Darling, I Want to Destroy You

By: StalkerDex

There he was, chubby, red, tear stained cheeks trembling as he clenched his fists tight. The Broflovski boy had been pushing him harder and harder, the tension between the two reaching epic proportions throughout the last few months of their young lives together. They were fifteen years old at the time of the legendary, end-all fight between he and his young Jewish friend.

"That's it Cartman! I've had enough!" Kyle screamed, his face also red and hot. There were no tears gracing his angelic face, however, as he was not nearly as emotionally invested in their rather strained relationship as the fat one was.

"Oh yeah? Well so have I you goddamn, dirty, rotten Jew!" He retaliated, forcefully wiping a tear from his face. He couldn't believe that he was crying; especially in front of Kyle.

The other boys watched in anticipation, waiting for the ground zero fight to happen. Every single young man in their Freshman class had known since they were eight years old that, one day, Cartman and Broflovski would finally blow and try to murder each other. That day had finally come. It had all started a few months earlier when Kyle had met a girl named Stacey. They had started dating and, for whatever reason, Cartman had detested their entire romance from day one. He would always dismiss it, saying she was just someone to fuck. He was always quick to remind the Jew that he thought she was a whore and how, if he had a moment alone with her, she would blow him just as quickly as she would blow Kyle. Of course, none of this was true. She was actually a very intelligent, respectable young lady, but for what was at the time a very unknown reason, Cartman loathed her very existence.

Well, all of the insults and fighting had led to more vile verbal attacks between the two of them and, for whatever reason, it had all reached it's breaking point on that day. They were walking through the hall, having retrieved books from their lockers for the English class all the boys shared together, when Cartman half-heartedly commented on how Stacey had 'swallowed the cum of every boy in the school twice over'. It was then that, swiftly and abruptly, Kyle threw his books to the ground and started swinging at the pudgy, racist little shit that had vexed him so badly over the course of his entire life. He couldn't take it any more. He simply started swinging, blind with rage. It was only when he'd calmed himself down that the two had their chance to tell one another it was enough.

Cartman had been lying on the ground, continually wiping the tears off of his fat, red face as Kyle furthered the confrontation. His nose was a little bloodied as Eric had gotten in a few shots of his own.

"Then why...why, if you've had enough, do you keep on pushing me Cartman! What the fuck is your problem?" he demanded, straddling his friend.

Eric simply furrowed his brows, looking as though he were going to really burst into tears. He breathed heavily as Kyle gripped his collar, still braced to punch him some more.

"Because..." the fat boy suddenly managed to spit out, putting one of his hands up over his eyes. He couldn't bear to look at him, "because I..." he struggled some more.

Kyle waited, still furious. He managed to contain himself for another few seconds before his rage got the better of him. He punched him hard in his face, causing Cartman's eyes to roll into the back of his head. He had lost consciousness.

"Fuck you," Broflovski stated as he stood up, "I don't give a shit anyway," he muttered as he walked away, leaving a crowd of their classmates to tend to his fallen friend. It was the last time anyone would lay eyes on him for another two years.

…

The last bus for the night was rolling into South Park. There was nothing special or unusual about this bus. It was full of the daily, poor and filthy vermin that always rode the bus. However, there was one young man who stood out in the crowd. He was seated in the very back, a white paper-back book in his hand. He wasn't really reading it; simply pretending so as to avoid conversation with any of the strange people he was riding with. No one recognized him or paid him any attention though, much to his relief. His chestnut brown hair was poking out slightly over his eyes from under his black beanie, though not covering them. His hazel eyes flickered from side to side and he pretended to read the book nestled in his thin fingers. He was tall and of a semi-muscular build; though had he not had his stature he would be considered pretty small. Upon his body he wore a black leather jacket, a blue long sleeved shirt and jeans, tucked into his large black snow boots. He was sitting with his feet on the chair, propping the book he was 'reading' up against his knees.

"Alright everybody, this is our last stop. South Park, Colorado!" the bus driver's petite voice informed over the bus speakers. The young man looked up from his book, his eyes a little tired. He was relieved to hear his long ride was over. Hell, he was relieved that this agonizing wait was over. It was finally time to come home and face it all; everything he had left behind.

