"Damn it!" Cartman yelled smacking my hand away. "I don't fucking remember who you are!"
I growled. "You don't have to yell," I said, trying not to yell. "I'm just trying to help you remember,"
He sighed, "The doctor told me not to try too hard," he said. I sighed then someone knocked on my door. I walked to the door and opened it. "Oh, hey Kyle," I said.
"Hey Kenny," Kyle said walking into the room. "I'm sorry about Cartman," he said.
"It's not like he's dead, but thanks," he said. "I'm glad you came, I hope this works,"
We walked to the room and found Cartman sitting in the middle of the room, whispering to himself. "Hey fatass what are you doing?" Kyle said. I looked at him angrily. "Sorry, I thought it would help,"
Cartman looked up at us, "Hey, what's that Jew-fag doing here?" Cartman asked.
"How the hell did you know I was a Jew, if you can't remember anything?" Kyle yelled. "Damn it Cartman, you better not be faking it!"
Cartman laughed. "Goddamnit! I'm not faking it! I just seemed to remember you," he said. "You guys didn't answer my question! Why the fuck are you here?"
"I came to help you!" Kyle yelled. "You better stop fucking around and let me help you, Fatass!"
Cartman grunted and stood. "Fine! How the fuck are you going to help me?" he asked.
Two hours passed and all Cartman could remember was Kyle and part of his past. Kyle was a big help, though. After the first thirty minutes, though, I began to think he was faking.
"Gah!" Cartman fell on his hands and knees, one hand holding onto the side of his head. After a while he stood, "I remembered something." He said. Kyle and I leaned closer to him. "I'm dating Leopold "Butters" Stotch" he said.
My eyes widened. How could he have remembered that? That must be one of his past memories, what if he thinks that Kyle and Stan are still dating? Damn it! Why won't he remember me? "Actually Cartman…you broke up with Butters a long time ago," I said.
He gasped. "Why?" he asked.
"Well, because he cheated on you with Craig," I said. Kyle chuckled lightly. Cartman shot him a glare and I laughed. I wish everything would go back to the way it was when we were in the forth grade. When Kyle and Cartman would always fight, I would always follow Cartman's side. To when Cartman liked being around me…
Kyle left and I was just sitting there with Cartman, on the couch. We were watching re-runs of Terrance and Phillip. This might help him remember the good times we used to have when watching this.
"Hahaha!" Cartman broke out laughing when Terrance farted on Phillip. I forced out a laugh. Of course I couldn't laugh at these anymore…I've seen them too many times. Terrance farted a second time and Cartman fell to the floor laughing, "Hahaha, he did it again!"
I watched Cartman's ass as he rolled on the floor laughing. Just like the good old days…
"Cartman, I have to get going," I said. He looked up at me clearing the tears from his eyes. "It's getting late and we have school tomorrow," I said. Cartman nodded and waved me goodbye. I waved back and left.
I knew I didn't want to leave, but I just couldn't stand being there anymore; the fact that Cartman couldn't remember me hurt. I blame myself for what happened that day. If I would have gone home right after school, he wouldn't have found me at Stark's Pond and I wouldn't have gone to his house; and if I didn't go to his house, we wouldn't have gone out to where he was hit by the car.
Tears fell from my eyes as I walked down the road. Good thing it's night so no one can see me cry. I let the tears fall without a care for anyone seeing me. "Kenny?" I heard a voice come up from behind me. I looked up from the ground and saw Stan standing before me. "Kenny, what's wrong?" he asked. I let out tiny sobs and I gasped for air. Then my feet took over. I ran to Stan and wrapped my arms around him. "Kenny?"
"I don't know what to do Stan," I said sobbing into his chest. He placed his hands on my back and pulled me closer (if that was even possible). "Cartman doesn't remember anything, other than Kyle and a few parts of his past," I said in between sobs. "He even remembers Butters," I said. "I don't know how I can get him to remember me,"
Stan placed his chin on my head and sighed. "Kenny," he began, "It's going to take time for him to remember the most important things," he said. I stayed silent, other than my sobs. "Try to be patient, within time he'll remember you,"
Stan held me for what seemed to be forever, and when we broke apart I wanted to get closer to him again but knew I couldn't. Stan walked me home, and he also stayed the night. He comforted me when I awoke screaming.
The next morning Stan and I walked to Cartman's house to go pick him up.
I knocked on his door. When he opened the door Stan and I greeted, "Good morning Cartman,"
He grinned and we headed for the bus stop. Kyle was already there waiting for our arrival. "Hey guys," Kyle said.
"Hey Jew," Cartman said. Kyle snarled at him, but then turned to me.
"Any luck after I left?" Kyle asked. I shrugged shaking my head. "Oh, well, he'll remember sooner or later,"
"That's almost exactly what I said," Stan said with a laugh. Kyle laughed, causing me to laugh. Cartman looked at us and shrugged.
"You guys are weird," Cartman said.
Kyle looked over at him. "Well, you used to hang-out with us, so that makes you weird, Cartman," he said.
We all then ended up laughing.
The bus came and we all got on it, and we headed off to school…Just like the old days…