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In this story, Kyle loses his memory and Cartman takes advantage of this by trying to make Kyle his boyfriend! Fun, fun, fun! Originally, it was going to be a Style fanfic, where Kyle loses his memory and eventually remembers everyone but Stan, but writing it was boooooooooring! Enjoy :)

Forget Me

Chapter 1: Slip Up

The only thing I could concentrate on was the pain in my head. That's all I focused on, to make sure that I wouldn't pass out again.

"Kyle? Kyle!" Who was that? Whoever they were, they weren't helping my headache go away.

"What?" I groaned. I opened my eyes and realized that I was lying on the sidewalk, flat on my back. When I looked around I saw three pairs of eyes staring down at me. The first pair belonged to some large dude. As soon as I opened my eyes, he got up and threw his hands in the air, saying "See? No reason to worry. Let's go."

The next boy was some blonde, staring at me as if he were trying to solve some puzzle. "I don't know Cartman," he said. "He's not doing anything. He's just staring at us."

The two of them started arguing, the Cartman guy saying I was fine because I had spoken. Had I? I didn't even remember. While they yelled at each other, I fixed my attention on the last guy. He looked worried. Insanely worried. Like he was going to cry or something. This was getting weird. I had to say something.

"Uh..." Everyone's heads snapped in my direction. The two arguing guys stopped, except for the Cartman guy, who muttered again how I was fine. I didn't really know what to say. "Uh..."

"See Cartman, he's definitely not okay! He can't even talk!"

"Shut up Kenny!"

"Who are you guys?" I finally asked. All this arguing was making my ears ring.

The worried guy got even more anxious. "Kyle," he said "it's us, your friends."

"I don't know any of you," I said, still wondering what had happened. I sat up and took a longer look at each face, but they didn't register at all.

The large guy started clapping slowly. "Oh, very nice Kyle," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Quit pretending and let's go. We're late, and I'm not going to let you Jew me out of this movie!"

"What?" I was really confused. "I'm not even Jewish."

"My God..." That stunned...Cartman for whatever reason. The worried guy helped me up, then grabbed me by the shoulders.

"You remember me though, right Kyle? It's me. Stan." I wanted to say yes, since he was probably worried out of his mind, but I had no idea who he was.

"Sorry, but no."

"Oh Christ Cartman, this is all your fault!" Stan turned toward the Cartman guy and started yelling at him. "If you hadn't made us rush to that fucking movie, Kyle would've never slipped and hit his head!"

"I told you guys we should have left earlier, but no one listened to me!"

"That's not the point! Kyle doesn't even remember us!"

"Wait, I hit my head?" I waited for Stan to answer, but he was still arguing with Cartman. Instead, Kenny? Yeah, Kenny, answered me.

"Yeah dude. We were running to go see a movie, and you slipped on a patch of black ice." He hesitated for a moment. "Are you sure you don't remember anything?"

"Well, I'm guessing my name is Kyle..." I thought hard. Was there anything basic that I didn't know? "Well, I still know how to speak... two plus two equals four..."

Kenny nodded his head eagerly. "Yeah, yeah, you're right! Good Kyle, what else?"

"The sky is blue..." It wasn't that day. Snow was gently falling onto my face. "Hey, what's my last name?"

"Oh God," Kenny moaned. "Oh God you guys." He looked back at Stan and Cartman, who had stopped arguing, and were now looking at him. "He can't remember his last name. He knows the sky is blue, but he can't remember his own name!" Kenny was starting to get panicky. He ran his hands through his hair and started muttering to himself like an insane person.

"What?" Stan asked. "How is that possible?"

"I don't know!" Kenny snapped. He took a deep breath and sat himself unsteadily on the ground. "What are we supposed to do now?"

"I guess we should take him home," Stan decided.

"Take him home!" Kenny asked. The way he said it made it seem as if Stan had suggested they kill me. "Take him home! One problem Stan; at his house, there's his mom, and where there's Mrs. Broflovski, there's-" Kenny's eyes darted in my direction. He gave the Stan guy a look to make sure they were on the same page. "A raving bitch," he continued, keeping his voice low. Wonderful. Apparently, my mom was a bitch.