He grabbed his large, blue duffel bag that had safely been stowed beneath his seat for the majority of the ride as he stood up, stretching his legs out as he did so. It felt so good to stand after he'd spent so many hours cramped up on that God-forsaken bus. He looked out the window for a moment as he followed a line of people out of the bus, smiling as he spotted a familiar face waiting for him. There she was; his wonderful, beautiful mother. He could hardly contain himself as he waited for the line of filthy rotten homeless to let him off of that rancid bus.

"Poopikins!" he heard her soft voice cry out as he finally was able to step off of the bus, the cold air greeting him harshly. He had forgotten how cold South Park was.

"Mom!" he said joyously as he dropped his duffel bag. She ran up to him, so small and frail compared to the young man he'd grown into. He embraced her tightly, allowing her head to rest on his shoulder. He could feel her shaking as she cried happily.

"Oh, Eric...it's so good to see you!" she continued as she stepped back, wiping her tears away and observing how greatly her son had changed.

"It's good to see you too, Mom," he said gently as he recovered his duffel bag, smiling broadly at her.

"Look at you!" she began, "you've gotten so thin! And tan too!"

"Haha...yeah. Thanks...there's a lot more sun in California than there is here," he explained.

"Well, it's done you good," she said joyously as she started to lead her son to her car. She hadn't felt this happy in years; South Park was a cold, lonely place without her son to keep her company. She had always been so co-dependent on him and when he left it had literally broken her. All the town had been looking after her while he was away.

"You look really good, Mom," Eric stated, noticing that she'd aged. It made him sad to see the frailness of her body. She looked as though she was malnourished, which caused a pang of guilt to settle itself into his stomach. He knew he'd aged her by leaving; he'd done her wrong. He'd done everyone wrong, and it took him two years to realize that running away from his problems wouldn't fix anything. Sure, he looked better on the outside, but he felt like the most miserable failure on the inside.

"Thank you, Eric," she said graciously, knowing very well that it was a lie. None of that mattered now though...she was just so grateful to have her baby boy back.

"So...how was California?" she asked, unsure of what he would divulge and what he wouldn't. She still wasn't entirely sure as to why he'd left.

Eric leaned his head back in his seat and looked over at her. It melted her heart to see his lovely hazel eyes looking up at her, though they weren't nearly as innocent as she'd remembered. There was something different about him. Nonetheless, he smiled at her softly before speaking.

"It was okay," he began, "you know...there's a bunch of tree hugging hippies out there...not really my kind of place."

Mrs. Cartman smiled to herself. Now that sounded like the boy she knew. Of course, after his answer processed in her head she found herself holding back a slew of questions. Why did you leave? What took you so long to come back? Did you find what you were looking for? Of course, she knew she'd have to be patient. Eric was never one to be pushed.

"You know, Eric..." she began, a little uneasy about what she had to say.

Her son looked at her once more, curious. He could tell she was about to say something important.

"What is it?"

She swallowed hard, keeping her eyes on the road in front of her. They were already almost home. God this town was so fucking small.

"You're little friend Kyle..." she continued, pausing once more to get a read on her son. She noticed that his body seemed to tense at the mention of his friend. Still, she decided to continue, "...he came to visit me. Every day. He comes by in the mornings and has tea with me," she finished.

A long moment of silence passed between the two. He wasn't surprised. He had asked him to, after all. Despite the fact that Kyle was a covetous Jew, he really did his best to take care of those around him.

"Good," was all he could manage to spit out. They were pulling into the drive way by the time he'd thought of that brilliant line. His mother cleared her throat, not really feeling any relief. She craved answers.

"Okay, well...you're home now," she sighed, offering a rather strained smile to her son. He returned the sentiment as he gathered his duffle bag, letting himself out of the car. It already felt good to be home. Strange how comforting a familiar place could be. Liane watched quietly as her son walked ahead of her into the house. He was barely recognizable to her, which was frustrating. She felt like a terrible mother for letting him walk away all those years ago. She had allowed him to go out into the world, so young and alone, because she was so preoccupied with her own needs. She still was really. In fact, she had only delved further into the sex and drugs with the absence of her son. How could she not? He was the only thing keeping her from going completely off of the deep end. After all, he was the only friend she really had.

"Alright, Mom. I think I'm gonna go to bed now. I'm tired," he said, sad that he didn't have the energy to stay up and talk with her. He could tell it made her sad too, but she simply smiled at him and gave him a warm hug, letting him know that she would be there for him in the morning. God, he really had missed this godforsaken place.

