This one was a real roller coaster to write. Brace yourself for a whole lot of emotions!
“I dunno, Jew. They might’ve still heard. It’s super quiet out there…” Cartman says, still looking at the door with a frown.
“…I don’t want to go check,” I admit.
Cartman laughs softly. “They’re your parents. If I went out there they’d probably take it a lot worse.”
I purse my lips. “…Let’s just stay here a little longer and see what happens.”
Cartman looks at me and shrugs. “Sure, okay.” He starts to stand up, pausing for a moment and scoffing at his own mess in his lap. He takes his boxers and quickly wipes over it. “Better unlock the door.” He says quietly. “It’s gonna be suspicious if they come up now and it’s locked.”
Before I can respond he’s off the bed, heading towards the door. I stare at him, then sigh and mimic his gross method of ‘cleaning’. Well. Guess he’s not much of a cuddler when he’s awake.
He goes to unlock the door, and then we go back to arranging boxes like we did before. It’s hard to be too on edge in my haze. I really hope nobody heard us, though.
A sudden, insistent knock at the door does get me to be a lot more anxious.
My eyes dart to Cartman. He’s frozen in place like me.
Maybe it’s just my Dad checking up on our progress. We’re probably fine. We weren’t that loud, we just sounded loud in each other’s ears.
The knock comes again, a little louder this time.
Shit. Why would they knock twice instead of just coming in unless they thought we were doing something?
People are mad because Kahl didn’t suck the ween yet pfff
I’m mad at Kyle belitting Eric all the time for his weight and other things
I mean Kyle isn’t going to censor how he feels when it comes to his concerns for Eric. Plus, Eric said he didn’t care and is somewhat letting Kyle help him lose weight.
I highly doubt Scott would know that. And that wouldn’t be very good taunting fodder anyway. Scott would just tauntingly joke about how he’s gonna kill Kyle.
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