"Kenny's right," Cartman agreed. He was looking around a lot, probably to make sure that no one was watching. "Let's just go abandon him in the woods or something. He'll never be able to find out where he lives if he can't remember where his house is. We'll just tell everyone that he ran off after school and none of us had seen him since.

The scary thing was, I think this guy was serious. I wasn't really liking these guys so much anymore.

"I'm sorry, did you say that you guys were my friends?" I would have run away, but I had no idea where to run to. I did back away though, and dodged their hands when they tried to grab me.

"Believe me Kyle, we're you're friends." Stan was trying hard to make me remember, but it was getting him nowhere. "Well, Cartman's not really your friend. He really just kind of hangs out with us, and we get to rip on him."

"Yeah!" Kenny agreed. "We don't like him, so you don't have to either. Actually, you guys hate each other."

"We do?" I don't know why I asked; it made perfect sense. When I asked, Cartman got this strange look in his eyes, and smiled. What was that about? I made a mental note about this new information to see if it would help me remember anything else. My... friends were still arguing over what to do, but I could still make decisions for myself. "Take me home," I demanded. I could see that they were going to protest, but I wasn't going to have it. This was about me, not them. "Take me home!" I repeated, more aggressively.

Regretfully, they started leading me down the street. I looked around for something familiar, but I didn't recognize anything. There was just a lot of snow, and houses that were really weird colors. We stopped in front of a two story green house. When we reached the door, everyone stopped moving.

"Well?" I asked. They all looked too scared to move.

"Ring the doorbell, Cartman," Stan muttered.

"Why the hell should I do it?"

"Because I said so. Do it!" Still, no one moved.

"Don't you have house keys or something?" Kenny asked me.

"How would he even know that?" Cartman shoved Kenny for being a dumbass. I reached into my pocket anyway, and found that I did. In fact, have a key.

"Here they are." I inserted the key into the keyhole, but Stan grabbed my wrist before I could unlock the door.

"Remember Kyle," he said. "Your mom's name is Sheila, your dad's name is Gerald, and you have a little brother named Ike. He's adopted.

"Adopted?" I asked. "From where?"

"Canada."

"My brother's Canadian? That's...nice."

"Kyle, focus! They are the Broflovskis, and so are you. You're Kyle Broflovski."

"...I still don't remember..."

"Damn it!" Both Cartman and Kenny joined Stan in an exasperated yell.

"Hey, it's not my fault. Blame Cartman! You guys said it was his fault!" Cartman opened his mouth to say something, but I pushed open the front door before he could say anything. "Mom, I'm home!" I yelled. The guys started whispering for me to be quiet, but I didn't listen. "Mom?"

"Kyle Broflovski!" A voice shrieked from upstairs, and I was suddenly ready to run back outside. I almost did, but my-mother-came running down the stairs. She paused and looked at each of our faces. Judging by the embarrassed look on her face, she wasn't expecting me to return with anyone, but, I think that once she realized that the guys were the only ones with me, she returned to her fit of rage.

"How many time Kyle, have I told you not to shout in my house!" She was yelling louder than I had! "You go to your room this instant young man! Which reminds me..." Her voice was calm for a moment. "Could you please explain to me..." Her body was starting to quake with anger. "...why you left your shirt on the floor this morning?" She wasn't shouting; she sounded more like a wild animal getting ready to rip my head off. "I had to wait all day, for you to come pick it up! It's just there on the ground, lying there Kyle, waiting for you to pick it up, Kyle!"

"Shut up!" I heard my friends groan behind me, but I had to yell at her. She wouldn't stop bitching, and I was starting to get another headache. There was no way this woman was my mom.

"Kyle!" Some man with a beard came running into the room."

"Your dad," Kenny whispered. My dad was wearing a yarmulke. I guess I was Jewish.

"Yes-dad?"

"Why are you yelling at your mother? Don't you have any respect for her?" This was too much for me. I threw my hands in the air and walked out the door. "Kyle!" My dad yelled after me, but I paid no attention. If this was my family, then maybe I was adopted too.

"Kyle," I was ready to yell again, until I realized that it was only Stan calling me.

"What is it?" I sighed.

"You can't just leave! Your parents will kill you! Besides, you didn't tell them what happened."

