-1Kyle

"Ken, damn it, open the fucking door!!!" I bang again and the door finally opened to reveal my friend Kenny quite high. I can smell the marijuana and I can see bottles of pills, injections and powder.

"I haven't seen you since last month dude, you haven't come to school, haven't answered the phone, your parents have no idea where you are and I find you here, what are you doing locked in your car what is wrong with you?" I yell at Kenny but he doesn't respond.

"Damn it, move over Ken," I push him to the passenger seat and start driving. It's not normal for a 16 yr old to disappear like this. I start his car and start driving towards Kenny's neighbourhood. His neighbourhood is filled with ghetto blasters and losers that have children at 14 but can't take care of them.

"Fuck it, Kenny is coming to my place tonight," I say as I drive straight past his neighbour. Kenny's mother tries hard to raise her 3 kids as a widow but it's just unacceptable the way that Kenny lives. I feel sorry for the bitch and she knows her two sons are going to be poor their whole lives and her daughter is going to be a hooker. Sad but true.

"Kyle what are you doing?" Asked my mother as soon as I parked Kenny's car and moved him into my house.

"Kenny has to stay here for a couple of days," I started walking calmly to my bedroom and threw him onto my bed.

"What? His mother is worried sick," My mum looked relieved too see Kenny. I chuck on a few covers and close the curtains. My mother stands outside the door and watches me carefully as if waiting for an explanation.

"Please mum I missed him," Gets the bitch every time.

"Fine dear but only a few days," I give her a warm smile before tucking Kenny in. Kenny looks so cuddly sometimes and I mean that in the most non homosexual way possible. I leave my room and it finally hits me that I'm sleeping on the couch today. Damn I hate you Kenny.

"Hey Stan, Hey Token" I wave to them and shortly tell them about Kenny. They pleased that he is alive but question me for answers.

"Hey what are you guys talking about?" Cartman suddenly entered the conversation and this is the first time I can say I'm happy to have him near me.

"Nothing fatass,"

"na uhhh, what were you really talking about?"

"Kenny"

"Why?"

"Cause he has been missing asshole,"

"So?" Stan had heard enough, he punched Cartman on the face. The fat bastard disappeared into the mountains of children.

"I love you Wendy" Says Stan as he random grabs Wendy and gives her a hug. She puts her sweet lips on his cheeks and starts giving him a loving kiss. The love between these two can be seen by a blind man. Stan and Wendy are perfect for each other. I hate to say that because I don't like Wendy but she makes Stan happy which is one of the things that make me happy.

"Hey Kyle, me and Stan are going to watch spiderman 3 tonight, you want to come to me place and watch it?" Her voice is cold and seems to be forced. I think Stan told her to invite me to their movie, knowing one of my weaknesses would be the new spiderman movie.

"Oh, why the hell not?"

"Well meet us at my place at 7," that's a little late in my opinion but I'm not one to question her, she always seems to be aware of everything and has full control of what happens to her and what she does. That's pretty strange.

"All right well catch you later," As I waved to them I am blasted away by a beautiful girl that says hi to me.

"Uhhh hi, do I know you?" I couldn't help but stare into her eyes. They were ocean blue and had a magically power to automatically take a way all my pain and stress and make me happy.

"Kyle, it's me Bebe,"

"Oh… Bebe the one from elementary school right?" She had moved away and I had completely forgotten who she was.

"It's been just a long time Bebe, how have you been?"

"I been fine, what about you?"

"Good,"

Coincidentally we both had physics in the same class and it was next. We spent the rest of interval catching up and she even sat next to me in physics. I think that pissed Stan off a little but he had Wendy.

Cartman

Damn it, why don't I have any friends? Why does everybody hate me? I mean I'm a nice likeable guy just like Hitler, aren't I? Why do I always get mocked and teased, I joke with them but their insults really hurt. I wish I was normal, a skinny kid, a kid that is popular.

"Butters you got to help me," The boy put down his algebra book on the table and faced me.

"What is it Cartman?"

"Help me be popular,"

"I thought you are popular,"

"Well I found out I got no friends,"

"Well… I'm your friend,"

"Shut up you ass ramming cock master,"

"Maybe cause your jokes and stuff are all old, they got Terrance and Philip 5 now"

"Oh yeah 5 is awesome especially the part Terrance deflowers the queen and then farts on her…. Stupid British whore…. Oooo and that time when Philip cut's off the penis of the president of U.S.A and farts on it before shoving it up his ass and then they cut his head of, farting on it and eating it in a Turd sandwich,"

"Yeah that was pretty cool but 2 and 4 relied way to much on fart jokes, I guess it's cause they are Canadian."

"Yeah Canada is pretty gay," There is an awkward silence in which I think of how I could be popular, maybe a new haircut, new clothes and a new car.

"Dude we got to go shopping to get some new stuff, we can be popular!!! And no matter what, I am still cooler than Kyle."

Kenny

Dude where the fuck am I? My eyes open and I know I'm not home. Kyle's room…. How the fuck did I get here?

"Your awake dude," I look around to find the source of the voice. I see Ike staring at me, flapping his little Canadian head. I look at Ike who is holding a bag of what seems to be my drugs. How did he get my load of drugs? All that cost me over $3000, no one has any idea how hard I worked to get all that money. Well maybe Cartman.

"Hey dude, give that back?" I say as I jump out of bed, the covers flying all over the room and I automatically had my energy back.

