It's Just High School South Park Next Gen Fic

Ike: Extravagance

"But Thanksgiving is in three days!" She rushed to keep up with the pacing party planner. Ike followed suit.

"Bube, I know but-"

"Bube? Are you kidding me??? You're pacing around planning MY bar mitzvah, and you refer to me as Bube? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?"
She took a deep breath and looked up from the clipboard. "Aye, sweetie. I'm sorry we can't celebrate Thanksgiving this year, but I'm very, very busy."

"Yeah, busy with an extravagant party. That I DON'T WANT!"

She gasped, and the party planner stopped in his tracks. She turned to him. "You don't want a bar mitzvah?"
Ike sighed, annoyed.

"Not like that, ma! I want a bar mitzvah, but I don't want all this fancy stuff!" He grabbed a table decoration. "Look at this!" The decoration was a stand with a giant picture of Ike as a 3 year old framed with sparkling lights forming his name, and it was way too big for just one table.

"Oh, Zaydeh. Those are just the temporary ones. Yours will be much more-"

"It's already too much! You even got an ice sculpture of a swan, I mean... Really?" She sighed again.

"Mom, I want to invite my friends to this. They'll make fun of me. I mean, it's just too much."

"Zaydeh, we have the money to spend, so why not?" He clenched his teeth.

"BECAUSE I RATHER NOT HAVE THE MONEY!" He ran up the stairs and slammed his door.

"Aye." She wanted to head up the stairs, but just then, the party planner tugged on her sleeve.

"So you did not enjoy my table decoratives?"

Kyle was seated on Ike's bed when he slammed the door. That just made him more upset. He flung the door open, ready to run when Kyle hugged him. Ike was surprised to find tears soaking his back. "I'm sorry, Ike. I'm so sorry." He wanted to struggle in his grip, but it was too much, the tears, the memories, the argument, even Firkle, he crumbled, and now he was crying.

"Why does she do it, Kyle? I don't want this big house. I don't want this big party. I don't want it... I don't want it, I just want.." Ike had no idea how to finish that sentence, but Kyle smiled and set a hand on his shoulder gently and finished his sentence.

"Dad." Ike broke into a hysterical sobs and buried his face in Kyle's shoulder.

"What if I'm sad forever? What if I can never be happy because he's gone. What if I always get so upset when people leave. I don't like being sad." Kyle hugged him tighter.

"You won't be sad forever. The people here are here because you still need them... Mom's just too caught up trying to give you whatever you can even think of wanting to really give you what you need. Since dad's insurance policy gave us so much, she's been trying her best to be the best mom she thinks she should be not the one we think she should be, the one we need. She's just as hurt about this as we are. You know? Chin up, kiddo. I mean, you have a lot of people who care about you. What happened with Firkle?" Ike wiped his eyes.

"We're friends..." Kyle smiled, and Ike sat on the bed awkwardly. He wanted to cry a river about the dumb deal he had with Firkle. Friends with benefits? What the hell was Ike thinking proposing that? Ike couldn't do that! What the hell was wrong with him! More importantly, what was wrong with Firkle that he actually agreed?

"You and Firkle, friends?" Kyle's tone was incredulous.

Ike laughed. "Okay, maybe a little more than friends."

"So you're back together?"

"No.."

"Then, like what?"

Ike looked away with a clear blush on his face. He lowered his turtleneck a little to show a fresh bruise on his neck with light teeth marks. Kyle facepalmed.

"Ike, please, you can't do this. It's just bad for you. You're going to end up hurt."

"But I love him, Kyle."

"Then date him!"

"It's too difficult. I do really love him, I do."
Kyle groaned. "Why? Why are you so-"

"God Kyle, Firkle's the only one who ever calls me on my B.S he's the only one who's ever had the nerve to leave me... And I love him for it, but it's just too much. I just don't want him to leave."

"Okay, but I warned you... Oh, and Ike." Ike covered his private.

Kyle laughed. "No, I'm not gonna kick the baby. I just think maybe you should talk to mom about this... I do think we need a Thanksgiving together."

*

He picked up the phone. It was something Michael made him do every day at about 3 pm. He dialed the number again, and instantly, she picked up. "Hi honey!" She squealed.

"Hi, mom." He didn't really like giving effort into talking to her, and he really wished their conversations would end after he said hi.

"Oh sweetie, you're not allergic to anything, right?"

Firkle shook his head but then remembered he was on the phone. "Uh, no."

"GREAT!" There was a beeping in the background like an alarm then what sounded like sprinklers. "Oh, pooh. Be right back honey, gotta make a quick call. Fon't hang up." Firkle hated how there was a small smile on his face at his dorky mother, who for the life of her couldn't cook, it was sweet in a way that she was trying so hard for him. She was cooking three days ahead so if she messed up she still had time, of course his mother didn't admit that's why she was cooking three days prior to Thanksgiving, she said that it was because she was doing a two day brime for the turkey. Minutes later, she was back on the phone with him.

"Turkey's okay, right?" She said, heavily breathing.

"Uh, yeah."

"Pumpkin pie?"

He nodded again but then remembered he was on the phone. "Yes. It's uh... It's my favorite." She squealed. No doubt because pumpkin pie could be storebought.

"GREAT! We can have A LOT of pumpkin pie!" There was a swooshing sound and another voice in the background,

"Hey lady, I'm not trying to tell you how to live your life or anything but this is the third time today are you sure you don't want to-" there was some rustling and hushed whispering. Firkle could clearly hear a fire extinguisher  diminshing flames in the background. Then she came back on the phone.

"Okay, honey. Can't wait to have you! MOMMY LOVES YOU!" She hung up the phone, and Firkle looked at Michael's cellphon. He wanted to text Ike. No, no, he couldn't do that they were just friends... He sighed. Just as he stared at his ceiling, his stomach grumbled. He really hoped his mom could figure out the whole cooking thing in three days.