"I don't care," I scoffed. "They'd probably get mad at me for slipping! Let's just go see the movie."

"Shouldn't we get you to the hospital? What if your brain's bleeding or something?" Stan put his hands on my shoulders and tried to look me in the eyes, probably to check to see if my pupils were dilated. I shrugged him off.

"I'm fine. Let's go."

"Finally." Cartman lumbered up the sidewalk ahead of me. Kenny and Stan stood next to me, wearing worried expressions. "If he doesn't want to go, we can't force him," Cartman told them matter-of-a-factly. I nodded in agreement and followed Cartman, and Stan and Kenny did the same.

"What movie are we seeing?" I had to say something to break the tense, awkward silence.

"Terrance and Phillip's Arses in Canada!" Cartman said it with such passion, you'd think he was talking about some discovery that would end all disease or something.

"Arses?" I asked.

"Yeah! In this one, Terrance and Phillip travel to the U.K., where they discover that the word 'ass' is spelled, and pronounced more like 'arse.' Then they go back to Canada and put their new findings to use." I'm pretty sure he had gotten that off a promotional poster.

"That sounds kind of stupid," I said. "Can we see something else?"

"Kyle..." Stan acted as if he had just literally been stabbed in the back.

"We've been waiting three months for this movie to come out..." Kenny said in utter disbelief, "and you just forgot about how funny it's going to be?"

"It's not really my fault."

"Come on guys," Stan insisted. "We need to get Kyle to that movie right now!" We ran-cautiously-to the theater, but it was already too late by the time we got there. We had already missed a whole hour of the movie.

"Great!" Cartman groaned. "Well you guys, thanks a lot."

"Calm down." Kenny looked at movie times as they blinked on a giant screen.

"It's about time..." I muttered.

"What?" Stan looked at me questioningly. "It's about time what?"

"This movie theater just got an electric time slot sign, right? It took them long enough."

"Yeah Kyle, you're right." Stan smiled and looked up at the sign. "We just got it last year."

"Kenny, is that you?" I heard a girl's voice come up from behind us. Sure enough, a curly blond stood behind us. There were three guys behind her, and she had her arms hooked with a dark haired girl who stood next to her.

"Hey Bebe, Wendy, Clyde, Craig, Token." Kenny pointed to each person as he said their names. It kind of freaked them out, and they backed away from him.

"Uh, hi Kenny." The blonde girl stepped closer to her dark haired friend Wendy, as if to protect herself. "Are you feeling okay?"

"I lost my memory, and Kenny was just trying to help me remember you guys." There was no reason for me to keep it from anyone, especially if they could help me.

"Okay, I'll bite." The blonde girl-Bebe, unhooked arms with...Wendy and skipped behind me. "You remember me, don't you Kyle?" She grabbed my shoulders and winked at me, giving me a flirty sort of smile. "There's no way you could forget me." She rubbed her hands up and down my arms and slowly closed the space between us to whisper in my ear. "No way," she repeated.

"Sorry, but I really don't." I paid no attention to her.

Bebe cocked her head, rolled her eyes, shut them tightly, and gave me a smile.

"Alright then," she said. "Come with me and I'll help you remember."

"That's enough," Cartman sneered. "You and Kyle have no real history Bebe, so stop whoring yourself out so that he'll remember your face."

"It's not up to you Cartman. Let Kyle decide what he wants." Bebe looked at me suggestively. "What'll it be Kyle?"

"No thanks," I said, almost apologetically. Bebe's face fell into a deep, angry frown, and with that, she and the rest of her group moved on.

We bought some food from a fast food place next door, and made sure to eat it very slowly. We needed something to preoccupy us while we waited for the next movie to start. Finally, it was ten minutes until the movie, so we decided it was time to go in.

"Let's go you guys," Cartman was already holding a handful of tickets in his hands. He hurriedly ran into the theater. I waited in the doorway for Kenny and Stan to follow him, but they stood behind, talking.

"That's weird," I heard Kenny say. "Cartman usually makes Kyle buy his own ticket."

Stan shrugged. "He's in a hurry. He probably wasn't paying attention or something." Kenny shrugged. They both caught up with me, and we joined Cartman in the theater.

To be continued...obviously. That would be a horrible story ending!