Hallo! This is KymanFanFic! Just to let you know... my story is in the crappy state right now... so just hold on. I'll get it fixed, I promise. In August, I'm taking a trip to Texas, so I might not be able to update for awhile. Be sure to check out SouthParkFan99.

So I guess it was like the HUGE end-of-school parties. Like every weekend was a night of booze and joints. If I was a "Normal" teen, I would be coming home drunk and high. Well they were fun to go to. They did make you become popular, and most of the conversations in the hallways were about these parties.

The head of these parties were Token, Cylde, Butters (his parents grounded him again), and Cartman. Token's party was too fancy, with Champagne and wine. Cylde's party was a stereotype kind of party, with beer. Butters's party was too "clean", with fruit punch and soda. Cartman's party was... well it went like this:

'Well Jew are you coming?'

'Coming to what?'

While sweeping his golden, brown hair, he says, 'My party, of course. This year, they are letting me host this years party. The fact, this is the-last-... makes me happy!'

'Wow, something that makes you happy. I thought you were emo and shit.', Stan says, while being sarcastic.

'I thought it was Wendy that was hosting the last party.', I should have never brought that up, considering that Stan and Wendy are having a rough time.

Stan glances up, giving me those eyes. I should talk anymore.

'Maybe I'll go. ', Kenny says while fiddling with his jacket.

'Thanks Ken. See, he's going.', Cartman turns at me.

Well, I have to say..,'I'll go to. I mean its only a party.'

Stan perks up, shocked, and mad,'You can't go to his party! Maybe he's planning something!'

I sign. So we're back to this level, 'Stan, it's only a party. And by the way, when do you care where I go?'

'Well you know guys... I'm right here.' Cartman glares at me with those detecting eyes.

BRING! BRING! BRING!

'I'm going to class', Kenny says while walking down the hallway.

'Me too!', Stan says, running off to Kenny.

I guess this leaves me with Cartman. I probably look like a school girl walking with her crush.

'You're blushing.' His voice shocks me.

I look up and feel my cheeks. Yep. Warm.

'Uh. I guess I am.' I'm stupid for saying that.

'Who are you thinking of?' He's so close, I can smell his breath.

My cheeks get warmer, 'Uh..-'

'Kenny, Stan,... Wendy, Butters, Clyde, Bebe,... Me?' His eyes are shiny, and hopeful?

My cheeks are on fire! 'I um.. I have to get to class' I turn to my class. Wooph! My face feels nice and cool. I turn around, and Cartman is standing there. If I was smart to know that we have Science together. Shit.

'Wow, you're really smart, Jew.'

I head in the classroom, 'Leave me alone!' Everybody turns around. Was I that loud?

'Tell me who you were thinking of!' Damn! This turd still wants to know.

'Its none of your concerns.'

'If it was about me, then ya I want to know!'

'It was not!' I kind of scratched my teeth there. Ouch.

The teacher walks in, 'Okay, class has begun.'

I grunt, this is going to be a hell of a long day.