I shivered as I registered the words and voice speaking so close to my ear that I could feel their breath on my cheek, moist and warm. "Kenny! What the hell!" I squeaked, a little too loudly and looked around bashfully after shrinking into my seat. "Where's the girl you came to see?" I asked as he chuckled at my reaction. "She's a total nut case." He said, and I raised my eyebrow. "When I found her she started making this big stink about me being the father of her kid." He explained. I was quiet for a second. "Well… are you?" I asked flatly and he placed his hand over his chest in a show of being hurt, obviously fake. "Of course not! I've never even fucked her before." He said and I gave him a skeptical look. "I haven't. I keep all their names in my little black book." He paused, winked. "Besides, I have a certain person I like. Think I might change my ways for 'em. Anyway, I needed to talk to you." He said, getting a bit more serious. I sat up a bit, curious as to what he was going to say. "Have you noticed anything strange about Stan?" he whispered to me. I was taken aback a bit. "Um no. not necessarily. Why?" "Dude you haven't noticed? Really?" he yell-whispered. "Jeez. Is something wrong?" "I guess not. I just thought it was strange. Anytime you seem upset he turns into this like emotional pit bull." Kenny explained. "Emotional… pit bull?" I asked, in need of clarification. "Yeah. He gets all agro and snaps at anyone he thinks might've hurt you." He explained, apparently amused, and chuckled before continuing. "He even jacked Cartman up by his collar once and punched his lights out." Kenny said, making me blush. "So that's what happened. I was wondering how Eric got that black eye that week." I said, frowning a bit. "Why did Stan hit him?" I asked and Kenny grinned, his blonde hair falling over one crystal blue eye. "You don't see it? Its cause he lo-" Kenny was cut off by Stan throwing a box of malt balls at his face. "Dude. Get out of my seat." He said, his voice normal, but he shot a ferocious glare at Kenny, who simply grinned back at him, getting up. I wanted to ask Kenny what he was going to say, but I had bigger problems… somehow I had managed to have to sit between Cartman and Stan. It was. Weird to say the least. They seemed to have some sort of beef. Whenever I turned to speak to Stan, Cartman would make some snide remark, and Stan would say something twice as mean, and so on and so forth until someone shushed at them. Things really got heated when Stan and Cartman both tried to absentmindedly rest their arms on the back of my seat. When their arms touched, they glared. Stan pushed me forward, out of the way and they both stood, both kind of puffing out their chest. A fight was imminent. Stan reared back, his fist clenched and ready to give Cartman a new black eye. But Cartman was faster this time. Cartman upper-cutted Stan, and slugged him again before Stan had a chance to regain himself. "Cartman! What the hell?!" I squeaked, watching my best friend sink to the floor, obviously unconscious. ""fuck you Jew! You and your faggot boyfriend!" Cartman yelled at us, getting shushed by the few people that were still trying to watch the movie. Everyone else in the theatre was watching us like we were a fucking soap opera. "Cartman…" Kenny started, sounding disapproving. Cartman glared at him. "Shut up, you dirty hobo!" he said, more maliciously than usual. I looked down at Stan, out cold. Cartman was already out of the aisle and at the double doors of the theatre. "E… Eric!" I squeaked, running after the thick-built teenager.

"Eric!" I called, the movie theatre doors slamming loudly behind me as I stumbled into the parking lot after him. He kept walking like he hadn't heard me. "Eric, please!" I yelled, catching up to him and grabbing his arm, using all my strength to turn him to face me. He glared at me. "Why are you calling me that?" he hissed. It caught me off guard. "I… I… that's your name…" I stammered. "You never called me that before. So why start now? Why act like we're friends when we're not?!" he screamed in my face, making me wince. "We… because… I … Eric…" I couldn't find words, he was staring me with those deep brown eyes, burning with rage, starting to turn away from me and I panicked. I freaked and grabbed his collar, yanking him down towards me and slammed my lips into his. I felt him tense up, but he didn't fight it. When I pulled back, his eyes were calmer, and he had this dazed-out look in them. Then, he grabbed my cheeks, pulling me into another kiss. I was shocked, and elated. I didn't know what to do except kiss back. It was amazing. Years of hatred, of anger, of fighting all washed away with this one moment. He pulled away, an almost loving look on his face before he realized what had just happened. He pushed me back, causing me to trip and fall into about a foot of snow. He touched his hand to his lips, a dumbfounded look on his face. Then he ran. He ran faster than I ever saw the fat ass run. "Hey, dude, you ok?" Kenny asked, helping a semi-conscious Stan to Stan's car. "Did… did Cartman hurt you?" Stan slurred, putting up a drowsy looking fight when Kenny opened the passenger seat for him. I hadn't realized I had started crying until I saw the small indents in the snow in front of me, from where my tears had fell and melted it. "Come on. Let's get you home." Kenny sighed, and it was then that I noticed him patting my back. I sobbed, standing slowly, Kenny supporting my shaking form. I looked to the sky just before I climbed into the back seat of Stan's Volkswagen. Something cold fell on my cheek and melted, becoming one with my tears and sliding down my cheek. It's snowing again…