The Four Seasons

Paradise - Chapter Two

It had been a wild ride from awkward summer hangouts, to shy kisses on the lips and strange walks on far-off beaches. You'd been dating your best friends for almost two years. It was still a little hard to believe that, well, this was a thing! This was real! Your parents and other kids at school didn't know yet, you've been keeping it fairly secret, but everyone does seem to know that you guys- you guys are off limits. Kenny's always bragging about this 'mystery girl' he met during vacation, telling others about your dates and silly stories, and the only ones who knew Kenny's secret were you and him, and the other three boys. 
You sorta loved this little secret you had with them, but it also kind of hurt that you couldn't tell others about it, because of a fear of judgment. There was bound to be misunderstandings, too, and you still weren't sure quite exactly what this was. How would you explain it to others?
"Hey, you feelin' alright?" Cartman looks up from the video game the two of you have been playing, his eyebrows all scrunched up in worry. 
"Sorry, babe. Did I get distracted again?" you look over to him, setting your controller down. 
"Yeah, you did." He grumbles, probably a little upset that your mind had been wandering off in the time together with him.
"Anyway I can make it up to you?" you smile towards him, shortly after following up with, " Maybe we can do something special for our last day, tomorrow."
He ponders this idea, then replies, "Sure. But we have to finish this fucking game first." 
"Will do, I'm gonna beat your ass, dude!" Your smile grows as you press play on the game.
"Not unless I beat yours first!" Cartman yells back, getting into the game again. You notice he's a few laps ahead of you in Mario Kart, your never gonna beat him...unless.
"Dude." You smirk, keeping your eyes on the game, you acquire a blue shell.
"What?" he doesn't look away from the game.
"I love you!" You exclaim, throwing the blue shell, and speeding past him. He looks away from the game, embarrassed and flustered. When he finally looks up again, your on the same lap as him, just a little behind.
"Fucking bitch!" you giggle, passing him. Soon though, he's hot on your tail and looks like he's gonna throw something your way. You almost reach the finish line, but then Cartman throws a banana, slightly surprising you as you spin out of control. He finishes the game a little before you do.
"I won, I fucking won!"
"You say that like your surprised."
"What? No, of course, I won." He flusters again, it was so easy to do that, you loved teasing him. You're about to say something else when you hear your phone ringing. The name reads "Kyle B.", you'd think that the 'B' would mean Broflovski, but it Cartman's book, it meant bitch. You let out a small laugh, taking the phone call.
"(Y/n), another round?" Cartman asks as you send a small frown in his direction. You loved him, but he could be very rude sometimes.
"Just a moment, Eric, I'm on the phone." you turn your attention back to your phone. "As you were saying, Kyle?"
"Stan and Kenny are in the hospital right now. They-"
"Oh my god, are they okay?" you practically yell into the phone, Kyle winces on the receiving end. 
"Yes, sort of. They-"
"Why are they in the hospital, what happened?"Cartman's ears seem to perk up at hospital, he looks at you in a bit of worry(as how clearly panicked and stressed you were looking).
"They both broke an arm, doing some dumb thing. It was Kenny's idea I think, and he somehow got Stan roped into it, too."
"Oh god, I'm going over there." You end the call, staring at Cartman now.
"Stan and Kenny are in the hospital, they broke their arms." You reply to Cartman, clearing up any and all questions he had on the matter.
"God, what fucking idiots!"Cartman exclaims. You smile at Cartman, unable to keep a straight face. 
"I know, right? I wonder what they did to get into this trouble." You giggle, grabbing your stuff and Eric's keys. You'd have to wait for another day for that rematch with Cartman. 
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"What dumb shit did you guys do this sometime?" You ask the boys, sitting on a chair next to the bed Kenny was laying in. Stan was in the bed next to Kenny's, good thing they were in the same room. You didn't want to have to visit these dumb-asses twice. You kid on that though, you loved them, you'd tolerate finding the two separate rooms to see if they were alright. They both had a cast on, and they were covered in small bruises, scratches, and band-aids
"Haha, funny story, actually-"Kenny begins, and you, rather rudely, but definitely wanted(since some people do love hearing you talk), interrupt. 
"It's not funny if you get hurt. Though I do find this hilarious."You look at him, gesturing for him to carry on.
"Anyways, we wanted to go sledding, but we didn't want to go all the way back to Stan's house, so we borrowed-"
"More like stole," Kyle grumbled.
