Sorry if this is a bit all over the place, I got a headache part way through writing it and just wanted to get it finished. I'm working on writing Kyle and Eric a back story to put in as a flash back to explain how they fell in love (so that should be in one of the future chapters, hopefully), so in the meantime, read and review! :)

Thanks so much for all the title suggestion! I'm trying to decide between 'All Over Again' as suggested by dagnytheartist, and 'Second Chance' (someone suggest 'One Chance' but I feel like 'Second Chance' works better because they're getting a second chance). Both seem to be saying the same thing, which is that everything is happening again.


Kyle's P.O.V

I'd been able to wing it through the morning by just acted casually, I asked my mum the date, then tried to contain my shock when I got the answer. It's 2011, I'm not sure what month or day it is, I didn't process that part, but it's 2011. Shit. I'm still in fourth grade! How the hell is this possible! The last thing I remember before waking up this morning was talking to Kenny, but then how did I get here? Does this mean that my son is dead? Well, if the date is accurate (or even if it's inaccurate), then he hasn't even been born yet. In fact, if it's really 2011, then he isn't even a sperm yet. So I guess that means that at this point in time he was never alive in the first place.

This is great, just great, I've transported back to one of the darkest times in my life and if I don't play my card right then I might end up killing my son too. I'm still in South Park, I'm still in the closet, my husband (or more like my future husband) still hates me, or at least at this point he thinks he does, and it's too early in time to do anything about! I just want to go back to my own time, why me? Why now of all times? Why couldn't I have at least been sent back to high school? At least then I would have my loving boyfriend to lean on.

I'm currently on my way to the bus stop, what am I supposed to say? What did I used to say when I got to the bus stop? Gah! Why is this so hard? This was one of the biggest times in my life, I used pick on celebrities and get abducted by Apple Inc., and I can barely remember anything about it! But I have to stay calm, if I have a panic attack people will know that something's going on, and if I tell anyone what's going on they'll think I'm crazy. I mean come on, who'd believe that I grew up to marry Cartman of all people, then got magically sent back in time for no apparent reason, that might even be too crazy for South Park! If I remember myself correctly, back in this time I probably wouldn't have hesitated to beat even myself up for saying such preposterous things. I'm finally approaching my old friends, at least I can still remember who they were, after all it wasn't that long ago when I saw them all at Stan and Bebe's wedding. Ha, that's another thing that nobody would believe. "Hey dudes." I say casually.

"Hey Kyle." Stan replies, quickly glancing at me before looking back at the empty road. Well, when I doubt, the obvious always works. I try to examine them all without them noticing; Stan looks exactly the same just younger, and it's no surprise that Kenny hasn't changed, after all this is only two years before he dies, I felt myself shiver at the thought, and I'm glad nobody noticed. Cartman is the one that I'm most interested in, his stomach is a lot larger now compared to my time, although that'll change after we go into high school and he has a growth spurt; from what I remember, all his body really needed to fix his obesity issue was more areas to distribute the fat. He's still got the same face though, I don't know if it was my age, or the way he treated me, but I'm really surprised that I hadn't realized that I'd fallen for him sooner, I wonder when he realized?

"Hey, what are you staring at me for you damn Jew!? Huh!" Cartman turned towards me and flung his arms out to the sides like he was preparing to fight me, why's he in such a bad mood? How long had I been staring for? To many questions, no one to answer them, what matters is: he looks pissed. I wonder what he thinks I'm thinking about, whatever it is, judging by the tome in his voice, I'm sure it's far from the truth.

"Cartman, have you lost weight?" My instincts told me to compliment him, that's usually what I did back home when he was in a foul mood or I just didn't want a fight. It usually served to save my ass from unwanted pain, and give it the kind that'd kept our relationship alive for so long. If it wasn't for sex and Kenny, I doubt that we would have stayed together for nearly as long as we did-have-I don't know what we are anymore. I really love Cartman, he's just the sort of person that you have to love in small doses, and I think the problem is that getting married caused an overdose.

