I know - Kyman Fanfic

Chapter Two

As the match ended, Stan's side winning by 5 seconds, we all headed back to his. Cartman sloppily sunk into the passengers seat, sipping on a beer can. I looked at him slightly in disgust. Hearing what Butters has said about him spilling drinks put me off wanting him in my car with alcohol. If my mother would smell it, she would think I was drinking and driving.

I hadn't noticed I was spacing out until I saw fingers click in front of me. "Earth to Kyle. Everyone's gone already." I looked at him longingly as it took me a while to realise what I was doing. "Hey, you okay man? You're really spacey. Should I take the wheel?" I rolled my eyes at that ridiculous question.

"Dude, you've been drinking." I said quite matter of factly and sharp. He shrugs then stuffed the can in the side of the door. I rolled my eyes then reversed out of my spot.

Stan's house was about half an hour away from here, so I dreaded for Cartman to speak. He was silent for the first ten minutes so I nudged him with my elbow. He looked at me with a questionable look. "What?" He asked.

What was a good question. I didn't even know why I wanted him to open up his racist mouth. I guess I just longed for attention sometimes. That was something about me, I sometimes craved attention and said things to make people look, stare and comment.

"I uh..so how was the football match. I guess? I found it boring honestly, I don't know why people are so excited about people kicking a ball into a net." He seemed interested in my words, cool, good. At least he seemed calm for once.

"I understand where you're coming from. But is there any difference in hitting a ball with you're palm? Just like basketball?" Ouch. I guess he didn't completely want to talk about how much we hate football. That reminds me, Stan, Butters and Kenny all enjoy it so they'll be watching it later.

I fell silent, growing a bit pink. He smirked at my action and decided to rummage through the glove compartment. He seemed interested in a notebook and started flipping through it.

"What the hell..?" His voice trailed off as he looked weirdly at it.

"What even is that?" He showed me a stuck in picture of a naked woman. I rolled my eyes and shoved it away. "Ugh. One of Kenny's stupid things. He probably did it when I picked him up a few weeks ago while I went out to get food. I hate him sometimes. Even though my mum knows I'm gay, she'd still flip out."

"I'll just return this to him then. Stick it to his back or something. Or..put it in Butters phone case.."

"No!" I scolded harshly, hitting him lightly. "You are not doing that to Butters! He's done nothing wrong to anyone, you need to stop picking on him, poor boy! He's a nice person if you sit down and have a good conversation with him."

"Has he sucked you're dick or something? He can be very annoying." I hit him again, but harder. "Oh my god! He has! I've got to tell Stan!" He teasingly jumped to his phone and I squealed a bit.

"No! No! He didn't suck my dick, nor is he annoying! Just..leave me alone tonight if you're going to act like this." I kept a straight face, fatass probably thought i was pouting.

"Awh, did I upset the little jewrat? Sorry, life ain't as easy as one two three." I know it isn't, I always find out the hard way. I didn't reply, just turned the radio on. He seemed to notice my absence in the conversation and pouted himself, looking out of the window.

He was a nightmare when in cars. He would flip off random people, moan if they were on the phone, he was insane! He even tried to climb from Stan's window to someone else's car. All we could do was watch in horror. At least he got arrested for a couple weeks until he called up Token.