle had watched Butters, Kenny, Tweek, and Cartman since Butters left him and Clyde. Kenny was never one for public displays of affection. He liked to talk big, but he never kissed his day's ass in public. Kyle couldn't tell if Kenny was playing with Butters or actually serious for once.

"It is Fishstick Friday, dude." Stan replied. Clyde had gone off to find Token and their doll after Butters split. Stan had come up behind Kyle as Clyde was leaving.

"No, you ass. I mean with everyone. Everyone is acting weird. Even you." Especially you, Kyle thought.

"C'mon, dude. Everyone's sleep deprived from these stupid dolls." Stan knelt down to the baby carriage to check on Winston. He poked the doll's silicone cheek.

"That only works for half of us." Kyle huffed.

"Oh, I was sleep deprived too. I was thinking of another kind of baby though." Stan's eyes locked onto Kyle's as he stood slowly.

"Stan... I don't even know what that's supposed to mean." Kyle let out an exasperated sigh and turned his back toward Stan. His face turned as red as his hair. Stan shrugged.

"Hey, dudes. Token said we can take his car to Casa Bonita later!" Clyde cut in front of other kids to talk to Kyle.

"We are not all going to fit in Token's Porsche." Kyle took a deep breath and hoped his face was somewhat normal.

"Not you guys. Me and Token! I just wanted to rub it into your faces. Ha! Ha!" Kyle face-palmed.

"You are such an ass."

"Hey, maybe we could all take Tweek's pedo-van! We would all fit in there." Stan stepped between Clyde and Kyle before the redhead became too hot-headed.

"Do you really trust Tweek to drive us to Casa Bonita? I think that would be too much pressure on him." Kyle's breathing exercises were starting to work. He was light-headed, but his face didn't feel red and he wasn't seeing red.

"I'll ask if I can drive it. I think Tweek will be cool with that. Maybe." Stan glanced at Tweek. His and Butters' faces were still making grooves into the table.

"You guys have fun with that. I'm riding in a Porsche." Clyde stepped in front of Kyle and took a tray of food before hurrying back to where Token was already eating.

"Dick." Kyle and Stan each grabbed an extra tray of food for Tweek and Butters.

"Hey, uh, Tweek. We were wondering if we could take one of your father's vans to Casa Bonita tonight." Stan slid one of the trays he was holding to Tweek. "I'll drive it, so you don't have to stress."

Tweek lifted his head. He looked between the tray of food and Stan before lifting a thermos full of coffee from his back pack. "I-I'll ask. Gah! My dad should be cool with it. He- ah!- likes you guys." Tweek gulped down half of his coffee before digging into the food.

"Awesome!"

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"They're on to us. They know!" Bebe said in a hushed, trembling voice.

"They can't know unless you said something to them. Calm down, Bebe."

"I told them what I was supposed to. They cornered me after class. If Jimmy hadn't come... I want out."

"It'll be over with soon. Let's wait it out and see what happens. It'll be interesting, right? This is your chance to show them what it feels like."

"I know... It's easy for you to say. No one suspects you."

"And it's going to stay that way until the very end, right?"
"Right..."