The brunet looked perplexed for a moment, and our other friends just looked plain shocked. However, after a moment Cartman slowly looked down at his body, examining it sharply before hesitantly replying. "Y-yeah, I think so." He smiled smugly, and I smiled back happily.

"Well, then I guess I can't call you 'fatass' anymore." I laughed, for the first time that morning I was feeling genuinely happy.

Eric looked like he was about to say something else, but then the bus pulled up so we all loaded onto it without another word. Bebe is apparently sick today so Stan went and sat next to Wendy, Kenny sat with a lonesome Craig, which left Cartman and I together. Well, not really, I just didn't want to see my happy nostalgia end so soon. Despite my dilemma, I secretly thanked whichever god was out there that there was going to at least be one spark of positivity in my otherwise dreadful day.

"So, Kyle," Eric started, turning towards me in his seat and smiling eagerly. "Do you seriously think I've lost weight?" He asked, I smiled wider at how happy he sounded.

"Yeah dude, you look great." I grinned, it's nice talking to Cartman without there being a guaranteed fight afterwards, and even if it was just regarding a fake compliment I'd given. I wasn't here yesterday, so how the hell am supposed to know if he's lost weight.

After we arrived at school we all went our separate ways, having lockers in different places and all, and that's when I realized something that made my face turn white and my body freeze in place. I have no idea where my locker is. I decided to just walk through the halls, and hopefully I'd see one that'd look familiar enough to be mine, but even if that worked I still don't know combination. I decided to go find Stan and see if I've ever told him my combination, it's unlikely but still worth a shot.

I manage to find him in the crowd of children, all looking to be about the same age, and approach his locker. "Sup Kyle?" He turns towards as he closes his locker and I notice how tall he is, it's amusing that he's the tallest in the group right now, since later on even Ike over grows him, and he's shorter then mum.

"Hey dude, um, do you have any idea what my locker combination is?" I ask, smiling nervously, Stan sighs and face palms. I'm going to take that as a no, damn it. What did I say to him?

"Dude, I asked you to write your combo down for me in case this happened and you told me you didn't need to." I sigh, I can't believe I could be so stupid, I mean okay I was nine, and it's not like I should really have been expecting something like this to happen, but still.

"Kyle!" I turn around to see Cartman storming angrily towards me, shoving to the side anyone who blocks his path. He looks pissed, memories of drunken fights and awkward silences come flooding back to me, and I feel my body tense involuntarily. "You fucking liar! Stupid dirty rotten Jew! Is this part of some kind of sick plan Kyle!? Make Cartman think he's lost weight then laugh at him behind his back!? Or were you secretly hoping that I'd get diabetes like Scott Malkenson!?" He screeched at me, I can vaguely remember a kid named Scott, whatever Cartman called him, having a lisp and no friends, so I take it I've made him pretty pissed. When he got close enough I'd actually been expecting him to hit me, that's what usually happens when he gets this mad, or was that just because we were adults. I really can't tell the difference anymore, both Cartmans are the same in my mind, no matter how different reality says they really are.

"Wow Cartman, calm down!" I wave my arms in front of myself to emphasise my request. "What happened?" Cartman seems to fume at this, what exactly did I do this time?

"Oh ha ha, very funny, playing dumb are we? Well fine then, I'll play along," Cartman took a step closer to me, and I took a step back. Stan stood to the side watching this play out; he looked like he was going to intervene, but had nothing to say, I'd probably dug my own grave as usual anyway. "I just got back from the gym, I checked my weight on the scales and it said that I've actually gained weight!" Oh shit, and I actually thought I could get along with Cartman. Well, screw that idea. I don't even remember how we started dating in the first place, I figure we both have too much imaginary pride to actually confess to each other. "You sneaky Jew! Well it's not gonna work! I got my eye on you Kahl!" Cartman started running away from us backwards and as much as I tried, I couldn't hold in a sigh of irritation.

"Screw this dude, I'm just gonna go back to bed." And with that, I went home.


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