…

"Okay, I'm going over to Liane's," Kyle announced as he flew down the stairs. He was wearing his signature green ushanka, allowing the slightest bit of his red hair to poke out. He also had on a long sleeved green shirt, blue skinny jeans and big brown snow boots. He was always such a vision with that snowy pale skin, frail thin body and fiery red hair.

"Wait a minute Bubala!" Shiela announced, stopping her son in his tracks, "here...at least take this breakfast burrito with you before you go! I have to at least feed you on your first day of senior year!" she pleaded. She really didn't like the fact that he insisted on spending his morning's with someone else's mother, but she knew it was what he had to do. He had a such a big heart she couldn't really be mad at him for it; though she was admittedly envious.

"Thanks, Ma," he said graciously, kissing her on her forehead. He was quite a bit taller than her now. All the boys were outgrowing their mothers; it was strange.

"Have a good day, Kyle," his dad shouted from the kitchen. Ike also said something to that affect, though it escaped his brother as he was in such a rush. He had to have his morning coffee with Liane before school.

"Thanks! I will! I love you guys!" he responded as he hurried out of the door, hopping into the Prius his parents had gotten him for his 16th birthday. Yeah, a Prius...even after the whole Hybrid ordeal that's what they went with. He wasn't really sure why it was such a big deal that he visit Liane. After all, Cartman was a total asshole, and to top that off he turned out to be a major pussy. It vexed him every day that he'd just run away like that. However, his only request was that Kyle visit with his mom while he was away. He knew why...Liane was lost. She was always so lonely and Eric had always been the only thing that she'd really cared about and he knew he was abandoning her. In a way, Kyle felt like he had to do it not only for Liane, but for Eric. Really...his mom was the only person he'd ever shown any affection or love towards and Kyle would be damned if he were going to let her fall apart. After all, when Cartman comes back he'll need a family to come home to.

Kyle cringed at the thought. He wasn't sure what the hell he would do when Cartman came back. Fuck, he wasn't even sure IF Cartman would come back. However, he was a hopeless optimist at times and somewhere, deep down in his heart, he knew that Eric would come back. If not for him, for his mother.

He shook his head to himself as he drove. He wasn't really sure why he thought that Eric would come back for him; further more he wasn't sure why he wanted him to feel like he had to come back for him. Perhaps it was the fact that they had a shared the comfort of a lifetime friendship with each other. That really was something special that all four of the boys shared together; they'd literally known each other all of their lives, and that brought a certain comfort and security that other relationships simply would never know. Even with Cartman that stood true. Perhaps that was why he had put up with all of his bullshit for so long; perhaps that was why he even found himself wishing, at times, that things hadn't been left the way that they had been.

Either way, it didn't matter. Eric was gone and there was no promise of his return. The Jewish boy pulled his car up into Liane's driveway, checking himself in the mirror before he went in. He'd actually grown pretty close with Cartman's mom over the last two years and for some reason he always wanted to put his best foot forward when he was around her.

He got out of the car quickly, tossing his keys into his pocket carelessly as he approached the front door. He knocked lightly; he was always very gentle around Liane. She had grown to be so fragile these days.

"Kyle! Hello!" she greeted, stepping aside to let him in. She really did seem excited to see him today, and it confused him a little. Sure, she was always happy to see him, but today she was just beaming. He stepped in and gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek before pulling back to look her over.

"You look really good today, Ms. Cartman!" he announced, smiling broadly at her. She smiled warmly at him, shaking with excitement.

"He's here," she whispered loudly, grabbing the Jewish boy's hand and leading him into the kitchen. His head started spinning. Who was she talking about?

"Who's here?" he asked, sitting down at the table.

Liane didn't answer. Instead, she quickly poured three cups of coffee, presumably one for the mystery person she was talking about, and set them on the table. Her eyes were bright as she put her finger up, signaling that she wanted him to wait a moment before standing up straight. She looked towards the living room and hollered out, though still gently, "Poopikins! Kyle is here!"

Kyle's emerald eyes widened. Cartman? Cartman was here? What the fuck? He stood up, looking towards the stairs expectantly. He felt utter confusion as he spotted the back of a tall, thin brunette's head walking down them. As Eric rounded the corner Kyle's jaw dropped. Obviously this was him but...holy shit...he looked like a whole new person. His skin was smooth and olive, his hair straight, bangs hanging just over his hazel eyes; he had a leather jacket, brown shirt, tight jeans and black snow boots adorning his now fit and, dare he say, alluring frame. He was stunned and entranced at the sight.

