A Troubled Raccoon [Kyman]

Little Firefly 2/2

Cartman's eyes expanded, like he had witnessed the birth of Jesus happen. "Are- Are you seriously right now?" He looks at me as if I'm insane, I almost blank on a response but my wit saves my ass.

I have my reasons, always have.
"I'm seriously. One, I don't have a dancing partner. Two, we're close friends. Three, it's really convenient for the both of us."

I stated, hoping the ebbing feeling in my chest would subside in the face of logic and common sense. It didn't, especially when Cartman gave me a genuine smile, the one he wears when he gets brought KFC or gets praised or walks with me and a myriad of moments between us I can't seem to brush off. I like this smile.

Cartman sheds his wonderful smile. "Thanks." A sigh emits from him. Oh.

I realize that he was scared of being the loner, especially in a party with as much importance at this. I've gotten ahead of myself like an absolute retard. Resisting the urge to slam my head against my locker, Cartman gives me an unreadable look and shuffles away.

I wonder if he's going to skip advisory today, I watch him sprint-walk down the hallway. Right before he turns he suddenly grips his head with both of his hands on either side, was he that embarrassed of having to go with me?

I feel guilt chain my heart up. I couldn't run after him, ask him what's wrong and console him. He's my friend, I should be there for him, but not while I'm thinking of him like that. We've been teetering on the edge between 'friends' and 'enemies', the last thing I want to do is to scare him away after all the progress we've made. I smack my chest again, a silent promise to my twisted heart to keep things platonic.

The boldness from Cartman yesterday was just him messing around with me. I clutch my cheek with my hand, this is what happens when I don't listen to logic and common sense.

I look forward to the party, it'll follow principles. There'll be rules, and structure. Statistics make everything predictable, but when it comes to Cartman everything gets thrown out the damn window.

I  try to plan the scenario out in my head, but I'm once again ripped out of my thoughts by the bell.
The few classes we had today zipped by, students weren't able to stay still, lunch was near explosive and when we were let out it was essentially a stampede.

I scan the anxiety-ridden crowd for Cartman, but he was nowhere to be found. I located Kenny instead, he was waiting for the crowd to dissipate before leaving school.

"Hey dude." I look at Kenny, who ripped himself from his phone, he loves that thing ever since he mysteriously got one.

"Oh, hey man!" He lightly knocks his knuckles against mine, I smile in appreciation of the gesture. "Have you seen Cartman?" Kenny gives a hearty laugh, "Have I seen him? Dude, I hear him." I quirk an eyebrow, "What?" Kenny rolls his eyes.

"Are you forgetting we're a bit, I dunno, telepathic?"

I shrug, "Still? I thought he would've pissed out your ashes by now."

Kenny shakes his head, "I can't go into too much detail about it, but I occasionally receive his thoughts if he has his mind 'opened' to me. Right now, it's closed. I can open it, but he'll get super pissed."

I bite my lip, damn. Sounds invasive, but it'd be really funny. "Do it." I snicker, Kenny thins his eyes mischievously. "Man, I haven't done it in a while. Give me a moment." I step back, Kenny closes his eyes and pops in his headphone, leaning on the wall. I scan Kennys face, and a deep blush covers it instantly. My face contorts in confusion.

[Mind POV]
"Hey fatass, what's got you panting like a bitch in heat?" (K)

"Him. D-Dude! What the fuck!" (E)