Do You Even Care? / STYLE SOUTHPARK

☆Chapter 08☆

...Kenny's POV...

Hand in hand, I walk down the empty hallway with Butters. We decided to take the "scenic route" to class coming from lunch. Moments like this alone with him are nice but something else is on my mind.

"You notice Stan and Kyle have been arguing?" I ask him.

"Yeah, they've really been butting heads recently," Butters replies, gently squeezing my hand.

I let out a light sigh. Their fighting is annoying as fuck. They seriously just need to kiss and make up. Butters seems to sense my mild annoyance as he squeezes my hand again, stepping in front of me to stop our walking. He gently kisses my cheek. "They'll figure it out soon," he takes a breath, "I mean jeez, they love eachother too much to stay angry too long, I'm sure."

I wonder how things will go at the game night tomorrow, but I guess that's for me to find out then.

...Kyle's POV...

...Tuesday...

I knock on the door and then hold my jacket close to me with my crossed arms. Cartman's mom opens the door, a kind smile plastered on her face. "Oh, hello Kyle! The boys are upstairs in Eric's room, just head on up," She tells me, opening the door then shutting it behind me.

"Thanks Mrs.Cartman!" I shout as I head for the stairs. I walk straight into Cartmans room and plop myself done on the floor between Kenny and Caryman. I note that Stan isn't here and I instantly wonder why. I can't deny that I was hoping I would see him here. I'd assumed he would be here but clearly he must be busy. But with what? It kills me to not know. Not that long ago I knew what he was doing every hour of every day.

"What should we play first?" Butters asks.

Cartman grabs a box off the floor. "Monopoly," he suggests with a sly grin.

"No! You always cheat! And you don't let me be banker even though I'm the best at math!" I protest.

"Not my fault you're a greedy jew," Cartman rolls his eyes.

"Shut the hell up," I tell him firmly.

"How about Uno?" Butters suggests with a smile. Nobody says anything for a second.

"Sure," Kenny finally breaks the silence.

As Butters gets out the Uno cards, tapping them on the box to get them all even, I still can't get Stan off my mind. His absence here is just so obvious to me. It's like we're missing a piece for one of those huge puzzles for little kids, the hole is obvious. What if they didn't invite him cause we're arguing? I hope not, they're just as much his friends as they are mine.

"I'm supprised you didn't invite Stan," I comment.

"Oh, we did. I dont know why he isn't here, he said he would be," Kenny shrugs. 

An Uno card lands in front of me. How could he just not show up? Does he even want to be friends with us anymore? I feel anger rising up in my chest.

"I can't believe him. He's being so selfieh, just ditching all the things he agrees to to go do whatever he feels like," I sigh, exasperation rising in my voice, "And he doesn't bother to even tell us that he isn't showing up."

"I'll go first," Kenny mumbles, flipping the top card then placing one of his own. I find a card in my hand and place it after him.

"He's probably just getting drunk alone in his house and I dont understand how he could be such a dick, and—"

"We get it, Kyle," Kenny interrupts me firmly.

I nod. "Yeah, yeah. Sorry," I mumble.

We continue our game of Uno, albeit some what tensly. I end up with a mound of cards thanks to Cartman harassing me after there was a reverse played. "You know, uhm... Tolkien is having a party this Friday, we should all go," Butters suggests in a attempt to break the tension. It works, a party sounds nice.

"We should," I nod in agreement. Cartman shrugs and Kenny's nods with me.

"Oh really? Neat!" Butters smiles. I give him a questioning look and he smiles shyly. "I thought you'd all say no."

We keep playing Uno and chatting mindlessly and it's then that I realize that last time Stan ditched us it was for one of their parties. It almost makes me change my mind but I don't. A party sounds nice. Better then sitting at home aimlessly. So I'm going, despite the twinge of nervousness in my stomach. I'm going. It's been a while send I have been to a party, I'm sure it'll be fun. Surely.