The healing process~Kyman-Currently being updated

Attempt #2

The next day, most were leaving the second they woke up. I'm not sure why they had to go so early, but it probably had something to do with catching a plane, or a long drive. My mom insisted we stay until at least 5:00 PM, because it's Yom Kippur, and we came all the way here. The day was pretty fun, with all the food and games. I wanted to talk to Asher today, but he left along with some of my other relatives. Maybe I can get his number from our grandparents or something. I'm really desperate to know what him and Cartman were talking about last night. I'm so curious, I can barely enjoy myself. I've been sitting at the kitchen counter thinking for an abnormally long time, and I think my family is too creeped out by my thinking face to come up to me.

Cartman caught me sitting alone and took the liberty of taking the open spot next to me. I suppose he's either gonna try and figure out what I'm thinking about or wants me to get up and have fun. It's not likely I'll be doing either. Without Asher here, there's not much to do. To my surprise, he didn't say anything. He just sat down and stared at me, head leaning on his hand. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it was weird behaviour for him. I don't think Cartman has ever sat for so long doing nothing. Before this point, I was convinced that the only way Cartman would ever sit still is if he was dead or zombified.

"The hell are you doing Cartman?"

He shrugged, "Trying to figure out what your thinking. Is it 'Cartman is the most handsome person at this party'?"

"Not even close." I smirked as he snapped his fingers and went 'Rats!' like some sort of cartoon character. He used to do that when were younger. Not the 'Rats!' thing, he'd say other things. Things like 'Screw you guys, I'm goin home' and 'Sweeet'. I don't know what he was thinking, but it must've been something egotistical.

"So, what are you thinking then Kahl?"

I internally debated on whether or not I should lie to him for a little over a second, then I answered, "It's nothing. Let's get back to the party." As I stood, Cartman put a hand on my shoulder, and firmly sat me back down. I could still feel his hand there even after he'd removed it.

"It's obviously not 'nothing' because you've been sitting here for an hour and a half thinking about it. What is it?"

He scooted closer to me in his seat, and glared at me in a way I haven't seen in a long time. I've forgotten how mad Cartman can look. Sometimes, his face will go red with anger. Not this time though, he just stared at me. I could feel the venom in his glare, and almost considered looking away, but that'd give him the upper hand, wouldn't it? I know he's trying to assert dominance over me. He's trying to squeeze it out of me like an apple during cider season. I'm not that easily broken though. I've dealt with this asshole and all his glares for years. Sure I'm a bit rusty, but I know my way around better than anyone. It's very easy to lie to him.

Except it isn't anymore.

Back then, I could lie to him like it was nothing. It didn't matter as much back then. We were kids, and he was a dick. It was easy to fib to him because he was an asshole that'd done worse things than lie.

But he's different now. It's not as easy to lie to his face anymore because he's a better person. He's more tolerable, less manipulative.

Is he?

What if he's manipulating me into thinking he's a better person. I mean, I went from hating his guts to desperately wanting to hear his voice in 24 hours. Is it possible he's playing with my head? He could be. No sane person could, somewhat, like Cartman. No matter his attitude. Did I make a mistake inviting him here? What if he bombs the house?

"You gonna answer me Jew?"

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