The Four Seasons

The Good Days - Chapter Three

You awoke the next morning, curled up like a cat. Your eyes were groggy, and your hair unkempt. Cartman was no longer beside you. A sense of panic surged through you, as your eyes shot open, and you shot up. Your eyes swarmed the room until they settled on Eric, who was next to his dresser, slipping a shirt on.
"Morning," you mumble, rubbing your eyes gently. Eric looks around startled, giving you a part annoyed, though most of an "I'm so fucking glad to see you" face.
"How long have you been up?" you ponder.
"Not much, an hour or so. Supposedly."
"Supposedly? What is this shit, supposedly?" you giggle uncontrollably, a laugh or two bursting through.
"You slept well?" you're about to respond as you remember the night before. Shaking your head away from your initial thoughts, you finally look back towards Eric.
"Yeah, yeah I did."
"Great."
"Wanna do somethin' special, Eric?" Cartman almost melts away at how you say his name. He smiles inwardly. Eventually, he finishes getting dressed and then heads to the bathroom.
"Talk when I get out, okay?" you smile, having a good feeling about this day.
Shortly, Cartman is done in the bathroom and joins you at the side of the bed. You snuggle up next to him, laying your head on his lap.
"So, what's this special thing you speak of?" He smiles down at you, wrapping strands of your hair around his finger.
"Well, I don't know, last day of winter. Maybe we can go out, have some fun in the snow," you giggle softly, looking up at Eric, who's cheeks were rosier than Rudolph's nose. Most people wouldn't take Cartman for the kind of guy to blush around a girl, but with you, he could be doing anything, and he'd feel great just hanging out with you. "So," he continues, "what do you say?"
For a brief moment you consider bringing up last night's idea, but as much as you craved for that to be a reality, you didn't want another repeat. You would just have to be content with what Eric had in store. "Dinner, too?"
He's smiling at you, leaning down to peck your forehead. In return you smile, Cartman loves your smile, he's happy just knowing you're there every time he sees it. "Yeah, dinner too. But first," he begins, and you give a small, perplexed face, wondering what he's going to say next. "You need to get up." 
Then he's out of bed and fixing up breakfast for the two of you. You chuckle to yourself, and for once, you find yourself appreciating every second of his antics. Today would be a good day. 
Swinging your legs over the mattress, you steady yourself on the ground, and then get yourself dressed and ready for the day as well. About a quarter of an hour later, your downstairs, and sitting with Cartman at the table. The two of you spend a good while chatting and eating breakfast, before finally slipping shoes on, and heading out for the day. 
The first stop was Stark's pond, which you spent a few hours ice skating at. Also slipping, and goofing off with each other. Luckily for you two, there appeared to be none of your fellow classmates, so you were able to be free to act more as a couple. 
Even though you had been dating the four boys for about a year an a half(as of this upcoming summer it would be two years), and everyone in the relationship felt reasonably stable, none of you felt ready to come out as a...relationship. So, you often were very secretive about it, and did nothing more than hold hands or hug in public.
The next part of the day was spent drinking cocoa and throwing snowballs at each other, and lastly, after going back to get changed again, Cartman took you out for dinner. It wasn't too expensive, as both of you are in high school, but you knew he was trying to show you that he could treat you like a lady. Or, you know, something along those lines. The day ended with you kissing Cartman goodbye at his house, then walking back to your own(even after Cartman pleaded for you to let him drive you home).
Sunday evening, the day after your events with Eric, you joined Kyle in a celebratory pizza dinner in honor of almost two years together. You were hauled up in his room so his folks wouldn't see the two of you doing anything normal friends wouldn't. Kyle's sitting on the bed where his back is up against the pillows lining the wall, and his legs are long across the length of the bed. You're sat in between his legs, laying your head against his chest as you entangle your legs with his. Both of you are munching on pizza and telling each other how they've been the past week. 
"And how are the boys doing?" You question since you knew Kyle had been visiting the boys at the hospital longer than you were able to.
"They're fine. Kenny, as he puts it, is hooked on pain medicine, so he's happy," Kyle begins, both of you chuckling at the Ken bit. "And, Stan's doing fine. I think they both miss you though." He sighs, kissing the top of your head and holding you loosely in his arms.
