Just a Feeling

twenty six

KENNY'S POV

"Ha! You're not getting by that way, Kinny," fatass says as we play basketball late at night.

"Dude, this isn't fair. Your fatness is pushing me all the way back," I say crossing my arms.

"Nuh-uh, it's because I got these sweet new shoes," Cartman denies and I roll my eyes.

"Well, you're still fouling me! I could get hurt!" 

"Oh, boo hoo, Kinny. Why don't you go put on a sparkling dress with some ten inch heel shoes," Cartman smirks.

"You don't think you're fouling, fatass?!" I say.

"No! It's called being super skilled!"

"You know what. We need an expert. Let's go to Kyle and then he'll decide if it's a foul or not," I say and he just shakes his head.

We walk all the way from the park to the Broflovski residence and the entire way, Cartman was telling me how Jenny Simon asked for a pencil.

"...and when I gave her the pencil, our hands touched, dude."

"Oh, wow. That's so interesting! Please go on," I say sarcastically.

"Okay, Kinny. I don't need your smart ass mouth--"

I've had enough.

I slowly turn around so I can face his fat face.

"It's Kenny, not Kinny." 

"Kinny-"

"KENNY! JESUS CHRIST IT'S KENNY!"

"Kinny-"

"Fuck you, Cartman," I spat and he just laughs.

Once we reach the house I knock on the door and believe it or not, Ike answers the door.

Thank god.

"Oh hey, Ike! Listen, I know we aren't suppose to be here but--"

"He's upstairs in his room. Don't worry, I'll cover for you so you're parents won't have to know," He says.

"My man," Cartman smiles and I just thank him.

We hurry up the stairs.

"Oh, man I cannot wait to see the look on your face when I'm right," Cartman rubs his hands together.

"Shut the fuck up," I say and I was about to open the door when I hear Kyle saying something but I can't make it out.

"I'm gonna win, I'm gonna win--"

"Cartman, SH!"

I pull him towards the door and we put ours ears to it.

"I'm so serious Butters. If you tell anyone -- and I mean anyone-- I'll kick your ass," Kyle says.

"What did he say?" Cartman says and I sh him again.

There was a pause and he breathes out and says, "I'm in love with Stan..."

I literally fall back on my butt when he said that.

"What the actual fuck," I breathe.

"I've always known Kyle was a fag," Cartman whispers crossing his arms.

"As friends...HE MEANS AS FRIENDS, RIGHT?!" I whisper-scream.

Cartman puts his ears to the door again, "Nope because he just said, '"No, asshole! Imean, I love him...like...more than friends.'"

I stand up but my legs feel weak, "Is he like...talking to himself?"

"No, Kyle's not that crazy...probably on the phone with someone," Cartman whispers.

"But...who?" I say and he shrugs.

"Come on, we have to find out," I say and we walk downstairs.

"Wait...we didn't find out if I fouled our not," He says.

"That isn't important! One of our best friends could be gay for our other best friend!"

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

SORRY THIS CHAPTER IS REALLY SHITTY IT'S RUSHED.

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GUYS 49 TIL CHRISTMAS AND 20 DAYS UNTIL THANKSGIVING!!!

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- Brooke