15: Three Over Four (Part Two)

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9:28pm

"Kahl you should like, totally order us some pizza." Cartman suggests, shrugging innocently with his completely uninnocent smug grin.

"You're both chipping in, I'm gonna want ten bucks from both of you." I reply, putting down my PS4 controller and pausing the game.

"Get facked, I ain't paying shit!" Cartman exclaims.

"I guess Kenny and I'll have to eat alone" I tease, leaning back on my bean bag.

"Alright you fag, get an extra cheesey garlic bread and two bottles of coke." He replies, fumbling to find a couple notes from his back pocket.

"What kinda Pizza do you want, Kenny?" I ask the blond, who shrugs without taking his focus away from my TV screen.

"I dunno, a hawaiian I guess."

"I'll have a large beef'n'babarcue thanks Kahl." Cartman hands me a random business card. "It's for a two-for-one slushie place, keep the change." he adds.

Cheapskate.

Kenny digs through his pocket and throws in a whole bunch of notes, mainly ones and a five.

"C'mon, where's ur money" Cartman growls, eyes lingering on my lap full of bills, and singular buisness card I plan on throwing out within  the next thirty seconds

"Fuck off, I'll get my cut when I go down stairs to pay the driver."

"Hurry up and order the Pizza fuckin joofag" Cartman screeches before turning his attention back to the packet if crisps in front of him.

I grab my phone to call up the local pizza place, Kenny and Cartman watch eagerly as I repeat thier orders to the clerk.

"Cheesy garlic bread, CHEESEY GARLIC BREAD" Cartman whispers, shaking me violently.

"And uh- and a cheesy garlic bre-"

"Get two-! No three-!"

"tHrEe cheesy garlic breads please." I ask through gritted teeth, giving a death stare to the fatass.

He whispers something to Kenny, looking pretty smug about it too. Well, Cartman always looks smug, that's just his default emotion.

"Okay, thanks" I hang up, before attacking Cartman. "Fucking fatass, why do we need three garlic breads!"

"Cause I aint sharing jack shit with any of y'all!" He spits, "Kenny probably has an STD!"

"Fuck off, at least I'm getting some." Kenny spits back, extinguishing his cigarette on Cartman's Jacket.

"For fucks sake." I mumble. "Cartman." I pause, "You can't. Contact. An. STD. from. Sharing. Food."

"What about cifilis?"

"You're fucking retarded."

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Later

"Yo guys, Stan texted me." Kenny mumbles, hanging upside-down on the end of the bed. "It says, 'you guys having a sleepover without me? Lol.'"

"Give 'at phone here!" Cartman snatches the device from Kenny's grasp, before proceeding to quickly type a reply.

He hands it back to Kenny, who reads back over the already sent message.

"What the fuck?" he mutters, looking down at the screen.

"What did he say?" I groan, ring over to read the godforsaken message.

Kenny unlocks his phone again, and reads out the message. "Hoes over bros for you and until that change you are not invite."

We burst out laughing, Cartman's emotion a mix between laughter and fury.

"Whayllll, If Stan wants to 'ang around 'hat bitch 'an he can" The bigger boy shrugs, before attacking the juice box rested infront of him.

"Your grammar sucks ass, he's gonna know you're the one who sent this fatass" Kenny mutters, before we share a funny look as his phone vibrates once again, presumably a reply for the message Cartman sent.

"What's it say?" He coos from the opposing side of the room.

Kenny sighs, reading the following message our loud; "Lmao Cartman you can't talk.' and he's currently typing" He stares blankly at the phone, waiting for a response.

Cartman mumbles something under his breath, slightly too inaudible for me to hear... as if I care though.

"The next message reads; 'Even Kyle can get some, and he's gay'." Kenny finishes, and he looks up to see our responses.

I feel my stomach tighten, Kenny and Cartman are fully aware that my 'relationship' with Gregory is a facade but... Stan's still fully aware.

I don't know how much longer I can keep this up.

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