Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. Everything else goes to Matt Stone and Trey Parker sadly OTL...

Three years.

Three years since the four of us split and went separate ways.

Three years since Kyle came out of the closet and labeled a fag.

Three years since he and Stan started dating after the accident.

Three years since I stopped dying outside but not inside.

It began when Cartman left announcing he didn't want to hang with "fags". Like he was one to talk. Everyone knew he and Butters had a thing going on.

Anyways, for me it was kind of complicated. Well not really. I suspected I was going to end up the third wheel and I did. What I didn't suspect was this.

"Kyle and Stan broke up. Now I know you're not one for gossip but, those two used to be your best friends. Right?"

"Yeah Bebe." Right now I wasn't really dating Bebe. More like an open relationship maybe? Two whores who got together.

I know what you're thinking. Bebe Stevens? A whore? I thought that too. But apparently there was a group of whores. They call themselves the "SP Gals". Stupid right? Well it consisted: Wendy Testaburger also known as Testicles, Red, that home schooled girl Rebecca, and of course Bebe Stevens.

"Kenny maybe you should talk to Kyle or Stan." I laughed at that while she glared, obviously not finding the cynical humour.

"Why should I? I was planning to skip school tomorrow and I have and appointment soon." Bebe rolled her eyes. She knew how I did business. A good fuck for fifty then an ice cold beer.

"Oh Kenny. Are you scared or something?"

I scuffed. "Me? Scared? Puh-lease!"

"Then why won't you talk to them?"

"Try having your friend ditch you for love."

"Been there. Done that. Don't forget Stan and Wendy did that. Wait. It can't be. Kenneth McCormick. Are you jealous?"

"What? Fuck no. Not in the least." I smirked. Bebe Stevens knew me all too well. She saw that I was masking the hurt that resided inside. All the hurt I've kept pent up for years. Always taking it out on others when I was drunk or high.

You know, now that I think about it. I never knew what influenced me to drink, smoke, do drugs, or have sex. Maybe it ran in my retarded useless family. Maybe it was the hurt.

I felt someone straddle themselves on my lap. Oh it was just Bebe.

"Talk to him tomorrow at school. Kyle I mean. Forget about Stan for now. He has Token and Clyde. But Kyle has no one. Promise me Kenny?"

"Do I get a quickie out of this?"

Bebe laughed softly. "Maybe in school after you talk to him." She then placed her soft lips against mine knowing that I never kiss back. Never did. Probably never will.

"Oh Bebe. You're too good for this."

"What do you mean?"

"All of this. This job. This life. Even me." Bebe placed a slender finger on my lips before I could continue.

"Oh shush Ken."

Ken. No one calls me that anymore except for Bebe when we're alone. And somehow that always gets me to shut up.

As Bebe got comfortable I glanced at the time. It was almost nine o'clock. Time to start working. Bebe sighed as she got off of me. I stood up from my favourite worn out sofa. Well our ONLY sofa. As I walked up to the front door of our apartment Bebe followed. She gave me another kiss and straightened out my orange coat.

"Be careful Ken." I gave her a nod and left. Bebe really was too good for me.


I've always wondered why school started so early. I pondered this while I made my way to the bus stop we used to hang out at. No one was probably there but that was the only way I knew how to get to school. This must be a week full of surprises. Leaning against the bus stop was a familiar red head. A red head I haven't communicated with in three years. That very red head seemed to be chewing something. Probably gum. My thoughts were proven true when he blew a huge bubble. His eyes were focused on the ground thankfully.

I took a big breath and started to head over to the red head keeping my eyes on the ground. I didn't dare look up when he did. I bet he was fucking surprised. I stopped right beside him and looked at the icy road waiting for the bus. Waiting for him.

"Ken?..." I froze. My eyes were as wide as plated probably. I slowly turned and faced my biggest fear. Emerald eyes were staring back. From up close Kyle looked terrible yet…stunning? I don't know. His eyes were red and puffy like if he was crying or high. Also his red hair was everywhere. He had this lost puppy dog look on his face. Like if he wanted to hug me and cry out his heart or run away. I guess the smart part of Kyle's brain was working because he stayed put and out stretched his hand. My body started to move on its own because soon enough my hand fit right into place with his. Not too big and not too small. Just right. I decided just them that I wouldn't mind spending hours like this. But Kyle would find that weird and crazy.

Too soon my hand was empty and I gave Kyle my trademark smirk. Just play it cool… "Sup Brof?"

A small sheepish smile appeared on his face. "Not much Ken. You?"

"Oh just here and there. I get around."

The red head nodded and pulled out a pack of gum. "Want one?"

I pulled out a stick from said pack. "Thought you were diabetic."

"I am. Sugar-free." Kyle blew a bubble and I nodded placing the stick of gum in my back pocket. Awkward silence filled the air. Why couldn't the bus hurry up?

"Ken it's been three years. Why didn't you call or answer?"

"You called? I never really used the phone or pay attention really. Sorry."

"Oh well you answered once. But you were drunk. And Bebe answered…"

Do I hear hurt? Funny. Never knew that was a feeling the Jew felt.

The familiar sound that was now a distant memory of bus wheels screeched. I entered the bus before Kyle could say anything and saw an empty seat by Bebe. I took it which was unfortunate because Wendy Testicles was across sending me a deadly glare which was soon directed to Kyle has he got on the bus and moved to the back and sat down by himself.

"Did you talk to him?" I looked over to Bebe.

"Yeah." She smiled and kissed me.

"Oh I heard Stan and Craig are going out."

"Already? Damn Marsh moves fucking fast."

"Poor Ky…"

"He'll be fine."

"Kenneth stop. You're his only hope."

"What about Butters?"

"Well you and Butters are good friends." That was true. Butter and Bebe were my only life lines right now. That meant that they didn't talk to Marsh or Brof. Cartman didn't matter since him and Butters had a thing before this all happened.

"Fatass?"

"You really think Cartman will help him?"

"You're right. So…can I have my quickie now?" I smirked and she laughed.

"You didn't talk to him at school, only the bus stop."

This was going to be a long long day.

A/N: I was inspired by the Kingdom Hearts fanfic "Candy Boy" and a piece of gum. Yes I get inspiration from pieces of gum...DON'T JUDGE MEHHH ;o;...ANYWAYS I recommend "Candy Boy" even though I'm not done reading it...but it's awsome so far :D.