"C...Cartman?" he stammered, unable to really put together a sentence.

"Hey, Jew boy," he said, very matter of fact, which frustrated the young teen even further.

"When did you get here?" he demanded, though watching his tone. Sure, he was pissed as fuck at Cartman, but he wasn't about to upset Liane; not after all the trouble he'd been going to to make sure she was okay.

"Last night. Took the bus," he answered. He was being a dick...acting so fucking casual.

Kyle eyed him suspiciously as everyone sat down at the table.

"Oh, I'm just so happy to see the both of you," Liane said sweetly, oblivious to the tension between the two teenagers. Kyle offered her a soft, yet uncomfortable smile while Eric took a sip of his coffee, hazel eyes fixated on his Jewish friend. It was making Kyle very uneasy and, for some reason, he was suddenly very aware of the fact that he wanted to look as presentable as possible. After all, Eric was looking fucking fantastic. This also bothered him. What had happened to his fat piece of shit fried?

"You, uh...you look different," Kyle said slowly, taking a sip of his coffee. He was doing everything he could to avoid eye contact with Carman. Eric...Cartman...what was he supposed to call him now? Fuck...who was this person?

Eric, however, stared the uncomfortable boy down as they spoke. His arms were crossed firmly across his chest as he leaned back casually in the chair. He seemed as fucking arrogant as ever.

"Of course I do butt pipe...it's been two years. Everyone looks different."

"Eric...be nice," Liane chimed in, though her tone wasn't all that serious. The dynamic between the two of them seemed to be the same. She simply wanted to be his friend.

"Sorry, Mom," he said quietly, finally breaking the stare he'd focused on Kyle. The Jewish boy breathed a sigh of relief in response, taking another sip of his coffee. He was nearly done.

Liane smiled gently as she touched her hand to the back of Eric's head. Kyle noticed a softness in Eric's eyes as he looked at his mom. It was actually pretty fucking heartwarming, as much as he hated to admit it.

"Well," she said, breathing out heavily and gathering up the cups, "you two had better get going. Don't want to be late for your first day of senior year!" she chirped, walking the dishes over to the sink.

"Yeah, yeah," Cartman answered quietly, standing up and walking out into the living room to grab a backpack his mom had readied for him off of the couch.

"Oh, here," Liane said suddenly, running towards the fridge and pulling a little brown bag out, "I made you a lunch. I put healthy stuff in there for you," she assured, handing the bag to Eric, who had already walked back into the kitchen.

"Thanks, Ma," he said graciously, taking the bag from her and tossing it into his backpack. Once he'd secured it into his bag he leaned forward and kissed his mom's cheek, rubbing her arm for a second as though reassuring of something. Perhaps their dynamic had changed a bit. It was the first time Kyle had ever seen Cartman make a caring gesture towards her; like he was going to take care of her.

"Come on, Kahl," Eric demanded, his old accent creeping through for the first time his friend had taken notice of. It was a trip to hear his familiar voice in that new body.

"Uh, yeah, okay," he responded, standing up from his chair.

Liane smiled up at him broadly, putting her thin arms around him and giving him a kiss on the cheek as well. Kyle could see Cartman huffing a bit at the sight; he was jealous.

"Bye, Mrs. Cartman," Kyle said respectfully, trying not to be too formal since he'd clearly irritated Cartman. It was the first time in a long time he hadn't meant to.

"By Kyle," she said sweetly, pulling him in for another brief hug before releasing him. Kyle put his hand to his mouth and coughed into it quietly, trying to ease his discomfort. He had to get out of that house.

Eric waived at his mom, almost dismissively, as he headed out the front door, not bothering to wait up for his friend. Kyle hurried after him, smiling one last time at Liane before shutting the door behind him. Cartman was already out of his driveway, walking briskly.

"Hey, asshole...do you want a ride?" Kyle half-way asked, half-way demanded, causing the boy to stop in his tracks. He didn't turn around, simply stood for a moment. He was having a hard time. Seeing Kyle was more intense than he had thought it would be. When he'd turned to see him for the first time, stepping off of those stairs, his heart had stopped for the first time in years. He shut his eyes, feeling the cold air on his face, forcing the pit in his stomach down at the thought of being alone with Kyle.

