A/N:

Yeah, I know you don't wanna hear the same old and cliché "I'm sorry I haven't updated in for like ever...blah blah....been busy with coursework and college work and...blah blah...." (In other words, information that you won't find interesting) But, unfortunately, it has to be said. I'll just say it in a shorthanded way:

"I'm sorry I haven't updated because I've got so much work to do and working on other shit.....and I'm such a lazy asshole".

There. Hopefully that sums it all up. :)

Anyway, after the longest wait of all time, here is Chapter 3, ready for your reading pleasure.

I would also like to thank everyone who has reviewed and put this story on their favs and story alert. (I bet it was a surprise when you saw the story alert in your e-mail! lol) Also, thank you to everyone who has watched the trailer to this fanfic on YouTube and all the positive comments that have been left.

To watch Both trailers for "I'll Try To Fix You", please go to the links below:

"I'll Try To Fix You" Trailer 1 (Ft. Music From Coldplay):
http://www. youtube. com/watch?v=Nbhditn-fxU (Get rid of the gaps!)

"I'll Try To Fix You" Trailer 2 (Ft. Music From Sigur Ros):
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I'm gonna stop now before this A/N becomes longer than the chapter.

Sorry about spelling and grammar mistakes!


Disclaimer and Warning Note:

ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS FANFIC STORY DO NOT BELONG TO MYSELF OR ANY OTHER ORGAINISATION THAT I MAY BELONG TO. THE WRITING STYLE AND IDEAS OF THIS FANFIC ARE......CRAP. THE FOLLOWING FANFIC CONTAINS COARSE LANGUAGE AND SOME MALExMALE AND DUE TO IT'S CONTENT SHOULD NOT BE READ BY ANYONE......THAT MEANS YOU!


"Today is the greatest day of my life!
But…will I need you when I'm lonely?"


I'll Try To Fix You
Written by mpkio2

Chapter 3
Best Day Of My Life

Today was like the best day of my life.; it was so awesome.

I hadn't seen that sneaky little Jew all day; I didn't see him in any of my lessons, which was a shock because he attended every single lesson no matter what, even if he had a cold.

I bet if he was told that the school had burnt down to a crisp he would still turn up the next day, ready to be a little know-it all nerd (Doesn't he understand that school is boring!?).

And that know-it all voice of his, and how he carries his books all other the school, and reads a book (Yes, you heard me, "read" a fucking book for Christ sake!) at lunch time, his sneaky know-it all comments and criticizing me, telling me that I said the wrong answer to Mr. Garrison when he picked on me to tell him what was the Capital of England in Geography (How the fuck would I know that! I'm not French and I don't drink tea like a little gay fag!).*

"The answer is London," he said in that annoying, smirking voice of his, flashing me a smirk and a smile of pride. "If you would pay attention in class, you would know that, Cartman,"

No-way I was going to let that Jew make me look like an idiot in front of the whole class. "Shut up, Kyle!" I had shouted. "Shut your goddamn Jew mouth!" And was sent to the principal's office!

Do you fucking see? It's him who's the one who always makes me angry, make me look bad and shit, even though everyone knows I'm like so cool….and popular…and smart…..and stuff like that.

I bet he likes making me angry. I bet that little Jew loves it so much. I bet even fantasizes of me being up on a cross and then stabbing me with a knife with all his Jew little friends. Goddamn Jews; always something they have to kill if they don't agree completely with it. Mel Gibson was so right about them.

Anyway, enough about all that shit, that was then and this is now, and the end of the best day of my life; I whole day with a Kyle, the Jew.

Where was I?.....Oh yeah, didn't see him in the corridors walking with his books, didn't even see him at lunch sitting with Stan at the table, which was also another shock (But a good shock!) Stan looked miserable, but I didn't really care to ask cause I was having such an awesome day.

I bet Kyle was crying in the boys bathroom like the little sissy pussy he is. Ha ha ha! I wish I was there to see him cry; I would have been taking pictures, putting them up on Facebook, drinking those hot tears of his, savoring them in my mouth; It might have been better than him sucking my balls, like a little bitch. (Which he still has to do, might I add! Agh!)

But Kyle wasn't even in the boys bathroom. I had my camera ready and when I entered the boys bathroom, I heard no pussy crying, no wailing, no "My life is ruined! Everyone knows I' gay for Stan! Cartman was always right!", nothing. All I found was Butters pissing and saying "Hey, Eric!" in a happy voice. I, of course, replied with "Not now gayward; I'm busy," I think Butters said "OK!", but I'm not sure cause I was checking under the cubicles for Kyle's feet. (Don't get any thoughts now, you assholes! I'm not gay!). After I saw that Kyle was nowhere to be found, I went back to class.

We had some History essay and I got a B plus! No freaking way, dude! It was my first B of my whole time in school! It was about the Holocaust and the Jews (Which I knew everything about). Everyone was shocked, and even Mr. Garrison. If only Kyle was there, if only. I would have shoved my grade into his face and sing: "Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah! I got a B+! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!" When I see Kyle again, I swear I'm gonna be in heaven!

And now, here I am. Walking back home with a moppy Stan and a quite Kenny. God I hate these guys! There never any fun when that Jews not about. They've been like this all day; quite and not talking a lot (Well, Kenny tried to hit up on Bebe and tried to take pictures of her boobs on his phone, but that doesn't count). I don't even know what their problem is; can't they see how awesome it is without Kyle!? Are they that retarded and blind!? I'm way to cool for them….

