It was the last day of seventh grade, and all I could do was sulk. I was going to miss this place. I had worked my whole life to get this town wrapped around my finger, and now suddenly my mom decides to get married and move us to fucking Sacramento California. God damn her. I haven't told the guys yet, I have this nervous feeling in my gut, but I assume its because I know they won't really care. I thought back to third grade when Kyle's family moved to San fransico. No one was going to pull me out of California. I shuddered a little before leaning on my locker heavily. After a few minutes Kenny and Stan walked up. We all had lockers close to each other, so we were able to talk between every class.

"So what should we do first this summer?" Stan asked Kenny as they got closer to me. I sighed loudly, slumping to the floor.

"What's up fat ass?" Kenny asked in his muffled voice.

"I'm gonna miss this place." I said quietly.

"Dude. Well be back in school in three months." I groaned a little.

"Yeah, Not me. Not this school." I pouted a bit. Stan and Kenny looked at each other in confusion.

"I'm moving to California." I said bluntly.

"No way." Stan gaped.

"Fuck dude, smoke some chronic for me!" Kenny pitched in. I shrugged, and threw my backpack over my shoulder. As I walked away I heard Kyle bounce over to them.

The rest of the day passed by sluggishly, but before long I was waiting by the bus stop.

"Cartman!" I turned to see Kyle running up to me.

"Hey joo." I replied half heatedly.

"Stan told me... Well it's not really true, is it?" he looked hesitant.

"Yes, my mom's moving us to California. So go ahead, it's ok to get your hopes up. Trust me, I tried to change her mind, but it's official." I looked away as I spoke, not wanting to watch his celebration. Stupid Jew.

"For real? When?" I finally turned to him. His expression hadn't changed much. I guess the celebration starts once I'm long gone.

"tomorrow night." I tried to act nonchalant.

"Dude. How long have you known?" his voice was dripping with pity. I gritted my teeth.

"Look Kahl. As much as I appreciate your two faced concern, I only have twenty six hours left in south park, and I'd really rather not spend it with the Jew." and with that I took off to go look for Kenny. If I was lucky, maybe I could convince him to get ahold of some booze.

That was four years ago. I'm now moving into my senior year at Sacramento high. (or sac high, but why the fuck no one seems to see how gay that is I'll never know.) I hadn't really made any friends since I've been here. I mean there's a few guys I hang out with that I can call whenever I got a new scheme up my sleeve, but they're just tools to get the job done. Deep down there's no one I'd rather use then Kyle and Kenny. And, sure, Stan and Butters, but I found their replacements the first hour of being in California. It took me the first three years to find a Jew-replacer, and this guys not even Jewish!

I sighed from my place in the tree. I looked out over the back yard. My mom and her pornstar husband bought this shitty little house on the mountain side despite my many problems with it. Seriously, our house is built on a slant. One serious flood and it'll wash away! Not to mention rock slides. Plus if I want to go anywhere I have to walk for two or three hours. Stupid. I hopped down, deciding to go out for some ice cream. Usually it wasn't worth the walk, but it had been far too long since I've had something sugary. I climbed down and pulled my iPod out of my baggy khakis. The walk there had gotten progressively easier over the years, and after listening to a single album of slayer I was there.

"Eric!" Keith waved me over to his table where him, Jack, and Doug were seated in front three dishes of ice cream. Keith was my Kyle replacement, Jack my replacent for Stan, and Doug my Butters.

"What's up Mexicano?" I asked as I sat next to Keith, my legs burning.

"For the last time fat ass, my parents are from Spain." I shrugged.

"And yet they speak Mexican." he turned red.

"They speak Spanish, shit for brains!" I made my hand mimick his words, and his nostrils flared in anger.

"Hey Eric, well the guys an I thought it would be fun if we could all go to that big fair this weekend? Oh wouldn't that be nice?" I rolled my eyes at the dark haired Butters impersonator.

"Yeah whatever Doug."

We chatted for a bit longer until Doug and Jack had to leave. Bible study or some gay shit.

"So... You want to head back to my place? My brother might be able to give you a ride home tonight so you don't have to walk." I shrugged, following him out the door. My legs still burned pretty badly from the way here.

"So what's the plan when we get there?" I ask, barely paying attention.

"Well they just put up that horror movie on Hulu, if your up for it. But my parents are out of town, so we have to be careful to clean up afterwards." I stopped walking.

"The fuck? Your parents are out of town? God damn it, dude, your suppose to throw parties when that happens!" I yelled after him before catching up. He blushed at me before stuttering a bit. Finally we got to his house and he lead me to his room. I flopped back on his bed as he set up the movie.

"you got anything to much on?" I ask, scratching my stomach lightly. He laughed.

"Come on, man. Remember how fat you were when we first met? I'm not enabling you." I frowned.

"Ey! I'm not fat, I'm just big boned!" he sits next to me, poking my stomach. I squeal a little before flinching away with a glare. He laughs.

"No, you were fat. Now your just big boned." I frowned, poking my own stomach a bit. I had lost a lot a flab, and even gained some muscle, but I knew I'd always be the fat kid. Before I knew it, Keith was laying close to me, propped up on one elbow while his other hand lay on my stomach. I fidgeted a bit. Dark soulful eyes looked up at me, searching me for things I had no knowledge of. And then he threw his leg over mine, and began kissing me. I let out a squeal, but his body radiated a hunger, and a need. My hands shook as I found myself gripping his hips, pulling him closer, and kissing him fiercely. I never wanted anybody like this before. I got hard at the thought of morbid an unusual events, or when reading about hitler, but never in front of someone else, never because of someone else. He sucked and nipped at my jawline, nails dragging lightly down my chest. He moaned as he grinded his hips against my own, and with out warning to either of us I moaned out a name loudly.

