The Four Seasons

Kenny Has An Existential Crisis - Chapter Seven

It was well into the night, after hours of studying, and the worst tension between (Y/n) and Cartman I had ever seen, that she had gotten worked up over something Cartman said and left his house soon after. It was all a little shocking to us, still sitting cross-legged on the blue bean bag chair, Cartman is the first of us to speak up. Of course, he is, I sigh to myself. 
"Geez, what is her problem?" 
"Well, apparently it's you," I don't think too much when I respond to him, and maybe I know what I'm doing when I say this, but I'm still too shocked from (Y/n)'s outburst.
"God, that's uncalled for Kenny," Kyle responds, "I am just as frustrated with him as you are, but you saw her, she's mad at all of us!" 
"Why thanks, Kyle," Cartman joins in again.
"Oh, you misheard me, I'm still mad at you, too." Kyle lets out a long exasperated sigh, pinching his nose, "You know what, I'm done with this, I'm going home, to figure this all out by myself." Then he, too, is gathering his things and rushing out of Cartman's house. 
Then we're all put in silence again. Stan begins to gather up his things, Cartman is ignoring the two of us, and I pick up the notes Kyle left, looking over them. I could understand about five of the problems on there, thanks to him I might not totally fail math this year. I was in a freshman math class with (Y/n), while Stan, and somehow Cartman, were placed in Sophomore math. Kyle, the smartest of the five of us, was one of the only Sophomores in the Junior Year Math class. I chuckle at the thought of any of us being in a higher grade like that, I'd probably lose my mind if I were.
Stan's gathered all his things now and begins to leave, but I stop him just before he takes his first step onto the stairs. "Can I come with you?" 
He nods, replying with a slightly timid, "Uh, sure." He waits for me to follow, and then slowly ascends up the stairs. 
"Wait, where are you guys going?" Cartman yells up at us, and somehow, in his little brain, he was able to pick that he'd like to talk to us now.
"No longer ignoring us, huh?" I reply snidely, and then we too, disappear upstairs. Stan and I stay relatively quiet between each other, from all the way through Cartman's living room, through the front door, and up till the fork in the road. 
San turns to me, "The long way?" I only nod in return. Then Stan asks the most surprising question. "Do you think (Y/n)'s gonna dump us?" 
"I don't even know what us is anymore, and, why would you even ask that?" 
"I don't know, I thought maybe, y'know, she might. She seemed pretty upset with us."
"Did you even hear a word she said, Stan? No, never mind. She cares so much about us," I trail off, still not been given enough time to fully process the situation. Stan seems to recognize this too and doesn't say anything for a while. 
We stop at a small coffee shop, that is still wondrously, somehow, open this late at night. Stan walks in first, and I slowly trail behind after. He orders a small cocoa and then looks back to me. 
"Want anything?" he asks.
"Dude, are you serious-"
"I'll pay for tonight, just remember to pay me back later." 
"Hmm, fine. I'll take a coffee, cocoas for the weak," I joke. Stan only somewhat smiles, but mostly grumbles in disapproval. He still orders it though.
The time ticks by and our drinks are finally ready, Stan sits at a table to the far right of the room, and I, to the left. Stan said he wanted time to think about what she said, before going to Stark's Pond. I knew I was still confused as to why she chose now to tell us, or to why she felt this way, or to this whole situation. I knew Stan must be in a pretty similar state. For one, I didn't even know why we were going to Stark's, he probably didn't either. It just felt familiar, and safe, I think.
I try to sip my coffee, but still hasn't cooled down, so it burns my tongue a little. It tastes good though, so I take another few sips. The pain almost distracting me from the task at hand. 
God, why did (Y/n) even do this? Her problem seems mostly to be with Cartman, and somewhat, Kyle. But what had (Italicize)I done wrong?
According to (Y/n) we treated her wrong, we always had to take 'turns' with her. Had I ever done that? I sure hope I haven't, I don't think I could forgive myself if I did that. 
Though she also seemed to have problems with what we were, or better, what we label ourselves as. Which was tricky to deal with, when none of us have ever seen anything like this. Except in porn, but we had never had sex with each other so it couldn't be that. 
We all kind of date each other, except not exactly, and it seemed so straight forward at the time but... I'm at a loss for words now. This whole relationship feels muddy in my head. I'll just come back to that later, I guess.
I sigh, taking another sip of my coffee, it feels much cooler by now. I wonder how long I had been sitting here. I look over to where Stan is, and he looks tired and puffy eyed, slouching, so his head rests on the table. He wasn't a real pretty sight to see, that's for sure. Staring back at my drink, I find myself lost in thought again. Though, I supposed, that's where I wanted to be. I needed to come to a conclusion on how I felt. Not sooner or later, but now.
God, though, (Y/n) always held the brightest, cheeriest smile for me, in class, when we went to the beach, even sometimes going to the store for snacks after getting high(after I got high, she prefers not to partake in such activities though). When did that change, when did she stop smiling as bright? Am I bad boyfriend for not knowing? Maybe that's why she's so upset, maybe, maybe, maybe. 
I think she wants to be dating all of us, but without all the silly seasons getting involved. Though I'm not sure on that, it was hard to keep track of what she was saying when she was just yelling. I should talk to her about it, yeah, she'd appreciate it. 
I twist in my chair to look back at Stan again, his eyes seem a little dryer. That's good, I suppose. Downing my drink, I toss it in the trash and head over to him. He looks up at me almost a little surprised, coddling his cocoa in his hands, weird.
"You ready to go?" Stan smiles in return, and for once, I think we might be making a genuine, good, decision.
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Hello, it's me again, Cloud! I know this might be a little surprising, "Like, woah, they're updating again? It's been like a week!" And to be honest, I'm a little surprised too, but I didn't want to wait to post this, since I know I will be fairly busy in the oncoming month, and I don't know if I will be able to get out another chapter then, though I still intend to do so, or at least try to do that. 
I hope everyone is enjoying the story so far, I would love to hear everyone's thoughts on it thus far, especially as the first story arc is coming to a close. Also, I know we haven't seen the reader since Chapter Five, but I promise, she'll be back very soon! And, if anyone has any questions about the story, please ask me, I would love to answer them!
P.S. - I meant for the chapter title to be kind of silly, or at least when I came up with it, I found it somewhat humorous. I hope the title had a similar affect on you guys as well.