"Kenny, you got to stop this shit,"

"Dude!!!! It's my stuff,"

"Your going to die if you keep doing this shit…. And then you wouldn't be able to come back,"

"How do you know it you fucking Canadian asshole?" I got a hard slap from Kyle's little brother who then dropped what remained of my heroin, weed and coke.

"I tried to help you Kenny, your going down the wrong path, your going to end up living on the streets, these drugs are fucking up your life dude, I don't want you to die early," He leaves the room as I am left to sit in my anger. I feel like punching that bitch, how dare he slap me. Maybe he is right… what if he is right? I love getting stoned, everybody does but I didn't think everyone around me would make this much of a deal.

Fuck all this thinking, I'm going to go out for a drink. I pack away my drugs and start walking out of the house. Should have ran out of the house because I walked into a lake of fire.

"Kenny, you know that stuff is very naughty," Kyle's mother Sheila starts as she points to an empty chair. She starts talking a whole lot of shit about me dying and how I'm ruining my life. Kyle just sits next to me watching me slowly and I could swear I saw a tear splash onto his cheeks and go down his face.

"Ken, you can't keep doing all this," Kyle spoke up and looked at me as if looking for an answer. I just nod my head and walk out of the house slowly.

"Where you going?" Kyle ran out of the house and started walking next to me. I jump into my car and gesture him to take the passenger seat.

"Dude could you drop me off at Wendy's place?" He slowly says after I start driving.

"Sure, I thought you hated Wendy,"

"I do… it's just Stan really wants us to be friends, so he set up this movie night thing, oh shit I'm late dude,"

"your late dude? It's like 8:00, knowing Wendy you should have been their at 7,"

"How did you know that?"

"Wendy has invited me over to her place for a movie more than once you know,"

"right, hey… did you know Bebe is back in town?"

"Huh?" I respond as he starts smiling like a teenage girl.

"Is that right?" I wouldn't know since I kind of been sleeping for the last… well I don't know how fucking long it has been. A week maybe?

"Yeah and she is even cuter than she was when we were kids,"

"oh really dude, you should ask her out," I knew a part of Kyle always fancied Bebe, I mean her blonde hair and cute smile would have been enough for any guy.

"Dude, I couldn't ask her out… no way, I'm way to ugly and Jewish, Jews never get good looking woman, look at my dad," I couldn't help but give out a laugh but I decided not to answer back as soon as I saw Wendy's house.

"Have fun, Kyle and here," I locked the car up and threw him my keys.

"How are you going to get home, your house is a couple of kms from here,"

"Don't worry about me dude, it's the least I could do to say thanks,"

Stan

"Where is that little fucker," I think privately as Wendy rests her head on my knees. I stroke her hair gently wondering how he could not be here. Wendy was kind enough to invite him and I know she would have never done it if I didn't beg her to do it. I told her that she and Kyle need to start liking each other, I don't want to choose one over the other if it ever got to that point.

"Wendy, you know I will always love you right,"

"Of cause, and you know I want you to never leave me, I love you more than me," Uhhh ended on a strange note but I know she loves me. I love you more than me? That just sounded fucked up from every angle you look at it.

" I just thought it would be cool if you and Kyle were friends too, he is my best mate,"

"I know honey, but maybe it wouldn't effect us,"

"Yes it will, it will be like sharing and I don't want that…."

"Like sharing?"

"Well what if Kyle wanted to go to a basketball game and you wanted to go to a rock concert?"

"You could go to which ever one you want honey," She is so good to me, I would really love her to be the one, I hope she is the one. I hug her extra tight and my tongue and hers fight too see who can give the best pleasure. I'm not sad to say she won.

"Hey guys sorry I'm late," He sits down and waits for Wendy to start the movie. Maybe this was a bad idea, I want them to bond, too became friends but all we are doing is watching a movie in silence for about 2 hours.

"Wow that was awesome, I like spider man when he had that black stuff on and was kind of evil," Kyle starts nervously before looking at me as if I'm inspiration.

"Yeah that part was cool," Wendy replies and I feel a little a relief that they both agreed on something. Kyle and Wendy start talking, I sit in complete silence watching their every word. It's like they are freeing my brain of anxiety. It doesn't last long Kyle says he has got work on the morning. He works on Saturdays so yeah…

"Kyle is right, it's late, 10pm, do you want to go home or sleep her tonight," I don't really want to sleep in Wendy's spare room, mainly cause her father wakes me up in the most cruel way. He jumps on me and then slaps me around a couple of times and starts insulting me. What makes it worst he does it all in a happy, friendly way as if we are casual mates that can mock each other without taking offence.

"I'll walk home," I exit Wendy's safe neighbourhood and walk into a dark alleyway. It was a huge alleyway and led to a street near mine. The moonlight leaves most of my surrounds in shadows. I freeze when I hear human noises, someone was wincing in pain while another person was hitting him so hard the sound echoed across the whole alleyway. As I got closer I could see that their were two guys attacking one guy. The two bigger guys seemed to have weapons and the one guy was left defenceless. I went closer and tried not to make a sound.

What should I do? Hide and wait for them to completely kill this guy, help the guy and end up dying myself or should I run for it. I decided to the honourable thing and ran towards them full on. At the sound of my footsteps they ran away as if scared of me, they might have thought I was the cops or something. I look down at the victim who was in a pool of his own blood. His blonde hair was covered in blood and dirt. One of his deep bright blue eyes had turn red with pain and blood. His orange parka was a dark red and his life was nearing the end, maybe forever. I dialled 911 after my brain got over the shock and started working again.

"Hello, uhhh I need the ambulance… the cops… something, my friend Kenny McCormick is dying,"