A Troubled Raccoon [Kyman]

Little Firefly 1/2

This chapter is a bit long, so get a drink and keep your phone at a reasonable distance from your eyes! ❤️💚❤️💚

[Day of the Presentation Party]
Cartman fell asleep after he finished the KFC bucket, I guess I knocked the energy out of him. I confiscated his stupid metal claws so he wouldn't poke himself in his sleep and took them home with me. Damn, what is it with these things?

I leaned back on my soft pillows, resting my back on my firm bed. I don't feel that guilty anymore, Moses knows we've bickered and fought a billion times over, but I can't help but feel this situation was more different than usual.
Not only that, but I went headfirst and asked my rival to scent me! I quickly bury my head in my arms and knees at the thought. I have my reasons though, Stan would probably want to give his scent-virginity to Wendy, I'd feel guilty if I went to Kenny. He'd be down for anything and I wasn't up to taking advantage of that prospect.  The only option left was either David or Cartman, me and David got along when we first arrived but he drifted to another clique. It'd be awkward to waltz up to him now.

My only reasonable option was Cartman, right?

My alarm blares at me, I groan and quickly turn it off. Grabbing my phone and heading off to brush my teeth, I put on "Baby" by Madison Beer. The song always manages to wake me up, and make me focus on the positive attributes of myself. I gave my teeth a short, firm scrubbing in time for the song to start swelling. I instinctively sway my hips at the beat, I stare in the mirror and look into my lust tinted eyes. I brush my hands over my hips and raise my arms together to show off the flexibility of my waist. I had my mother's mascara in store for when my self-confidence skyrocketed, giving my eyelashes a few colorful strokes. I look at my darkened lashes, fluttering them and appreciating how they complimented my light skin.

Unfortunately, a loud knock banged on my window just outside of my bathroom, pausing my music as I looked over to my window. Cartman had his face smushed against the window and persisted his banging despite capturing my attention already. I almost smile at his presence but I quickly furrowed my eyebrows, how much did Cartman witness?

"Cartman!" I growl. Cartman flinches, a wry smirk appears.
"Let.. meh IN, Khal!" He bangs against my window again, I pinch my nose and reluctantly open the window. He immediately crawls in like a fat roach. Cartman's wry smile vanished, soon replaced with a sly smirk. Oh, boy.
"Nice hips, jewboy." I scoff in embarrassment, feeling my blood rush to my face.

I give a firm bunt to the back of his fat head, earning a yelp."Fuck! Fuck you jew!" Cartman stumbles forwards, "Don't stalk people next time." Cartman rubs the back of his head, a scowl on his face. "I wasn't stalking you, loser. You weren't at the bus stop so I came to make sure you didn't die."
I freeze my movement, Cartman worrying about my livelihood? "Well, what a treat. But no thank you, it's 6:00 AM and I'm still getting ready."

Cartman laughs loudly, capturing my attention as I picked up a brush to sort out my thick curls. "It's 7:00, the bus arrives in thirty. I know you despise being late so you better thank me."

My face warped into a cringe, shit. "...Dude?"
I gently facepalm, preparing to receive Cartman's banter. Instead his face is surprisingly calm. "It's alright, today's Friday so the bus arrives a little late. I'll go downstairs and cook us some nice kosher fried chicken." Cartman dashes out of my room with a snicker before I could object.
I start panicking, with no time to dwell on 'kosher fried chicken'. I roughed up my hair with my brush and slipped into an appropriate outfit for school. I Finished it off with my typical hat and adored jacket, with a quick rush downstairs, the smell of fried chicken hits my nose.