I have always followed you. I have always listened to you. I have always been there for you when you needed a shoulder to cry on.

What do I get in return? You go off and start dating that gay-tard, Butters. Well I won't stand for it. If you want to be with him then so be it.

I'm not going to stand around waiting for you. I have better things to do. Like date all the hot girls in school and do them all. I don't need you to be happy. I just need skill and a lot of stamina.

SCREW YOU CARTMAN!

-Kenny McCormick

I wrote that letter months ago, but I never sent it to 'him'. Of course I still follow him. Every time I'm with him, Butters is there too.

Every night I usually find myself whoring off to some person I meet outside the strip club. It's not even only women anymore, but guys' also want some of me. Not only is it free but people pay me over fifty dollars for one night. It's been like this ever since Butters and Cartman got together. I guess I should be happy for Cartman, but I'm not. I'm a wreck. No I am a stupid selfish man-whore.

I sit patiently on my front porch waiting for Cartman, as usual. He usually comes by in his black Hummer. Either that or he comes by walking.

It's funny…when we were eight years old we used to call him 'Fatass', and he would always yell 'I'm not fat I'm big boned!' well now he can really say that. Ever since he started going to the gym and lifting weights he actually has become 'big boned.' He even looks more attractive then he did back then. But I guess to me he always has been attractive.

"AYE, You poor piece of crap! Hurry up and get your ass over here!" The sound of Cartman's yelling invades my thoughts.

I looked up from the snow and saw Cartman waving his arm. 'Today he decided to walk to school.' I thought. I smiled at him and sprinted my way towards him. I tripped over some ice and landed face first in the snow.

Cartman's strong hands grabbed at my waist and he pulled me up. I felt my face burn up, as I noticed that what I did was pretty stupid.

I looked away as soon as I was capable of standing by myself. "Where's Butters?" I asked. Cartman scoffed.

"We don't hang around each other twenty-four/seven you know," he said. I turned back to him with a smile.

"Right, of course you don't," I said, then began to walk towards school. Cartman caught up with me and we walked to school in silence.

"Kyle, what is the answer for the next problem?" Ms. Garrison asked as he wrote the math problem on the wall.

Kyle sat quiet, "The answer is six thousand five hundred forty two," Kyle said in his high pitched voice. Sometimes I think everyone hit puberty except for him. Though, I could care less for him. It seems that every guy is going gay; First Cartman and Butters…and now Kyle and Stan. Only three weeks ago did everyone start seeing them hang out way more than usual, and Stan broke up with Wendy about a month ago. Not to mention they announced they were together during an assembly last week.

Next thing you know, girls are going to date each other. Ugh, just thinking of that scares me. How would we reproduce? Oh right, the Sperm Bank here in South Park can help out with that problem.

I sighed as the bell rang for next hour. I stood from my desk and made my way out of the classroom.

The hallways extended out for about five classrooms on each side of the hall to be placed. I don't know why I pointed that out…I just did *sigh*.

I walked with my head hanging lowly, and then I ran into something hard and tall. I looked up and Cartman stood before me; His eyes piercing right through me. I gulped down hard and looked over at the gay-tard standing next to him. I straightened my back and walked around the two love-birds.

I just can't stand it, how those two can just so freely express their relationship. I mean they're both guys so I would have guessed it'd be a bit hard to come out of the shade and expose that truth. Then again, they're different, and complete opposites at that. Quote Opposites attract. That is a hard truth. For some people it's not hard to understand but for me, it is. It's only because me and Cartman have a lot in common, and Butters and Cartman don't. So like I said…'opposites attract.'

Finally! Final hour is over; I don't think I can take much more of the teacher's lectures about how to sing a high note. I didn't even know we had to do much for just singing a high note. Why did I even take choir? Oh right I have been taking choir ever since middle school, since Stan, Kyle, Cartman and I had an idea of making our own circus thing…I can't really remember.

I sat at the front of the school waiting for Cartman to arrive…as usual. But today I guess Butters beat him to it, "Hey Kenny," Butters greeted as he walked towards me.

I looked up at him and forced a smile upon my face, "Oh hey g-Butters," I said. He sat next to me and looked up at the sky.

"I know you like Cartman, Kenny," he said with a smile. HOW DID HE KNOW!

I gulped down, "I don't, I liked no one," I said, trying to sound as truthful as I can manage. Though I don't think Butters bought it.

"I don't believe that, Kenny," he said. "I mean look at you, you're as red as a tomato," he giggled. "Just so you know, I don't mind that you like him,"

He doesn't mind! Like I even cared about that! Seriously, come one what's wrong with this kid? "Oh really, I'm relieved," I said.

Just then Cartman came into the conversation. "Hey Kennah, hey Butters," Cartman greeted. I waved and Butters tackled him with kisses. He pisses me off so much that I could just grab the gay piece of shit and throw him off a building or sell him to Ms. Garrison somehow.

I smiled and stood up. "Come one love-birds, let's get going," I said.

We left the school grounds and headed home…

Once I was home I headed to my room, not saying a word to my mother nor brother. Yes…my parents got divorced years ago. Sad? No, I am sort of happy that they're not arguing anymore. It was such a pain in the ass.

I sat on my bed and cupped my chin in my palms. Damn that Butters. He knows I like Cartman, yet he still acts all like the way he did in front of me. I thought he would have been more careful with my feelings. I guess I was wrong about Butters. Never thought that would happen.

I thought over and over in my head on how to confess my feelings to Cartman. I knew I wouldn't do it but it would be nice to know how I would though. I let out a sigh.

Never in my life have I thought of this question before until now. "Cartman, how do you really feel about me?"