Chapter 10: Opportunities

Death has always frightened me. I'm not sure why though… It might be because of the uncertainty of what happens after you die. Being the smartest girl in school, I like to know everything. Not knowing what will happen to me after I die is very frightening.

As I look around, all I see is an ocean of black. My boyfriend, Stan Marsh, drug me along with him to Ike's funeral. I would be ok with this if it wasn't for the fact that he ditched me right in the middle of the ceremony to stand with Kyle. I would also be ok with that if it wasn't for the fact that he had his arm wrapped tightly around Kyle's waist. Call me strange, but I don't like to see my boyfriend so close to another person.

I push some stray hair out of my face and behind my ear. Mrs. Broflovski screams as the lower Ike's coffin into the ground. That's another reason I hate death. There is so much crying… I watch as Kyle buries his face into Stan's chest. I clench my dress as Stan whispers in his ear. I know I shouldn't be feeling this way. Stan has always been loyal. Besides, Kyle is really hurting and needs him. But then again… So do I… Tears pour down my face. Not because of Ike. I barely knew the kid. It's because of the funeral in general. I hate them! I hate that people dress all in black. I hate that everyone is crying!

The hair I pushed back falls onto my face again. I remember my mother's funeral. I was fourteen. Everyone kept saying sorry to me, but I couldn't even look them in the eyes. I begin to shake as they start trying to pull Mrs. Broflovski away from the grave. More and more people being to go hysterical. I can't take this anymore! I turn to leave with something grabs my wrist. Stan must have seen how uncomfortable I was! I turn to look into my loving boyfriend's eyes but instead I find myself face-to-face with Eric Cartman.

He stares at me with a somber look on his face. Why was he here? Doesn't he hate Kyle? Why the hell is he holding my wrist? So many questions start running through my head while he just continues to stare at me like he knows what's wrong. My resolve breaks, and I throw myself into his arms. I can tell that surprises him because he stumbles a bit.

"Shouldn't you be making fun of me for being so weak?" I whisper into his chest. He chuckles but doesn't say anything. I guess Cartman has a heart somewhere in all that lard.

"Shouldn't you're stupid ass hippie boyfriend be here?" he finally asks. I can hear a tone of hostility in his voice.

"He's with Kyle," I reply trying to block out the sounds of everyone's mournful tears.

"Ha, figures he'd be with the Jew."

"Shouldn't you be with Kyle? I would think you would relish this opportunity to make him feel even worse than he already does."

"It has crossed my mind, but I wouldn't want to end up in the hospital like Kinny."

"I don't think Kyle would beat you that badly."

"No, but your gay boyfriend would."

"Why are you here, Cartman?" I ask in a serious tone. He doesn't reply right away.

"I knew that you would be upset about the funeral, and I also knew that your dumbass boyfriend would be too concerned with Kahl to confort you. So yeah…"

I feel my face heat up. Cartman came here just for me? I know we use to have a thing for each other back in Elementary school, but that was a very long time ago. I have Stan. He has… no one. Now that I think of it, Cartman has never had a girlfriend before.

"That is a stupid reason to come here." I reply taking a step back and wiping my eyes.

"Yeah, I thought so too," he says running his fingers through his hair. A small smile begins to form on my face.

"Thank you, Eric." I whisper as I turn away from him.

"Whatever, you dumb bitch." he sighs. I cover my mouth to keep from laughing. I glace back over to Stan and Kyle. They seem to be back to normal. Back to being super best friends. Stan took this opportunity to get close to Kyle again while Cartman took this opportunity to get close to me. I guess that makes me happy?

It's weird to think that my mortal enemy was the one to comfort me instead of my "true love." I run my fingers over my lips. What's even more weird is that I can't remember what Stan's lips feel like even though we kissed a thousand times, but I can still feel Eric's lips from that one kiss. Call me crazy, but I think I still like that asshole.