Hey hey! Didn't think I would update this quickly, did you? Well, the last reviews were VERY touching, as well as I am going through some big changes in my life right now and I have a lot of anxiety going on so writing this story is very therapeutic for me.

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"Hey Kahl, you gonna hit up Stan and see if you, him, and Wendy can have a menage-a-tois tonight?"

"Fuck you, Cartman." My roommate retorted with a mouth full of cereal, spoon in his right-hand and texting with his left.

I laughed as I bit down on a donut. It was Friday, Febuaray the 14th and the two of us were up early and getting ready for work, as we always do on Friday. It was kinda funny, because this was usually the only time we would sit down and eat together…. Totally unintentional of course. But then it again it was Valentine's Day…. But fuck it. It's early in the morning. It's not anything faggish going on.

"Come now Kahl," I said with my mouthful. "You should open your mind a little bit. You gotta lose that V-card somehow,"

The Jew stopped texting and averted his eyes to me.

"What makes you think I'm still a virgin?" He asked.

I laughed. "It's quite obvious, Kahl."

"How so?"

"All your faggy ways, for one," I smiled.

He rolled his eyes and took another bite of his cereal. "Well I'm sure you'll have a very romantic Valentine's Day date with your right-hand tonight, Cartman."

"Fuck you, Kahl!" I said as I dropped my donut on the table so that I could slam my two hands on the table.

"Quiet, Fatass! You'll wake up Butters and Kenny!" He snapped.

I cleared my throat, trying to calm myself.

"Now Kahl, you and I both know that I have banged plenty of chicks," I said.

The daywalker was in the middle of chewing and almost spit out the food as he started laughing. He covered his mouth to keep it down and then he drank some orange juice.

"Yeah Cartman, suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuure." He said with a huge eat-shit grin.

"GAHDAMMIT KAHL, YOU DIRTY-"

"I've gotta finish getting ready, Cartman." He interrupted me as he stood up and grabbed his dishes. He got up and put them in the sink. Walking towards his room, he turned to me and said, "I'll have all my dishes done when I come back from work tonight," He said as he shut the door.

MONDAY

After coming back from my Probability class with Dr. Priest, I figured it would be a good time to take out the trash since it was my week to do it. It was hard not to drag it because it was really heavy. Half-way on the way to the dumpsters, I stopped to give myself a break and I observed the giant bag. I could see quite a few beer bottles. Were these Kenny's or Kyle's? Probably both. It kinda totally sucks if the Jew is drinking again, but I guess I can't be too pissed about it, since his brother did just die. Still, I can't help but wonder how long it will be before he causes another over-the-top dramatic shit-show while he's drunk.

When I got back, I found that the Jew and the faggy-blonde were talking to each other excitedly at the bar area.

"Hey Fatass!" The redhead greeted me cheerily.

"Hey Kike," I greeted him as I walked up to the kitchen sink to wash my hands.

"Hello Eric," Butters greeted, smiling. "Kyle's going to Canada this summer!" He announced happily.

I lifted my eyebrows, impressed. "What for, Jew?"

"Study abroad for my major," He explained.

"And it's not just Canada, it's Montreal!" He clarified.

"To speak your Faggy French?" I asked.

"That's not why I'm going there, Cartman." He said as his face dropped at my remark. "It'll be all internal business classes that I'll be taking up there. And it's a great place to study abroad. See, the economy in Quebec is doing really well right now. But being able to practice my French is an added bonus,"

"Gee, you're so lucky, Kyle!" The blonde gushed. "We never get any opportunities like that in my major. I guess there's no need for Early Childhood Education majors to study abroad…" He looked down, sadly.

I shrugged. "Well congrats, Jew. How are you paying for it?"

"I've got money saved up," the Jew explained. "Plus, there's a Global Scholarship that I'm going to apply for,"

"Ah, that's right," I said. "I forgot for a split second- you're Jewish! Of course you have a hidden stash."

The daywalker flicked me off.

"Well, I think it's going to be an incredible opportunity!" Butters piped in.

"Congratulations!" The blonde said as he hugged the Jew.

Butters. Such a fag.

"Butters-!" The redhead stammered as he awkwardly tried to hug the fag in return, but it was obvious by his body language that he was taken by surprise and he didn't really find it called for.

I watched the awkward hug and mused on the thought of this study abroad. Ya know, maybe this will actually be good for the Jew. Maybe once he's done, he'll gain some newfound confidence and not be so fucking emo all the time. That would be kinda nice for a change.

WEDNESDAY

Typically after I get out of my biostats class I just kill time before my probability class with Dr. Priest. I was so fucking tired and sleepy that I decided to get some coffee frappachino- mocha-latte-bullshit to keep me up, and as usual I turned on the volume on my phone walking into the building.

3 missed calls from Kenny…. WTF?

I called him back while I got in line at the local café on campus.

"What's up Poor Boy?"

"Hey Fatass, where are you?"

"In line at Jazzy's, what's going on?"

"Dude, it's Kyle."

My heart dropped.

"I'm in the waiting room at the school clinic," He explained. "He's being taken care of now. We were just chilling and bullshittin, and he got up to use the bathroom, and he just totally fainted in the main area," He explained.

"The fuck?" I asked

"I know," The blonde continued. "I'm thinking it's his diabetes or something."

"Fucking Jew!" I exclaimed as I walked out of the line and headed out of the café. "Has he not been taking his insulin?!"

"I'm sure he has," Kenny responded. "You know how responsible he is."

Yeah, when he's sober, I thought.

