Eric taped his pencil on his desk. "God. This class is so fucking boring," he thought. He looked around the room. Clyde was doodling all over his binder. Butters was working, unlike the rest of the class. And Kenny was jacking off, as usual. "Hey fatass!" The voice of Kyle Broflovski rung through Eric's ears, snapping him out of his thought. "Hey fatass!" He repeated. "Can you hand me my pencil?" "Oh um sure..." Eric's voice trailed off as he picked it up off the floor. As he handed it to Kyle, their eyes locked for a moment. His eyes. His beautiful green eyes. They'd always entranced Eric. Even though he hated to admit it to himself, he loved Kyle. But no one could know. That's why he covered it up by pretending to hate him. And people believed it. "Why are you staring at me Cartman...?" Oh shit. "Umm... I was just thinking of how much of a fag you are!" "Uh huh... Whatever you fat fuck."
After a painstaking day at school and witnessing Kenny get his balls chopped off by an axe, it was finally time for Eric to go home. "Oh Clyde frog," he muttered to his beloved stuffed friend. "Why am I such a terrible person?" all his life, people had been telling him that. How fat he was. How mean he was. How much of a dick he was. And even though he denied it, Eric knew these things were true. He knew no one loved him. That's why his father left, and why his mom was never home. To escape from him. Not knowing what else to do, he resorted to food for comfort, leading to his weight problem. Oh, how he wished he could just disappear. "Everyone would just be happier without me here. All I am is a waste of space."
Kyles Point of View:
"WAKE THE FUCK UP!" Kyles alarm rang, waking him up. Ugh. School. Great. Checking his alarm clock, he noticed the time was 8:10. "HOLY FUCKING SHIT IM GONNA BE LATE FOR SCHOOOL!" he shouted as he rushed out the door to get to his school, South Park High School. (Yes I know, it's a very creative name.) "Alrighty kids, take your seats." Cartman shot up his hand. Ugh. What's he going to do this time? "Mr. Slave? Yes, may I go to the bathroom?" his usually annoying voice sounded cold and lifeless, catching Kyle by surprise. He watched Cartman slowly walk out the door. Whatever. He's probably planning to set Butters locker on fire again or something," he thought.
Back to third person:
Twenty minutes passed, and Cartman was still not back yet. "Oh Kylie dear, will you go see where Eric went?" asked Mr. Slave. Kyle rolled his eyes and walked out of the classroom. "Where the hell did he go this time?" he thought. "CARTMAN!" Kyle shouted as he ran through the school. He must be outside. "CARTMA…" he stopped his words when he spotted a figure on top of a tall building, appearing to be about to jump. There was no doubt in his mind that that was Cartman. Kyle ran as fast as his short legs could take him, not stopping until he reached the top. "CARTMAN! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" "I… I'm making everyone happy." "BY WHAT, KILLING YOURSELF? YOU'RE ONLY SEVENTEEN! WHY WOULD YOU EVEN THINK OF THIS?" "Why the hell do you care, Jew? You hate me like everyone else. There's no point anymore." "YOU THINK I HATE YOU?" Kyles tone dropped. "Eric, why on earth would I hate you?" "He never called me Eric before…" thought Eric. "Because… I'm such a fat, good for nothing jerk. I'm a huge dick to you. I don't know how you've put up with me all this time. You don't deserve to be treated like this." "Eric! Of course I put up with your little insults! I did because I know you don't mean them." "H… how do you know that…" "Dude! You've saved my life before! Even though you act like you hate me, I know that you could stand to have me die!" "Wait, so you don't hate me?" "OF COURSE NOT, IDIOT! Look Eric. Please don't jump. I don't think…. I don't think I could cope if you were gone. Come on, let's go back to school."