Blades Sink Deeper - Kyman Fanfic

10

We walked through the door, taking in the music which vibrated our hearts. Everyone was playing Mario Kart, so we sat back and watched. It was only the main 5 of us, which was a nice change. Stan even looked fairly relaxed.

I took one of the 3 red wine bottles for myself, drinking fairly slowly. Stan had whiskey, Kenny had rum, and Butters had a light fruity drink. He didn't drink much, but I couldn't wait to see him drunk. Stan was already tipsy, dropping his controller every few minutes.

I gazed over to Kyle, he looked as happy as ever. He loved it when we all got together, he missed doing this every day. It was obvious. He looked at me, smiling widely. "Thanks for convincing me to come, I guess. It's nice." He spoke in the most angelic and soft voice in the world. "I never realised how much I needed you guys nowadays, it gets lonely always being separated."

"You shouldn't thank me, thank Butters parents. Isn't that right shortie?" I looked down at him, he was visibly not listening and a bit drunk. "Talking about short," I checked Kyle up and down. "Wassup Shortcake?" In an obvious reference to his ass, he laughed it off.

"That's the drink talking, isn't it?" He spoke, oblivious that I was yet to even get tipsy. He took a sip of his own drink then looked at me to continue.

"Maybe it is. Maybe it isn't." I looked him in the eye when I said that, shaking slightly. I could see he was confused, but ended up looking at the tv screen instead. I joined in too, enjoying Stan's drunken slurs as he forgot how to play. Eventually, Kyle and I got a chance to play, finally, and he played as Yoshi while I chose Waluigi.

I beat him most of the time, but on occasions he got a lucky head start. "How are you so good?" He asked, red from concentrating so hard.

"Family gatherings." I replied, winning again. "It pays off to have a big family sometimes. But that reminds me, I'm going next week, my mom will be home possibly tomorrow."

"Well...there's a basketball game Friday, you free then?" I shot a look at him. He's really bored, isn't he?

"Aren't you bringing Heidi?" I said coldly and a bit harshly.

"She's already busy."

"So I'm a last resort now?"

"E- Cartman no! You've always been my friend! It's just that I want to be nice to you and-"

"I need some food." I ended his sentence, knowing deep down that I was just the second choice. It made me feel so unwanted. It didn't matter, I had a sausage roll; cold, but a sausage roll. I looked out the back window, gazing at the stars and the full moon. It must be so nice in space, no worries because you'll be dead soon enough.

No. I don't want to die I'm just feeling down. I walked outside, sitting on the chipped bench. I pulled out some tobacco from my pocket, lighting a cigarette. I breathed in deeply, letting the smoke hit my throat before I coughed up. I took another lug, then a swig of my alcohol, then another lug, until I felt numb and empty.

"You shouldn't smoke." I looked to my left. Kyle. He sat next to me, taking in the extraordinary sky. "You okay? You look sad. You're crying." I was? I wiped my eyes, sniffing.

"Yeah I guess I've just got a lot on my mind right now."

"Like what?"

"My mom coming home, acting as if I've not been alone for a month."

"You've had me and the guys, right?"

"That's a different story I don't want to talk about." I took another breath of my cigarette.

"Cartman, I care about you! We all do, you're just really hard to read sometimes."

"Ain't we all."

"Cartman!"

"What? Am I not allowed to be honest anymore? Geez!" I put out my cigarette, walking back inside. The ginger followed me, spinning me around forcefully.

"Did I do something?"

"Not just you."

"Who then? I'll talk to them, try and make things right."

"You can't because he's dead." I felt the room grow cold, our bodies not moving. He just stared at the ground, pondering. I looked towards the stairs, walking towards them. I couldn't be asked to express exactly how I felt about David's death, I would lash out at him accidentally.

I brushed my teeth with the spare toothbrush, washed my face, then went into the guest room to think. I probably ruined the whole night, I made everything awkward. It was bad enough that I seemed like I cared about him before, and now I'm expressing that I'm mad at a dead teenager. I want to be sad like he is, but I just can't seem to do it.

Then he came in, a worried expression on his face. He was quiet, his ginger curls bouncing as he came to sit next to me. I watched him gaze at me, reading my expression. "I uh..." He started, trailing off. "Did he do something then? I thought you and him were getting along fine." I shook my head, sitting up. I stared through the window, trying to find something to focus on. "Did he say something?"

"It's nothing he did that made me hate him." I spat out, clenching my fists. I wanted to tell him that I wanted him to myself, I always have, but he took him away from me. "I just...never liked him."

"Is it because he cheated?"

"Kinda, he always had a bad vibe about him. But of well," I stood up, checking my phone. "It's late, I might as well go home."

"N-no Wait!" Kyle grabbed onto my shirt, his body propped up like a dog on the bed. He grew red, looking into my eyes. "I um..don't want to be the only one awake. Could you stay, for me?" I smiled, turning around.

"Say, have you heard of 'friends with benefits'?"