"So, we borrowed," Kenny puts air quotations- to the best of his ability- when he says borrowed again. He hadn't even finished his story, and you were already worried they had stolen a sled from a stranger. "A trash can! And then sled with that."
"We crashed, though," Stan adds.
You run a hand down Kenny's face, placing a kiss on his cheek. 
"You feelin' alright, baby?" 
"Yeah, hooked up on pain medicine." 
"Okay, glad your alright."
"Do I get a real kiss? It'd make me feel better."
"Kenny, it's Eric's day. I'm not kissing you yet, maybe when you're out of here." You get up from your seat and walk over to Stan's bed. 
"Love, you alright?" Stan nods, you kiss his nose. He face reddens, and he mumbles a small, "not around them". 
"Alright, alright. If you say so. Anyways, you two, don't do anything stupid while I'm gone." You look over to Kyle, "Are you staying?"
"For a bit." He responds. 
"Alright, you got that? Don't cause trouble for Kyle while I'm gone, I'll see you two in a few days at school. Me and Eric we'll be leaving soon, we've got some unfinished business to get to." Kenny smirks at you, raising his eyebrows a little.
"I know exactly what you mean." you had no idea what he meant at first, and then the sudden realization hits. 
"Oh. Ohh, oh no. Not that, not that, Kenny. I meant I gotta beat him in a round of Mario Kart, not, for the love of god, not that, Kenny." You rush out your words, feeling very flustered. You were in your sophomore year of high school, and you had never had sex with anyone. You were a little ashamed to admit it. The closest thing to sex you had ever gotten, was once with Kenny, you were making out, and he touched your boob(though you were wearing a bra). You felt ashamed and far too nervous to have it though.
"Anyways, were gone now, bye!" You yell, dragging Cartman along with you. Why do you have to feel so scared by the idea of sex?
By the time you had gotten back to Cartman's house, you had already formulated a plan for tomorrow. Cartman flopped on his bed, while you lay beside him, absent minded-ly twirling his hair in your fingers. You just wanted to curl up by his side and fall asleep, but you had to check in with him about the idea first, but then- back to bed for the both of you!
"So, "You trail off, Cartman's attention leans towards you- instead of the sleep he desperately yearned for. "Eric, I was thinking, for tomorrow, we'd spend all day together..." you look in his eyes, searching for a look of approval, which he then gives you. "And then maybe head around to the hospital, pick up the dorks, and maybe go out for dinner, or, I don't know, something special."
You wait a few minutes, tapping your fingers softly against Cartman's chest. You can feel his breathing, hard and heavy, and a little bit angry. Quickly, you sit up on your elbow.
"What's up, Eric?" you question shyly. Awaiting his response, you feel your heart beat quicken.
Normally, Cartman loved when you said Eric. But now- right now- it only made him angry. Why did he have to create such a stupid plan when he was younger? Now, don't get him wrong, he loved the outcome of the plan, a lot. He loved you and being with you, but he wasn't crazy about having to share you with everyone else. He tolerated the separate seasons, and almost sort of enjoyed the time apart from you. Since he didn't have to be in relationship mode all the time- he could just be the stupid asshole he is. But when it was someone's season, did they really need to all hang out together- as a couple? 
"Do we have to?" he grumbles, his eyebrows furrowed, and his face all scrunched up. 
"Well, we don't have to, it was just-" 
"Okay, then that's great. We should go out, for dinner." He closes his eyes, smiling as he imagines the date.
"Alright, that's fine." you mumble, feeling a little shot down. Your mouth a frown and your brows furrowed, you liked him, of course, but sometimes he made you sad.
"Yeah, that's great, babe," he mumbles, dozing off now. 
"Love you," you whisper, laying your head on his chest once more. You didn't feel alright, you felt like crying. Everything was not 'all good'.
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Word Count: 1785
A/n - I just wanted to say how excited I am to be sharing this story with you guys! I took this chapter in a much different direction than I originally planned, but I think I enjoy the outcome of this chapter than the other chapter idea I had. I suppose not all is well in paradise, at the moment. We can already see how this relationship is effecting everyone, and other problems that might arise later. This story may have some fairly upbeat points, but it also may get a little dark. I'll be sure to put warnings on the chapters that do have darker material, but for now, everything will be 'okay' for our dear reader and her boyfriends.