"Fine," he spat out, almost involuntarily. It was cold, and he really didn't want to walk to school by himself. It would be easier to walk on campus with someone by his side; even if it was that fucking rat Jew bastard Kyle.

He huffed and turned around, walking up to the passenger side of Kyle's car.

"So, I see your parents decided to buy you a giant vagina," Cartman mocked, settling into his seat and shutting himself inside. His demeanor was still very casual as he was leaning back far into the seat, propping his feet up on the backpack he'd tossed to the floor.

Kyle, despite the tension and awkwardness of the whole situation, managed to chuckle a bit. It was true. A long silence passed between the two of them as Kyle started to drive towards the school.

"So, eh...are you still seeing Stacey, then?" Eric finally asked, breaking the awkward silence they had been sitting in. He wasn't looking at Kyle at all, rather, he had moved his feet up onto Kyle's dashboard and had his cell phone in hand, playing carelessly with some game he had on it.

"Yeah," Kyle responded, looking over at his friend for a moment. It was irritating how he wasn't looking at him. Kyle was getting more and more pissed by the second.

"You know, Cartman...what the fuck? What's you're deal? I mean we have a fight and then you just fucking take off for two years and show up out of the blue? And now you're asking me questions about my girlfriend like it's nothing? And what does it matter whether I'm dating her or not...you can't possibly still..."

"Thanks for watching over my mom," Eric interrupted, causing Kyle to shut his mouth abruptly.

"I...uh..." he stammered for a moment, shooting another look at Eric. He was still focused on his phone.

Kyle sighed deeply. Perhaps now wasn't the right time.

"You're welcome, dude," he said, pulling into the high school parking lot.

Kyle shut his car off and leaned back in his seat, looking at Cartman once more. He really did look good.

"You ready for this?" he asked, knowing that this was no easy feat.

"Of course I am...Jesus tap-dancing Christ...it's just school, Asshole," Eric responded, genuinely irritated. Kyle rolled his eyes. He may look different, but Cartman was still the same fucking piece of shit he'd always been. It was disappointing.

"Whatever," he spat out, getting out of the car and slamming his door shut. Cartman winced a bit at the Jew's rage. So far things weren't going exactly how he had hoped. He simply didn't know any other way to communicate with Kyle though; it was easier to stay in his comfort zone...at least for the time being. He sighed to himself before grabbing his backpack and letting himself out of the car. Despite the tiff they'd just had, Kyle was still waiting beside the car for him. That goddamn Jew...no matter how mean he was to him he would always stick by his side. It was part of the reason he'd even had some courage to come back.

"Hey Kyle!" a familiar voice rang out from behind Eric, causing him to turn. It was that hippie fag Stan; Kenny wasn't far behind him.

"Hey, Stan," Kyle said, shifting his backpack on his thin shoulder. Kyle was so frail, yet Eric knew he was still tough as fuck. He had always been.

"Who's this?" Stan asked, standing at his usual spot; attached right at Kyle's fucking Jew hip.

"Who the fuck do you think I am you goddamn hippie piece of shit?" Cartman huffed, offended that he wasn't recognized. Stan and Kenny's eyes both widened.

"Holy shit, dude...no way..." Stan stated, totally stunned.

Kenny shouted a few incoherent things from beneath his hood. That poor asshole still hadn't figured out that he could actually pop his mouth out of his hood if he wanted.

"God, Kenny..." Eric muttered, putting his hand to his head in frustration and disgust.

"Jesus, dude...you look like you threw about seventy-five percent of yourself up! What happened?"

Cartman furrowed his brows, growing further irritated, "Fuck you, Stan. I hate you...I seriously, seriously hate you."

Stan smiled in return. Kyle watched the interaction, utterly shocked at how the other two just seemed to pick right up where they'd left off with him. Joking and ripping on each other...Cartman pouting and defending himself. Why was it so easy for the three of them to go right back to where they'd started? Why was it so much more difficult for him to interact with Cartman? Shouldn't he be able to pick up just the same as Stan and Kenny were? It boggled his mind. He had no idea what the difference was between them. It wasn't like he'd ever been particularly close with Cartman. Him and Stan were always the closest out of anyone in the group.

Kyle scratched the back of his neck as the four of them started walking towards the school. What was the difference? What was so special about his and Cartman's relationship that was making this whole thing so goddamn difficult? What was so special about Cartman that he even worried about it in the first place?

