Alright

-'-

True to the brunet's words, things were fine, and they weren't at the same time. The stain was still there –ever-growing, ever-shifting–, and he still ate too much, and he still felt like never waking up. But everything had subsided enough for him to forget about it for a while.

He followed his routine, joking, insulting, creating schemes to piss people off –Kyle if possible–. And when a lady looked at his mother with mean eyes, he told Liane a nice thing, only for her to know.

And everything was alright. And nothing was. Liane was there, so were Butters and Kenny, and sometimes Stan and Kyle, but he remained alone. But that was okay. The times he'd feel like shit won't last forever, even if that meant that happiness wasn't forever either.

It's a cycle. A wheel turning, from good to bad, and to good again, never staying still, always moving. But he could see the light at the end of the tunnel, and that was enough.

-'-

Caramel eyes look out into the night sky, a light breeze ruffling his chocolate locks highlighted in the moonlight while a few daring snowflakes fall to his eyelashes, making it a necessity to blink. There's a cigarette hanging between his fingers, he takes a slow drag –he likes the smoke on his lungs–. The stars are clear in the dark heavens and it looks like something out of a digital painting –there's surprisingly little contamination in their town–. In front of him there are drunken teenagers and a crackling bonfire burns idly in the center of them. They had decided to go to Stark Pond to have a small party, Team Stan, Team Craig, Wendy, Bebe and other known faces were having a nice time together drinking beer, some smoking, and others –him, more specifically– were plotting to cause some small riot –namely, to piss his favorite jew off–. And then, he lit up –as if a light bulb had suddenly sparked to life above his head– as he had come up with the perfect plan.

Sneakily he got up and stood behind the redheaded boy and cleared his throat, the most innocent of smiles in his lips.

"Kahl" he drawled the name, the way he knew would get him the attention he wanted, and as soon as this happened, he kept going. "Say, how about a little bet?"

"Fuck off Cartman"

"Aww. What's the matter? Afraid you'll lose?"

Ah. There it was, those emerald sheens burning with intensity, few things compared to his jew in a fit.

"Don't be stupid"

"Then why don't you prove me wrong? It's easy, I bet you can't tell the difference between pepsi and coke"

The redhead pondered, and he smiled even wider, he knew before Kyle accepted that he'd won. Tucker blindfolded them, and someone else put the opened cans of both pepsi and coke in their hands, neither could see which one was which. The hippie called the poor boy.

"I bet ten dollars on the fatass" announced Kenny.

And everyone placed bets, most on his behalf –which was nice, more fuel to the pire named Broflovski–. The hippie went to support Kyle, naturally, but almost everyone else's money was on Cartman, and he didn't disappoint with his victory. The redhead was tipsy already and he started bickering, something the brunet couldn't resist, and so a fight ensued.

There were shouts, blushed cheeks –on freckled skin– with drunken stupor, a smug grin on the brunet's face, taunting cheers for both Kyle and Cartman alike, Stan's futile attempt to calm them down, Kenny's saccharine laugh, and there was a bottle of half-drunk beer that was broken by the sheer force in which it was held, the brunet acted as quick as he could to get it from the redhead's hands. It was fast –unavoidable, even–, the bottle flew, getting incrustrated on the back of Kenny's head rather harshly.

"Oh my God! You killed Kenny!" exclaimed Kyle.

"You bastard!" muttered Stan.

The blond's body fell with a muted thud, and Eric stood there frozen, the nagging sensation of déjà vu on his veins.

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A/N: I finished this instead of doing homework, because this was way overdue. Again, not what I was going for, but I think it's okay. I'm already working on Kyle's version for this, but I doubt I'll finish it soon, my muse is elusive.