"Wasn't today awesome, you fags!?" I say in a cheerful voice. I was so over the moon with….ecstasy…yeah. "Without Kyle around, our life's are so much better, aren't they?"

Stand didn't say a word and Kenny only muttered something I didn't hear properly. Their so boring!

"Little Jew wasn't around to make us like bad, call us bad names, wasn't around to make things all Jewwy and gay," I say as we continue to walk through the snow. They don't say anything to me, again, and I was starting to get pissed off with them ignoring me.

"It as the best day ever! Probably better than the day when Hitler came to power!" They still don't reply to me, not a single word. I thought at least Stan would tell me to stop saying whatever I say (Which is the truth!). I would have though Kenny would have rolled his eyes, but he didn't. That's it!

I go ahead in front of Stan, forcing hi to stop walking and collide right in front of me, face him, grab him by his shoulders, and say in a fierce voice:

"What the hell is wrong with you, Stan!?" He looks up with me with eyes of…sadness I guess…whatever; it was an emotion I hardly experienced. "Why are you ignoring me!?"

Stan just huffed and looked down pathetically.

"And you!" I point a finger at Kenny, who had stopped to the side. "Why aren't you talking about all the girls you hit up on in one day!?"

Kenny looks at me and says:

"I'm trying to concentrate on the girls on my phone, douchbag," Kenny lifts up his cell phone and shows me the screen; pictures of naked girls.

"Yeah…..I know that, you piece of shit!" I say as a comeback, trying to cover my tracks. How could I not notice he had a phone in his hands?

Kenny rolls his eyes, and pulls back the bangs of blonde hair that rested near his forehead.

I look back to Stan, but I discovered that he was gone. I turn round and I see him trudging away through the snow. Kenny also notices this, I think, for me and him ran after Stan.

"Hey!" I shout once I reach his side. "I was talking to you, dickward!"

"Just shut up, fatass!" Stan shouts back, angrily. "I don't wanna speak to you,"

"I bet you wanna speak to that gay Jew of yours," I say, as I flash a devious smile on my face. My voice was livid with menace. This was way too funny!

"Don't even speak about Kyle!" Stan yells, not even looking at me.

"Why?" I ask in the most innocent voice I could muster. "Haven't you been hanging out with him all day?"

Stan lowers his head. "We're not speaking to each other," he says in a low voice.

"Oh," I say in a surprised and upset voice. Man, I should be an actor when I grow up! "That's such a shame," I shake my head as if not believing what I was hearing, the innocent voice still playing in my voice, a smile spreading across the features of my face. "I didn't mean to break up such a beautiful friendship,"

But that was my big mistake. The next thing I knew, Stan had stopped walking. I turn and face him; a mixture of anger and realization was present on his face. Realization left and anger took over. He looks like his about to kill me.

"You fucking, fatass!" he shouts angrily as he comes up close to me and holds me by my jacket. "It was, you wasn't it!?"

I flutter my eyelashes at him as I put my hands together in a praying gesture and say in a calm relaxed voice: "Whatever do you mean, Stan?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, you lying, self-centered, egotistical, bastard!" Fire was clearly in Stan's eyes.

"I don't know what you-"

"You started that rumor about Kyle, didn't you!?" He shakes me, violently, almost spitting in my face. "You started that rumor about Kyle being gay, didn't you!?" He shook me again, but I held my mouth closed and smile at hi.

"Answer me!" He shakes me so hard that I fall flat on my ass, the snow melting under me. I hear Kenny laughing his balls off in the background. Stan had gone way too far!

"You little fuck!" I scream at him as I get to my feet and punch him in face. I feel the contact, and Stan holds were I punched him. He punches me back and fall, yet again, to the ground. This prick is going to die!

But before I could punch Stan in the face and make him cry for his mommy, he starts to walk away.

"Yeah!" I shout after him. "You walk away, you little pussy! You know I would have kicked your ass!"

Stan turns around, a few feet away and says;

"Because of you, fatass, Kyle hates me. And now, I'm going to make everything right again," And then, he turns around and walks away into the distance.

"Go ahead!" I shout. "Go back to your crying pussy of a boyfriend! His not going to forgive you, anyway!" I laugh to add effect.

I was stuck with Kenny. He looks at me, shakes his head, his arms folded.

"Why are you looking so disapproving for, you little perverted vagina-hungerer!?"

Kenny replies with;

"Your such a fucking fat douchbag, Cartman," And he walks away.

"Fuck you, Kenny!" I shot back at him.

I start to walk through the snow alone; just the way I like it.

I don't care what any of those dickheads say; today was the most awesome day I have ever had.

I take out a photo from my pocket. It was a picture of Kyle; he was looking sad as ever; it was a good thing I told Clyde to take a picture of Kyle. The look on his face was the best thing I ever saw!

Starting that rumor was the best thing I ever did…..

If only I knew it would lead to love.


A/N:

* = This is funny cause I'm English. I guess I'm a little gay fag since I drink tea. LOL.

OK, this was my first try of doing a chapter in Cartman's Perspective. I hope I captured Cartman's personality right. I think I did all right.

Also, I'm sorry the chapters are a bit slow at the moment; it's just so I can set up the story. But don't worry; in a couple of chapter's the story gets better! Trust me! :)

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