Kennys POV

I hate Cartman.

I use to love him.

Literally.

I use to have a huge crush on the fat ass.

But that all changed.

I vowed never to love again.

I walked home in silence getting the wind hit the tiny bit of my face not hidden by my parka.

I was so caught up in my thoughts I hadn't seen or heard three other people walking besides me.

"Ken?" I heard someone ask.

I looked up and saw Kyle next to me looking worried. Stan was on the other side of the red head and Craig was on the other side of me.

What do they want?

Cant they just leave me alone?

I didn't mean to pull down my hood. Either times. Now they won't leave me the fuck alone.

I don't want their sympathy.

I know they heard what happened this morning and I don't care. It's not like it's a mystery.

People are just too afraid of the crazy ass fucker I call a father to do anything about it.

I'm glad it's me instead of Karen though.

"What?" I sigh pulling the mouth cover down so they could understand me.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

No I'm not fucking okay, "Yeah."

"Dude, what Cartman did was fucked up and I'm sorry," Stan said.

I rolled my eyes, "I'm used to it. That's just Eric being an ass, nothing new there."

"But seriously Ken, You shouldn't have to take his shit," Kyle stated.

I rolled my eyes again, "It doesn't matter guys."

"Yes it does! You shouldn't have to take his crap AND have to go home to take your fathers crap," Kyle said getting red in the face.

I sigh and stopped walking.

The three boys stopped and turned to me.

I looked at them with hard eyes, "Listen. Don't you dare tell anyone what happened this morning, got it? Second, I can take care of fucking Eric myself. I don't need you guys being my knights in shinning amour. We aren't playing The Stick of Truth anymore, I'm not a princess. So please just leave me alone. You guy's are just going to hurt yourselves trying help me. I don't need, OR want your help, so leave. Me. The. Fuck. Alone."

I started walking away again pulling my mouthpiece over my mouth leaving them there stunned.

I had to be mean. I didn't want to be, but they would just keep trying if I wasn't a total dick to them.

I didn't hear foot steps coming after me so I knew they weren't following me while I made my way home.

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Kyles POV

Why cant he just take our help?

We want to be your knights in shinning amour.

We want to be there to help you, care for you, protect you, love you.

You just need to let us Ken.

We watched him walk away.

"Well that went well," Craig said in his bored voice.

"Why can't he just take our fucking help!" I shout frustrated.

Stan set a hand on my shoulder, "Its okay dude. He's just angry because of what Cartman did. Tomorrow this will blow over and we can try again. But for now we have to take care of a certain fat ass."

I narrowed my eyes, "Oh Yeah."

I turned around and stomped down the street to the Cartman residence.

I banged my fist on the door.

A minuet later, Liane Cartman answered, "Oh hello Kyle sweetie, what can I do for you?"

Kyle looked at her, "I have to see you son."

She nodded with a smile oblivious to his angry aura.

He walked inside and stomped up the stairs.

"MAAAAAM! Be quiet! I'm trying to sleep!" I heard the idiot whine from his room.

I banged his door open. I'm forever going to relish the look of surprise and fear on his face seeing me at his bedroom door.

"Kahl?" He said.

I stalked over to him and grabbed his shirt pulling him off his bed and shoving him against the wall getting in his face.

"What the hell is your fucking problem!? Kenny didn't do anything to you and you have to be a total dick turd to him! Why cant you just leave him alone?"

Cartman looked at me unfazed, "I do it because it's fun. And how would you know if he did anything to me?"

Kyle looked at him, "What could he have ever done to you?"

Cartman looked back at me just as serious, "I don't have to say anything to you, you filthy jew!"

I pulled him away from the wall just to shove him back into it, "He couldn't have done shit to you and if he did you probably deserved it!"

Cartman finally pushed me away from him, "I didn't deserve what he did! I wasn't anything but good to him! And he had to go and ruin it all!"

I looked at him confused, "What did he do to you?" I asked softly.

The manipulative teen looked at me with angry eyes, but I saw regret and hurt in them as well.

What did Kenny do to him?

The fat ass sighed and looked at the ground.

He sat on his bed and put his head in his hands.

I sat next to him.

"I loved him kahl, I loved him. And he just shit on my feelings," he said softly.

My eyes widened. Cartman? Eric cartman? Loved Kenny McCormick?

No way.

"Your lying," I say in disbelief.

His head shot up and he looked at me with eyes that made me flinch, "Your not lying."

Cartman let out a humorless laugh, "Why would I lie about something like that?"

"But what about Wendy? I thought you were straight," i asked confused.

"Me and Wendy aren't really together. We pretend to be so people don't know that we're gay. She's banging Red. We just pretend to be together." He said softly.

"What do you mean Kenny just shit on your feelings?" I asked.

Cartman laid back on his bed looking at the ceiling.

"I've known about my sexuality for years. Since I was like, twelve. At first I thought I had feelings for you, but then I realized I really do hate you and that I had feeling for the poor bastard. I kept them to myself for years, afraid it would ruin our friendship. Then he told me he was bi, and I thought, hey maybe now I have a chance! But then about a year ago he told me he liked someone. My heart broke. He described the person and I knew it wasn't me. I felt betrayed. I knew I didn't deserve to feel like that but I did. So I was cold to him and he was cold to me. He didn't even care."

I looked at him, "What if he it was you describing?"

Cartman let out another dry laugh, "I knew it wasn't me. I know I'm not the nicest person. and the person he described was like a saint. so I thought it was either you or Butters. But I'm over it now..."

I shook my head, "No you're not. If you were you would be his friend instead of being a total dick head to him."

Cartman looked at me, "So what should I do?"

"Tell him your sorry. Become his friend. He needs them Cartman. He is going through something none of us could ever understand. But I don't think hes ready for a relationship with you just yet."

I wanted to help the fat boy, but I didn't want even more competition for Kenny's love. I already had Stan and Craig, I couldn't afford to have another rival.

He looked at me and nodded. I smiled at him and he smiled back.

I stood up because it was getting awkward.

"Well I'm gonna go..." I say awkwardly.

"Okay," he said dejectedly.

I walked out of his room and left his house.

I sighed and walked home.

That was emotionally stressing and awkward.