"Okay well I'm on my way there," I said.

"'Kay. Bye."

"Bye."

When I finally got to the school clinic, I was huffing and puffing from all the running. I stepped into the waiting room and immediately saw the Poor Boy, who was wearing a grey hoodie.

"Have you seen the Kike?" I asked, still breathing hard.

He shook his head. "Nope. Been waiting for a while," He responded.

"The doctor says you can see your friend now," A nurse came in and said to Kenny.

He stood up and we both followed her down the narrow hallway. She knocked on his door and then let us in.

"Are you Kyle's friends?" An older, African-American woman asked us.

"Yeah," I said and Kenny mumbled "mm-hmm".

"I'm Dr. Brown, nice to meet you." She outstretched her hand to the both of us and we both shook her hand.

I thought it was funny that her last name was brown. Heheheheh.

I looked over at Kyle who was sitting up on the bed. He had a tray folding out in front of him and was eating juice and crackers. His facial expression was apathetic.

"So we just ran some tests," The doctor explained. "As you may or may not already know, Kyle has had Diabetes Type One since he was very young," She explained.

"But after the tests, it's starting to look like his kidneys are building up a resistance to his insulin,"

The redhead rolled his eyes. I could tell he was not having this.

"As I explained to Kyle," Dr. Brown went on. "We'll either have to up the amount of insulin that he's taking, or we'll have to try other supplementary medications," She said.

"Yaaaaaaaaaay!" Kyle said drearily.

The doctor laughed. "It's really not that bad, Kyle. We'll just have to find out what will work through trial-and-error," She said in a nonchalant tone, as if it was nothing.

"And I totally have time for that," He retorted sarcastically.

For whatever reason, I started feeling bad for the doctor. That or I was really getting sick of the Jew's negative, shitty attitude. Probably the latter.

"Shut yer fucking Jew-mouth!" I snapped. "Can't you see she's just doing her goddamn job?!"

"Dude!" Kenny exclaimed. The doctor's eyes widen.

"…..Sorry," I mumbled.

"… It's quite alright," Dr. Brown said. "So Kyle, take it easy for the rest of the day, and hopefully I can see you the beginning of next week, alright?"

"Alright," He begrudgingly said.

Kenny got on one side of him while I got on the other as we got ready to help him stand up. He took Kenny's side, slowly stood up, and then insisted that he could walk fine now.

After we got to the front, we waited by the "freebies" while the Jew made his next appointment. Kenny grabbed a paper bag and stuffed it with condoms.

Finally, the redhead turned around to both of us and said he was ready to go.

FRIDAY NIGHT

While I was watching Inception for the umpteenth million time, it was hard to block out Kenny and Kyle coming back from Christ-knows-where, being drunk, loud and stupid. I paused the movie and cracked open my door to watch the debauchery.

"Duuuuude, that wasss SO funny when that chick turned you down!" The redhead giggled as he got out his keys to go to his room.

"Dude she was just prude as fuck," The blonde retorted.

"Whatever!" Kyle said as he went into his room. He quickly returned to the main area with a huge bottle of tequila. "You're just losing your game, Kenny!" He laughed.

The Poor Boy and I watched the redhead carried the large tequila bottle into the kitchen and proceeded to get two shot glasses out of the cabinet.

"Duuuuude," Kenny said. "You're gonna KEEP drinking? Really?!"

"Yep," The Jew responded seriously. "I'm doing a shot, and YOU'RE doing one with me."

"But we already had several lemon drops at Eleven!" The blonde retorted. "And didn't you have at LEAST 3 long island ice teas?"

The redhead shrugged, as he poured out two tall shots.

"Doesssn't matter, bra. You can handle it."

The White-trash roommate shook his head. "Nahh, Kyle. I'm done for the night."

Kyle gave Kenny a death-stare, as if he was really pissed. Then, without saying a word, he grabbed the shot glass closer to him and swiftly did a shot.

"Fine then," He said as he slammed the empty shot glass back down. "I'll drink yours," He said as he tossed the second one back.

"Christ, dude!" Despite his drunken stupor, the blonde was starting to show real concern on his face.

"You've had enough, dude. Just go to bed."

I knew as soon as Kenny said that that Kyle would go off on him.

And sure enough, he did.

"Ya know what, Kenny?" He said as he poured another shot and tossed the third shot back. "Fuck YOU!" He said, as he threw both glasses on the ground and walked out of the kitchen as they shattered.

"The FUCK, Kyle?" Kenny said, now really scared. Then his face blanched as the redhead started to head to the door.

"Stop it, Jew!" I yelled as I finally decided to make my appearance more noticeable.

"Where are you going?!" Kenny asked frantically.

"I'm going back to Eleven," He announced. "Because SOMEONE wanted to be a fucking fag and leave early!" He said while giving an ugly look to Kenny.

Kenny made the mistake of trying to reason with him.

"But you're drunk!"

"FUCK YOU!" Was all the redhead said as he slammed the door.

"Christ… He's actually going to drive?" Kenny asked.

"We gotta stop that asshole!" I said as the two of us attempted to run after him. When we ran outside we both heard the sound of the ignition being started and it was coming from the far right. We saw him in his car over to the right as he turned his headlights on.

"KYLE!" Kenny yelled. We both hurried and over and tried to stop him, but by the time we made it to his parking spot he had already pulled out.

I sighed and watched the cold winter air come out of my mouth, feeling like I've failed. Then I mumbled to myself;

"Fuck you, Kahl. Fuck. You."