A Series Of Left Turns :: Chapter 13

I had so many emotions writing this. I hope you enjoy it~ but the next chapter is probably going to be my absolute favorite!

“WAAAAKE UUUP CARTMAN!”

Cartman squints painfully and I hear him whine in response. He turns onto his back and his hands finally release me so they can rub his eyes. “God, Kahl, what the hell…”

I sit up and scoot to the side of the bed. “Get over it. I literally can’t get up when you’re holding me down like that.”

Cartman looks over at me groggily. “I don’t hold you down.”

“You do.” I say, “You have heavy fucking arms and you hold me against you like I’m one of your stuffed animals or some shit.”

“..Oh.” Cartman says, “That’s not down. That’s sideways.”

“What-? Shut up Cartman. And stop spooning me in your sleep.” I quickly look for something to change the subject about. I look at the clock again. “Get out of bed. We have to get ready for school.”

“You’re going today?” Cartman asks, stretching.

“I feel fine.” I say. “Just a little sore. I probably only need another day to recover fully.”

Cartman sits up. “So what you’re saying is we can fight tomorrow.”

Ugh. This again?

“Dude, I almost got stabbed. How are you still on the fight club shit?” I ask.

“Dude. It’s really fuckin fun.”

I roll my eyes and rip the blankets off of him.

“Hey!”

I fold the blanket up and put it on the mattress. “Get up and either get breakfast or shower.”

Cartman stares at me, then looks away and laughs. “I think you forgot your trumpet, sergeant Kahl.”

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