fourteen (south park fanfiction)

Up to No Good

KYLE'S POV

I stared at the white pill Stan had placed in my hand. 

"Wanna get high with me?"

I didn't know how to respond. I mean, I already had no idea what the fuck was going on with my minds after those two edibles. But then again, I'm already high, so I might as well, right?

"Will it kill me?" I ask, worried.

Stan shook his head. "Dude, I told you. Craig's sold a shit ton of these. They're fine."

"Alright.." I said, feeling regret in my voice.

...

Stan had left the next morning before my parents woke up, since he knew I can't have guests over without asking. 

I woke up, feeling super groggy. My eyes were tired and covered with eye boogers as my face was sore, and my head pounded with a migraine. "Shit." I muttered, as I held down on my head. I looked around and let out a sigh of relief that Stan left. Thank God that he knew my mom only let friends over if I asked first.

I checked the time on his phone and gasped. "2:50 pm?" Damn, I slept late. What a waste of Saturday. I got up from my bed and got dressed, then brushed my teeth and washed my face before going downstairs.

"Kyle? My goodness, why were you sleeping in for so long?" My mom asked in shock. I guess she was used to me waking up early; I usually wake up at 7:00 am every morning, including on weekends.

"Sorry, Mom. I was up late last night." I say as my mom gasped. "Up late? What in the world were you doing that made you wake up at 2:00pm?"

"I was on my phone." I lied. My mom gave me a glare. Something tells me she didn't buy it, but she responded, "You can't be sleeping that late, Kyle. You're a growing boy and your grades are important. I'm gonna have to take that cellphone if you're up on it late again."

I groaned, rolling my eyes. "Fine. Whatever." I say, as I head out the house, as my mom gasped at me.

...

Sheila was shocked by Kyle's behavior. She huffed as she went to the backyard, where Gerald was watering Sheila's plants.

"Gerald, Kyle's gotten out of control!"

Gerald's eyes widened. "What? What happened?" He asked, expecting the worse.

"He woke up at 2:00 pm today, almost 3:00 pm! He usually is up at 7:00 am or before! Then when I asked him, he said he was up on his phone, but I don't believe him. Then he rolled him eyes and left the house without asking!"

Gerald laughed. "Sheila, don't overreact. He's a teenage boy."

"He can be a teenager boy without being disrespectful." Sheila says, frowning.

Gerald sighs. "Sheila, sweetie. He's fine. He's an all A+ student, he's in student council and in school clubs, and in basketball. He's perfectly fine. "

"Kyle, you don't get it. Any kid can go from that to nothing. I don't want him to turn into a rebel or something worse. Especially since he's around Stan who just got out of that rehab...I don't want Kyle to influence poor Stan badly."

"Last I heard from Randy, he said Stan seems fine." Gerald responds, as he gets up off the grass and stands up. "He's fine, Sheila. He's only fifteen."

"I don't know." She says, sighing. "I just know something is off, it's a mother's intuition."

...

Cartman was inside his room, groaning as he stepped on his scale.

"Fucking gained 3 pounds. That's nice." He says, sarcastically. Butters peeked inside. "Hey, Eric." He says, smiling. Whatcha up to?"

"Butters, can you leave me alone?" Cartman says, upset. "I'm fucking busy."

Butters frowned. "Sorry, I just wanted to check on you."

"I don't need checking on."

Silence followed, as Butters randomly asked a quetsion.

"Eric? What are we?"

Cartman raised a brow. "Humans?"

No, like what are you and I? Because last time I checked, weren't we supposed to be a thing together?"

Cartman groaned. "Butters, I'm not talking about this now."

"Okay, well I am." Butters says, upset. "I mean, what? You and I are supposed to be dating or not?"

"Your choice."

Butters sighs, clearly upset. "Why put yourself in a relationship if you don't even know how to have one?"

Cartman grumbled as he sat on his bed. "Okay...I DO know how to be in one. I just didn't think ours was supposed to be that serious, we were just messing around, plus, nobody else would like me anyways ever since that shit Kyle leaked and the fact that I'm fat, so you're my only option that's left."

Butters eyes widened, as he raised his brows, hurt. "Fine. So we're nothing then, at least not anymore." Butters says, pissed off, as he heads out of Cartman's room. Before he does, he stops for a minute. 

"And by the way, I know you meant what you said at Kenny's party to me. So you can go and try to deny it all you want, but I know I obviously meant something to you, and that's all that matters. I win."

He closed Cartman's door as he walked out, and Cartman rolled his eyes, groaning into his pillow. "God, nobody ever feels bad for me or thinks I have other issues to deal with, huh?" He says to himself, as he picks up his cat and holds him.

"Mr. Kitty, at least you actually listen to me." Cartman says, as he lays down with his cat on the bed, putting the blanket over the cat.

A knock was heard at the door as Cartman yowled. "Clyde, answer that fucking door!" He shouts, loudly.

Clyde rolled his eyes, and got up to answer the door. "Kyle, what are you doing here?" Clyde asks, as Kyle frowns.

"Hey...You've smoked weed before right?" 

Clyde nods. "Yeah...why, do you need some, because I know Craig-"

"No, I had an edible and something else yesterday and I need to figure out how you past the drug tests, it needs to be out of my system quick. My game is tomorrow and i know we're gonna get tested."

Clyde nods, as he closes the door. "Okay, follow me." He says, as they head to his room."