"Hey dudes...hang on..." Cartman stated, grabbing Kyle's arm and dragging him to the side of the school. Stan and Kenny followed. They were all out of everyone else's view and they watched quietly as Cartman pulled a pack of menthol cigarette's from his leather jacket pocket.

"You're smoking now...?" Kyle asked, judgement in his tone.

"Yeah, I'm smoking now, butt pipe. What do you care?" he asked as he put it in his mouth and lit it, taking a nice drag off of it. He was nervous about stepping into that school and this would really help to calm his nerves.

"Well...it's bad for you," he said stupidly, blinking and staring at Cartman.

"Chill out, Kyle," Kenny said, pulling his hood off and reaching his hand out. He wanted a drag.

"No way poor boy!" Cartman stated, slapping his hand away.

"Aw, c'mon! Don't be a dick!" Kenny demanded as he grabbed the cigarette out of Cartman's hand and took a drag.

"'Ey!" Eric shouted, grabbing it back, "It' mine!"

Stan rolled his eyes, "you guys are both dumbasses. Hurry up and smoke that shit Cartman...I don't want to be late."

"We won't be late Princess, Jesus," he responded, though hardly seeming irritated. Kyle noticed that the cigarette seemed to be calming his nerves. It was sort of nice to see him relaxing.

"Hey...can I try it?" Kyle suddenly blurted, curious.

Eric looked as though he were about to choke, putting his hand to stomach, "hah...what? Are you serious?"

"Well...yeah," Kyle said, looking naïve as all hell. It was incredibly endearing to Eric and he had to force himself not to smile too warmly at him.

He raised his eyes brows doubtingly at his friend before passing him the cig. The boys all watched, waiting for Kyle to either pussy out or humiliate himself in a fit of coughing.

Kyle eyed the little burning stick in hand for a moment, wanting to prove himself to Cartman for some stupid reason. Well...fuck it, he figured as he put it to his mouth and took a small puff.

It didn't really seem to do anything.

"You're not doing it right, fag. Inhale it!"

"I did!" Kyle defended himself, frustrated.

"No you didn't you goddamn Jew...pull it into your mouth and then suck it in," he explained.

Kyle huffed at him but put the cigarette back to his mouth and did as he was told. He suddenly erupted into a fit of coughing, causing all the rest of the boys to laugh at him.

"Sick dude...why would anyone want to do this!" he asked, handing it back to Cartman and scowling. He did note a slight sensation of light headedness; it was nice.

"Because," Cartman retorted, not really having an explanation for his addiction. In all honesty, it helped him cope with his diet. It had been really hard for him to wean himself off of all the fatty, sugary foods he was used to. It took the edge off and made it easier for him to lose the weight.

"Alright...are you guys done?" Stan asked, irritated, "I want to get my schedule."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Cartman muttered, throwing his cigarette to the ground and stomping it out. He wasn't angry though; if anything he was happy that he'd had a very small, but significant moment of peace with Kyle. Perhaps things weren't going to be as awful as he had expected. And just as quickly as that fleeting comfort had settled, it was gone.

"Hey baby! What are you doing back here?" Stacey asked, walking up to Kyle and giving him a rather passionate kiss. Eric had to look away as the Jew slid his soft tongue into her mouth. He was envious and he couldn't afford to be; that was what had gotten him into this mess in the first place.

"Hey Stace," he replied once they'd shared their kiss, "Cartman needed to have a cigarette before class," he explained matter-of-factly. It was almost as though he'd already forgotten that his return was kind of a big deal. It sort of wounded him how quickly he'd lost his focus once that dirty slut was around.

"Cartman?" she asked, looking at him, "I hardly can recognize you!"

Eric grunted at her before looking down at his feet, pushing some snow around with his boot.

"You look really good!" she continued, trying to ignore the fact that she knew about all of the things he'd said about her in the past.

He sighed loudly before looking up at her. She really had grown into an attractive woman, which bothered him even further. She had long, black hair the framed her pale white face. Firm breasts...long legs...yeah...she was the whole package.

"Thanks," he muttered before shifting his backpack, "c'mon Keeny...let's go."

And with that, the boys all headed into class for their first day of senior year. Little did Eric and Kyle know that this would be the most emotional, trying and complicated year of their young lives together.