"Yeah, you think so?" you mumble, feeling almost a little embarrassed, for nearly no reason at all. You were a complex character, sometimes you portrayed your love as fierce and confident, and other times you were quiet and far more bashful. You often found yourself noticing the little details about yourself and your partners, like how when talking to Cartman you'll use his real name and be more intimate, and gentle, but you also used several more cuss words around Eric than you did anyone else, except for possibly Kenny.
"Yeah, I do think so. Even I missed you." Your love with Kyle was a little different, you never cussed, and sometimes a simple 'I love you' would be hidden with stutters and soft mumbling. While you were intimate with Eric as well with Kyle(and the other boys), you found this aspect with Kyle at least a little different. "Do you know why I missed you?" he nudges your head with yours, and you look up gently, your eyes bright and curious.
"'Cause I love you," he whispers, placing a small kiss to your lips.
Your face flushes a bright fiery red, nearly matching Kyle's hair. Shyly, you bring your head up to match your lips with his again, and it feels perfect, your lips melting into each other. The pleasant moment is quickly ruined though, as a slight knock makes you jump and fall off the bed. Neither of you can respond, before Ike, Kyle's younger brother, opens the door. This seemed to happen every time you were over, and as Ike was probably around the age of a 7th or 8th grader, over time, he appeared to be closer to catching on what was going on with you two.
Kyle stays quiet, trying to regain his composure from the kiss. While you sat on the floor looking like nothing had ever happened. 
"Did you need somethin', Ike?" you ask for Kyle, knowing he was undoubtedly still embarrassed. 
"Uh, yeah," Ike gives a weird look towards his brother but then returns his attention back to you. "Mom wanted to invite you to dinner with us."
"Tonight?" you question and Ike gives you a look of absolute disbelief back.
"Yes," he responds, almost mocking you with an 'of course' sort of tone.
"And that was it?" Kyle finally speaks up, undoubtedly wanting to go back to his previous activities. Ike replies with another 'yeah,' and rolls his eyes at him. 
"Bye, (Y/n)," Ike mumbles, closing the door and walking away, presumably downstairs or to his room. You turn over to look at Kyle, propping your arm up on the frame of the bed. 
"So," you begin to trail off, almost losing confidence halfway through, before trying again. "Dinner, huh?" you ask.
"You don't have to, you know," Kyle says in return.
"But what if-"
"What if my mom finds out about us?" his voice comes out hushed and somewhat shrill. Part of you wants to say maybe you're ready to be found out, but you've had enough of getting your ideas shot down for a while. 
"'We'll just act as friends, how we used to before all this. We can do that, right?" 
"That feels like forever ago."
"C'mon, it'll be easy, we can do it." you try to reassure him on this plan, but in all honesty, you weren't quite sure if you yourself could do it. Kyle only gives you silence in return, and the blatant doubt radiating off of him, causes you to doubt yourself as well. "Yeah, maybe we can get a raincheck on it, do it some other time."
Kyle replies with "sure," and then you climb back up the bed and into Kyle's lap. He feels so soft and warm, you could almost fall asleep in his arms. And you do, for a while. Then he wakes you, nudging you gently. You kiss him goodbye, walking downstairs, and apologizing to Sheila, telling her you'd have to have dinner some other time. Then your gone, and the warmth from Kyle's skin is still lingering, and you smile, feeling so fucking happy. 
But next thing you know, you're back to your own house, and even thoughts of Kyle can't shake this sad feeling you have. You're alone, even with all these people around you.
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A/n - Hello, It's me, Cloud! I'm excited to finally be sharing this with everyone. I was feeling very frustrated with writing this chapter, so I took a month off of writing, to help clear my head a bit. It certainly helped, too, since I was able to do this in a little over one week's time. I keep changing the direction these chapters were originally meant to go in, but I'm very thankful for that. Everyone that's reading and commenting on this story(both on here and AO3), have pushed me to be a better writer. Not only with my grammar and spelling mistakes, but also with story content. Everyone's support has been able to push me to write something that not only you guys will enjoy, but myself as well. My thanks goes out to everyone reading this!
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