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OK, winding it down with some kinda KenCart fluff. OMG I love Kenny! So yeah, have fun and thanks to all who reviewed...I have over 50 reviews! SQEEEEE! Oh, btw, the full name of the chapter is this, not the shortened version. (Look down now)

Help! I'm Trapped in a Jew's Body!

Ch. 10: The Chapter Where Kenny Actually Holds Some Significance...And Doesn't Die, Either.

As we walked home, we met up with Kyle's accomplices.

"Stan! Hey, Stan! Kenny, are you guys OK?"

The jogged up to us. "Hey," Stan responded, "we're cool, dude. You and Cartman got Clyde Frog?"

"Yeah, dude. It was awesome! Did you see their faces?!"

"Totally!"

I watched, a little jealous. They had risked their own skins for me, and now they were excluding me yet again, reviling in their adventures. I hardly even noticed Kenny until he had slipped right next to me.

"Mmf."

I jumped. "Jeez, Kenneh! Don't sneak up on me like that!"

"Mph," he apologized, "hmp, mf-mm."

I nodded. "Yeah, fine. Kahl."

He looked up, still smiling from Stan's comment. "Uh-huh?"

"I'm going with Kenneh. Uh...thanks."

He looked surprised. "Yeah, no problem, Cartman. It...it was my fault anyway."

With a shy smile, I left with the hooded boy. We made our way to Starks Pond. More out of habit than anything else, we had always gone as kids, after all. We were the only ones there, and Kenny pulled off his hid, long blond hair falling around his face down to the nape of his neck. He only ever took his hood off in front of me. Like I've said, we're probably the closest since Stan and Kyle have their 'bestie' thing going on. We're not as sweet to each other as them, but we don't have to be. The trust is there.

I frowned, noticing a few dark bruises along the blond's face. "Kenneh...?"

"Steven and Mike," he explained, voice unmuffled due to the lack of cloth in front of his mouth. Wow, that sounded dirty. "I fell back so Stan wouldn't get hurt when they started gaining on us," he continued. "I mean, what's another death, right?" he laughed nervously. "But I didn't actually die. The person they really wanted to hurt was you, er...Kyle, technically."

"Oh."

"So, my turn to ask questions. Why are you so depressed?"

"Hm, lets see, Kenneh. I'M TRAPPED IN A JEW'S BODY! I HATE KAHL! AND NOW THAT I'M HIM, I STILL GET ALL MY OWN CRAP!"

He frowned. "What crap?"

I paused. How could I explain it? "I...I guess I thought, if I was Kahl, at least people'd actually like me. But...now people just think Jewboy's lost his touch and the fat idiot's just gotten nicer. It's not fair."

Kenny looked up at the cloudy sky. His messy blond hair fell over his eyes. "Well, you switched bodies, not personalities. Eric—Cartma—Eric. Kyle's just as independent as you. Maybe even more. He needs help from others though 'cause he's just a kid. But...people like to help him because he's so kind and tries so hard to work things out himself. Kyle is...the kind of person people like to help. People feel obligated to because he's so endearing. You try to be independent too. Like him, you need help. But you don't make people feel good about helping you, you're very ungrateful. You annoy people."

I sighed. "Yeah. You're right."

He gave a small laugh coupled with a little smile. "But I expect that from you. You're my friend, Eric. Don't think that being anyone but yourself will be easy. You're not supposed to be anyone but you."

"K-Kenneh...wow."

He giggled. "Yeah, yeah. You're welcome. You guys'll be back to your own bodies, I just know it."

Damn, Kenny was something! I felt so much better now. He had the confidence I needed. While I was feeling level-headed, I decided to try to do a better job of sorting things out with Kyle. A confrontation where we didn't scream at each other was long overdue.

Whoo, but what happens when he goes to Kyle?! A short chapter, that's what, so bear with me, the last two chapters are super-short. Review please!