Falling

5

Ow, my head really hurts. It's not the worst it's been, though. I don't know if that's technically something to be proud of. Actually, my whole body aches. I don't know where I am, probably on a floor due to the pain in the left side of my body resting on the surface. I should really open my eyes... but do I have to? Because if I do that, it means I've come to terms with being awake, and that means I'm ready to start my day, so do I really have to?

Just when I was about to relax or try to, into the hard surface, I heard a loud crash that, without even thinking, caused me to sit up. Then, as my eyes started to focus on the environment around me, I realized I was in Cartman's bedroom; yeah, okay, that makes sense. After nights like— okay, I don't really know what happened last night, but I always wake up in Cartman's house after a party night.

When I'm entirely focused on my surroundings, I see Kyle standing up from the floor, looking at me. I wonder if I made a noise when I sat up. And no, not that kind of noise, geez. We just looked at each other for a moment, him looking guilty and me looking, I can only assume, like a mess. "Hey," I say, in a gruff, tired— what am I saying? Gross, a gross voice.

"Hey," the redhead says, now fully standing. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

Kyle rubbed the back of his neck, clearly in some sort of discomfort. "Nah, I was awake, just lying down thinking about opening my eyes," a soft chuckle sounded from the boy; I couldn't help but blush slightly. "I just sat up cause I heard a loud noise."

"Oh."

"Speaking of which, are you okay?"

"Huh, oh, yeah, I'm fine, just fell."

I laugh a little before adding to the redhead's statement, "Well, I saw you. But I was hoping for a better explanation on how the event occurred."

"How did the event occur?" Kyle laughed as I narrowed my eyes. "Just a little funny hearing that formality come out of you."

I deepen my furrowed brows, standing up myself, "Uh, what do you mean me?"

The short boy now bites his lip to make the soft laughs not get released. Not very successfully, I might add. "It doesn't mean anything, just you know."

"Um, of course, I don't know, or else I wouldn't have asked, dumbass," I say fully standing. "Now, who's the dumb one."

"Cartman, but if you mean between the two of us, I'd still have to go with you," I can't even get mad due to the tug at the fat ass, who made a little comment himself—

"Ay," Kyle and I turn to face the bed. "I'm not dumb Jew; who was the one that got all of us back here despite being drunk?"

Cartman looked quite smug, but that only lasted a second, "Me! I brought you all back here. You didn't do shit other than act like an idiot, which only proves my previous point."

Cartman's smile drops as his eyes widen. The boy tilts his head down, slightly lifting his finger to his chin, "Oh, it must have been a dream." Kyle was about to respond but was beaten by the other boy's words, "That would explain the talking farm animals."

Kyle and I looked at each other quite confused, and while we had a question, we didn't want to get in— "There were fucking talking animals in your dream, and you didn't know that's what it was?"

I palm my face due to Kyle having to carry this out, but he always does. That's not one of my favorite things about him like just let it go. But this minor flaw actually leads to one of my favorite things about him. His passion for things that are important to him; it's just unfortunate those two things go hand in hand.