It's Just High School South Park Next Gen Fic

Ike: Fake

Sheila put her hand against his forehead. Ike was breathing hard. His face was red. She frowned. "Oh, Zaydeh. You're burning up." Kyle peeked his head into the room.

"Bubbe we're going to need to cancel going to Casa Bonita." Ike nodded a little too hastily. Kyle shook his head scowling towards Ike from behind his mother so she couldn't see. "Kyle, bring my poor baby a water will you?"

"Of course, mom. I wouldn't want the BABY to hurt himself." Ike gave a smirk as Kyle headed downstairs. Sheila fluffed his pillow once more tucked in his blanket tightly and once Kyle came back, left the two alone.

Kyle smiled until she was gone. "Okay smart ass, what the hell are you up to?"

"Ooh, dignifying yourself to cursing. Very sophisticated." Ike smiled, after spitting out the thermometer. Kyle's eye twitched.

"Come on Ike, you've been cooped up in your room since the minute I got here. What's the real problem? Huh?" Ike threw his head up and began coughing like crazy.

"Ugh, Kyle I'm really sick. I'm dying please.... It hurts. Feel my forehead." He did as he was told and shook his head.

"There wasn't enough hot water in the pot for my coffee." He stated plainly. Ike's smirk was gone.

"So, mom forgot to put enough water for you, she usually neglects her children." He said it placidly but even with a calm voice and lack of seriousness, Ike knew it was a little too harsh. The comment was a playful one but that didn't stop Kyle from smacking him in the head.

"Hey!" 

"Don't talk about your mother like that! Okay. NEVER talk about your mother like that. Got it?"

"Whatever." He dismissed the idea completely and Kyle restrained himself from hitting his little brother again.

"Look, you used the hot water in the pot to make your face and the thermometer hot. You're not sick so why are you going so far to fake it?" Ike looked down not wanting to answer.

"Do you hate me? Do you hate mom and me? Is that it?"Kyle almost hissed.

Tears were streaming down Ike's face now and Kyle swore to himself for pushing him so hard. It must've been hard enough on the little guy.

"I'm sorry... Ike, I didn't... I'm sorry a big brother should never hit-"

"It's not that." He sniffled. "besides I get hit around a lot in football." He managed a small smile but a look of concern was on Kyle's face.

"You're playing football? Does mom know? Are you even allowed to play with your uh... Problem?"

He wiped his eyes."It's not a problem... I don't want to talk about that."

"Then what do you want to talk about? Do you want to talk about anything at all. Ike please I love you, the way you've been acting really concerns me."

He was crying again. Thinking of the past days upset him all the more. He really wished he could talk to his friends about this instead of Kyle. Not his straight A+ dream student brother.  

"Firkle broke up with me."

Kyle looked at him with disbelief. "Seriously? THAT'S IT?"

"You see... This is why I didn't want to tell you. You're so inconsiderate. You can't just disregard my feelings like that! I'm not some animal! I HAVE FEELINGS!"

"Ike, are you talking to me... Or maybe are you saying something you wish you would've said before."

"I made a huge mistake Kyle... I've been making a lot of them since I entered high school. And it's equitable that Firkle would tell me to basically disappear from his life... But, I mean is it okay to still love him? I don't want to leave him. This is just so vulgar!" Tears again.

"Ike. What did you do that made Firkle so mad? I mean you two looked fine when I last saw you two together."

Ike buried his face in his pillow. "I did some stuff with Flora."

Kyle let out a short laugh and got the meanest look Ike could muster. "What kind of stuff? Come on Ike, you're not in kindergarten anymore." He laughed.

"Yeah, well I was three when I started kindergarten so I hope I'm not in kindergarten" 

"Are you gonna tell me what you did or are we gonna go down memory lane and start talking about Cartman and his dumb trapper keeper?"

He gripped the bed sheets and took a deep breath. "Don't tell mom... Okay, promise."

"Why? What did you-"

"PROMISE, KYLE!"

"I can only promise if it's not harmful to you. I'm still your brother, now tell me."

"It was at a party, at our house... The first drink I took because Fillmore put it in my hand. We all took it at the same time as a team. It was our first time drinking. Then Fillmore kept giving me drinks, and Flora was giving me a lot of drinks and then I just started drinking voluntarily... Somewhere after that, I blacked out and my body and drunk mind did what it wanted. Firkle caught me kissing Flora, and I swear I thought that was the only thing we did.... I swear, Kyle! I would never lie about that, I hate Flora. But a video surfaced on Hastigram and I was really groping Flora. I looked like I really liked it... And she was definitely liking it... But, I'm not... Well, I don't think I'm... Am I? KYLE!" He threw himself into his brother's arms crying.

"Please help me, I feel so sick. I feel like I'm dying. If he's not with me I'm gonna die. I feel like puking even thinking about what I did. I didn't want to hurt him, I was just impulsive, idiotic. I was too high in my own glory to think of the consequences."

He patted his back reassuringly. "Ike, I think you should really consider yourself. Your self-identity, before you can have any stable relationship. And this isn't a stable relationship you're stuck in a really destructive pattern. I see it a lot in alcoholics and drug users. You get help then relapse then get help and start all over, but what's the point if you just do the same thing over and over again? It's more harmful to your psyche than it is helpful. If  you continue on this destructive path then surely you'll suffer some major emotional trauma."

"Woah. You are a doctor."

"No, practicing EMT. But yeah, a lot of health and psychology. I'm taking about three psychology classes since the job is so heavy on workload and stress-inducing."

"So you're saying I should just leave it alone... Just take being apart. Because the relationship is bad for me?" He said the words with a smile and Kyle thought it was a good sign until Ike laughed. "That's absurd!" 

"I mean... No offense but you don't get it at all! I mean for one you're totally straight, and two you're mom's favorite son, and three you're not adopted. And we have the whole aspect of you having no clue how good Firkle makes me feel. Your analysis is flawed in several aspects."

"A lot of cocaine addicts neglect the advice they're given. I don't take this any more personal than the doctors who get their advice ignored." He smiled cheekily.

"Thanks, Kyle. You've really reminded me of something very important."

"You're welcome. But remember, don't lie to your mother. And if you're not going to take my advice, just be careful. Okay?" He nodded.

It wasn't until he was downstairs that Kyle let himself laugh. Gay? Who said he wasn't gay? And mom's favorite? She definitely didn't have one of those. Well not anymore. He took a seat on the couch and looked towards the stairs. He really should've helped Ike more but the kid was spiteful and annoyed. Anything that came out of his mouth would've been rejected anyway. When he was in a better mood he would have a proper conversation with him. Psychology, he was really getting to be a pro at it, maybe it could be his second major.