(A/N: Wowie-wow wow, an update!)

Kyle couldn't believe he was still thinking about what had happened between Stan and Cartman by the next morning. And he still didn't get why it mattered so much to him, but it did.

When he got to the bus stop, he greeted Stan, who still looked a little miffed himself.

"So, are you, like...gonna be mad at Cartman all the time now?" Kyle couldn't help but ask.

"Yup," Stan replied simply.

"Uh...why?"

"KYLE, WHY wouldn't I be mad? Cartman insulted my girlfriend, said stupid, untrue things about my race, called me a pussy, and didn't even apologize! And until he DOES say he's sorry, and means it, YES, I'm still mad!"

"...okay, no need to shout..."

"Sorry, dude. But why do you ask?"

"It's just...! I thought things were gonna go back to how they were!"

"Dude, I really don't see why you would have a problem with this."

"I TOLD YOU I DON'T HAVE A DAMN PROBLEM!" Kyle blurted out before covering his mouth.

Stan stared back at him in alarm. "..."

Luckily, Cartman and Kenny showed up to break the tension.

"Hi, guys," Kenny waved at the two.

"Yeah, hi, assholes," Cartman said bitterly. Though what he said was hard to make out through his heavily bandaged lip.

"Nice band-aids you got there," Kyle remarked.

"No thanks to THIS buttpipe!" Cartman pointed in Stan's face.

Stan swatted his hand away. "You got was coming to you, Cartman. You shouldn't have said those stupid things!"

"Everything I said yesterday was TRUE, Stan! You're just too much of a pussy black asshole to accept it!"

"Quit calling me that! And you know everything you said was bullshit!"

As this argument went on, Kyle and Kenny exchanged awkward looks. Kyle tried several times to cut in, Stan and Cartman only grew more loud and furious.

And so did it continue for the rest of the day. Something minor would happen, either Stan or Cartman would bring up the previous argument, and they would go at it for about three minutes until they both said "SCREW YOU!" and stormed off. It was like the two of them were permanently agitated, and was quite grating.

And since Stan was being a pissbaby about the whole ordeal, Kyle tried getting through to Cartman. Kyle headed to Cartman's house after school that day, and unsurprisingly, he was far more frustrating.

"They ALL descended from blacks! Look it up, it's pretty much a scientific fact!"

Kyle raised a hand, not to slap Cartman, but to signal him to shut the hell up. "I literally couldn't care less about that, fatass. I just want you to quit arguing with Stan already, it's annoying as fuck."

"Well! It's sweet of you to want to act like a mediator, Kyle," Cartman said sarcastically. "But I'm not getting over it that easily. Stan PUNCHED me in THE MOUTH! He's lucky I haven't made him eat his parents by now!"

"Dude, please!" Kyle said, trying a more pleading tone. "I just want things to go back to how they were!"

"Oh, you mean back when YOU'D punch me in the mouth instead of Stan?"

"...if you wanna put it that way, yes, I do!"

"So you're jealous of Stan?"

"Wha- -NO!" Kyle snapped. "Auhhh, that's stupid! SCREW YOU!"

Kyle could feel Cartman staring at him as he ran out of his room. When Kyle got out of Cartman's house, he slowed himself down.

Jealous?! That's ridiculous! I just don't want TWO asshole friends instead of one! And I certainly don't want them arguing all the time...! Ugh...Cartman's so stupid...

Kyle continued to think on this as he made his way across the railroad tracks to Kenny's house. Hopefully, he wouldn't be an asshole too.

(A/N: Not that much, sorry! But I promise the next update won't take as long. I actually have the story planned out in my head now. Woooo)