"Oh God Kyle!" he stopped, pulling away as the moment sunk in. I tossed him off of me, drowning in my own blush. Gathering my things I stormed out, beginning the long journey home.

I trudged home, praying that I'd wake up and find this all to be some disturbing nightmare. I knew it wouldn't be, but god, I never even knew I could be gay! I mean, honestly I had never thought about it. Most people were just dumb cattle to me, nothing sexual about them. So what the hell just happened? And why did it make me think of my long lost Jew? If that's what I wanted, Keith should have been enough. He's practically just like Kyle, annoying morals, bitchy parents, sex obsessed brother... But he's not my Jew. He's just some sand monkey. Some random person I manipulated into hanging out with me. So why the fuck did he kiss me? I grunted, flipping through my music angrily. Monday at school was going to be awkward as hell. Maybe I should just ditch, it's not like my mom and her gross husband would ever notice. Finally I was able to keep myself from thinking, and instead just walked the forever uphill road home.

As I approached the door I heard my-ick- stepdad yelling. I opened the door and was immediately greeted by a glass bottle to the face.

"THE FUCK, MAN?!" I yell out.

"Oh poopsie-kins! You know he didn't mean it, he didn't know you were there!" my mom defended passively.

"Don't tell him that! That boy needs to get tough! Let him think I did it on purpose!" I grunted, walking past them to my room. I blasted my music with a relieved sigh. They can argue all night as long as I have my tunes. I flopped back on my bed before hearing my phone bing, alerting me to the new text message.

"Eric... Hey so about tonight... Please don't tell anyone. We can figure out what the hell to do together, just don't tell the guys." I snorted. Well at least things would just be awkward with Keith, instead of everyone. I jumped as my mom screamed from the other room. I shut off my music, flinging open my door. There was an eery silence as I took in the sight. My mom was sobbing on the floor, covering her eye and rocking slightly. Before I could think through it I grabbed a statue off the shelf and threw it full force at her husband. It hit him right in his douche face and he smacked onto the floor. I walked up to my mom, holding my hand out to her. She looked up at me, and Christ, she looked terrified. I frowned.

"Ok. Fuck this guy, and fuck California. Mom, we've been here for four years. I vote it's time to move on." she took my hand and I helped her up. She sniffled before nodding.

"We'll leave at the end of the week. I need to give my work some notice, and make arrangements for your transfer." she muttered as she walked over her douche husband and into her room. I stood there for a minute before kicking him.

When I woke up the next morning my mom told me that my douche step dad was in the hospital for a concussion and a fractured rib. I laughed, but she seemed pretty genuinuely upset. The hospital had told her he would be held for four days, so that's how long we had to move out. I stared out the window as I thought over the last two days. We were almost to my high school and I would have to tell the guys about this. Unlike when I left south park, this time I didn't give a shit what they thought about my absence. As I walked to the front, Jack and Doug waved at me from the shade of one of the trees. Keith was there, but he looked like he was melting into the ground.

"Hey Eric! Keith just told us that his parents are out of town for the next week and a half! He's throwing a party this weekend, you in?" Jack grinned. I shook my head, and Keith shrunk even more.

"Can't, my mom and I are moving soon." I replied nonchalantly.

"Moving where?" Keith seemed to snap back.

"I don't know, back to Colorado maybe? She needs to get away from her douche husband." I shrug as I sit between Keith and Jack.

"Well then we need to throw a going away party! Something nice!" Doug pitched in. I rolled my eyes. I didn't need any of that.

"He's right man! Tonight after school! Doug and I will work on finding some booze, Keith, work on invitations!" Jack exclaimed excitedly as he and Doug took off. I frowned deeply. Did they really think I was their friend? Hell, they acted like it a hell of a lot more than my friends back in southpark...

"Eric..." Keith started softly.

"Not really. Things have just been fucked up for my mom." I replied, already knowing what he was going to ask. I didn't need to hear it aloud.

"What about Kyle?" he nearly whispered. I blushed.

"What? I don't even know that she plans on moving back there! I haven't seen the guy since seventh grade! And even if I do find him there's nothing there." I explained hurriedly. He laughed sadly.

"So the fact that you moaned his-"

"Stop it beaner!"

"Listen fat ass! Last night meant a lot to me, I at least deserve an explanation!" I stared at him for a minute before sighing.

"I dont know. I had never... Never thought about anything like that before. About anyone, guy or girl. And then it was just there, and that's where my mind went. I don't know." I looked away embarrassed.

"Ok. Well keep in touch. And let me know if you find him. I really do hope the best for you Eric." Keith spoke softly as he stood. I just nodded in reply, then watched him walk away sadly. I frowned to myself. These guys were going to miss me. I doubt anyone in south park would feel that way. Hell, Kyle, Stan, and Kenny probably just went through life normally after I left. Maybe even got along better without me. My mom never told me where she planned on moving us. I guess she was really shaken up. If we moved somewhere new then there were no worries for me. I could put this whole gay experience in my rear view mirror and move on. But if we went back to South Park... What happened last night would stick in my head. I might think about it every time I see Kyle. But then again, four years was a long time. He might not even be there anymore. He was always the smartest out of the four of us, he could have graduated early. Dozens more outcomes played out in my head before I began walking to class. Finally I got to my first hour class, and as I sat down, I sought comfort by telling myself that there was still the possibility of moving somewhere new. It's always easier being the new kid than to be known.