Plastic Flowers

The Accident

Eric Cartman and Kyle Broflovski didn't have the best relationship, but as they entered Highschool the two became closer. Cartman begin developing feelings for the redhead, real genuine feelings. The brunette found it extremely hard to deal with, after all, he was around Kyle on a daily basis. At school, at the bus stop, they'd hang out, and constantly run into each other when they weren't hanging out. Every day when Eric came home, he sat on his bed, sighing heavily and holding a picture of him and Kyle. "Tomorrow. I'll tell him tomorrow." He would say, every night. Every damn night before he went to bed. But when that tomorrow came, he never said a word, just covered up his feelings with playful and joking insults and always saying he had to go somewhere when the feelings got really hard to ignore. Eric had been repeating this for a while now, almost a year, and they were in their Junior year now. Though, the chubby teenager was actually really good at hiding it. Kyle hadn't been suspicious at all.

Soon Eric talked to Kenny about it, he didn't say who he had a crush on, because Eric knew Kenny would probably blab. He just stated that he liked someone he was friends with, and didn't know how to confess his feelings. The blonde couldn't give the best advice, but he told the brunette to just be forward. So, that's what Eric was going to do. He stood in front of his bathroom mirror every night for a week, before bed, and practiced his confession. 

He woke up on a Saturday, determined to finally tell him. it was so nice out. He heard birds chirping outside his window, which he opened and smiled when he felt a tiny breeze roll into his room. It wasn't too cold, the sky was clear from clouds and the sun was out. It was such a perfect day, the perfect day to tell Kyle. He had a plan, ride his bike to the redhead's house, have him go for a bike ride with him to Stark's Pond, and he would tell him there. It was a good plan. The chubby teenager got a shower, blow-dried his hair, and styled it all nice. He wore a red flannel button up shirt, over a white tank top, along with faded blue jeans. He slipped on his jacket but only zipped it up half way, and shoved his gloves and hat into the knapsack he had. He took that knapsack everywhere with him. He decided to wear his red converse, and took a deep breath as he opened his front door, stepping outside with the knapsack slung over his shoulder. He was pretty confident about how today was going to go, though he didn't know how Kyle would feel about the chubby teen's confession. Either way, these feelings were eating at Eric by now. He had to say something.

As the tires from Eric's bike skidded to a stop in front of Kyle's house, the brunette felt his chest tighten. He couldn't help but admit he was having second thoughts about telling the redhead how he felt, after all, what if it ruined their friendship? Eric shook his head, trying not to think of things going wrong, or Kyle not returning his feelings. He leaned his bike up against the front of the redhead's house, walking over to stand below his bedroom window. This was a surprise, and it was early, so he didn't want to knock on the front door. Mostly because Kyle's mother would give Eric shit, she never liked him very much. He glanced up at Kyle's window, that was closed, the curtains not pulled all the way shut. He picked up some of the tiny rocks scattered around Kyle's yard, and started throwing them at the window, careful not to throw too hard, or break it. After a few minutes the curtains finally drew back, and the window opened, accompanied by a hiss from Kyle as the sun hit his face. "Shit."

The redhead glanced down at his chubby friend, rubbing his eyes. "Cartman? Dude, what the hell? Its 10am." He stretched and yawned, running a hand through his messy red locks. Kyle's hair always looked the absolute cutest in the morning, Eric never told him this though. Kyle always thought Cartman hated his hair, but that wasn't the case. Eric loved Kyle's hair, it was so fiery, and soft, and fluffy like sheep wool. Cartman always made fun of it though, a lot of his cruel jokes were made out of jealousy. Kyle was just, so much better than him. "Yeah, Jew. I know. Get dressed, we're going for a bike ride." Eric responded with a straight face, he always acted cool, easily hiding his feelings.

Kyle rolled his eyes, never really liking Eric's bossy tone, but he had been dealing with it nearly all his life. At this point he didn't even bother bickering about the little stuff like that. "Alright, fatass, give me a few minutes." He closed the window, and pulled the curtains over it. Eric shrugged and glanced around, waiting for Kyle to come out. The redhead finally left the house, grabbing his bike from the garage and walking over till Eric was in his line of sight. "Kay, where we going?" He asked. Eric turned around, seeming a bit startled. The brunette cleared his throat and smirked, he walked his bike to the sidewalk beside Kyle. "You'll see, I'll go slow so you can keep up, cuz yknow, Jews are slow." He stuck his tongue out at Kyle, and swung his leg over his bike, settling on the seat. Kyle scoffed, eyebrows knitting together. "Jews aren't slow, and I'm not slow. You better not be taking me somewhere where you're gonna... I dunno... do something shitty to me." 

"I'm nooot, Kahl, I swear!" Eric protested as the other mounted his bike. "Trust me, okay?" He added, started pedaling off slowly, like he said. Kyle didn't seem to believe him, but followed after on his bike. "I cant trust you." The redhead mumbled, as he rode his bike beside Cartman. "Really, where are we going?" He asked again, seeming impatient. Eric ignored him, he couldn't just tell him, could he? Why would Eric ever want to take Kyle to Stark's Pond for any reason? Kyle was quiet for a few moments, he started slowing down. "Fine, Cartman. I'm going home."

"No-" Eric started, looking over at the redhead, seeming panicked, his bike tires shook and he swerved a little. The front tire barely hit the front tire of Kyle's bike, forcing it over a little. It would of been fine, if Kyle's bike tire didn't go into a deep, almost pothole looking crack in the ground, making him lose control of the entire bike. Before Eric could do anything, Kyle's bike swerved uncontrollably into the street. "Shit!" Kyle grunted, and tried to gain control, but before he could, a speeding car slammed right into his bike. 

Eric could of sworn his heart stopped, suddenly he couldn't breath. It seemed to happen so fast but so slow at the same time. That car hitting Kyle's bike, the cracking sound that Eric hoped to God didn't come from Kyle's body as it slammed into the windshield of that car and rolled up over the top before landing on the hard concrete road. "Kahl!" Eric's voice cracked, as he almost fell off his bike getting off to go see if Kyle was alright. Of course he wasn't alright, he just got hit by a car! There was so much blood, oh so much blood. Who knew a human could contain that much blood? "Shit! Shit- F-Fuck, Kahl! Oh my God!" Eric dropped to his knees, he panicked, his mind was racing as he looked at his friend. Kyle wasn't conscious, no, he was out like a light. Was he dead? There was so much blood. His arm was broken and the bone was clearly visible. Eric felt sick to his stomach, like he was going to puke, as he searched for his phone and dialed 911. He was crying and sobbing hysterically as he told them what happened and begged them to hurry as fast as they could.

When the ambulance arrived, they had to rip Eric away from his position next to Kyle. He sobbed and cried and protested. "No! I don't wanna- I don't wanna l-leave him!" Eric screamed, as he was pulled away and they worked to keep Kyle alive as he was loaded into the ambulance. They told Eric he couldn't ride in the ambulance and he collapsed on the ground, a sobbing mess. The sickness from earlier finally made the contents of Eric's stomach come up, and he puked on the sidewalk several times. The sickness wouldn't go away, the image of Kyle getting hit by that car replayed in his mind. This was his fault. This was all his fault..