Kyle's POV:

Not only was it strange to see Kenny at school today, but because he was taking the midterm exams for English in class with me today. He's a smart guy for sure, although he just doesn't want to put effort into anything he does. After that class I followed him down the hallway and asked, "Did you know that we're going out?"

He laughed pretty hard for a couple seconds before catching his breath. "Yeah, I know", he replied. "Also, I'm coming home with you today. I hope your parents don't mind the smell of pot."

I wanted to talk about something else though. This conversation wasn't supposed to be about our strange relationship, but about a deeper matter. I focused the words out in my head before saying them, and then said, "Cartman told me a while back that he had killed someone. Of course he said he was just joking, but I've looked into his notebooks. I know he did. You're a close friend of his. If you know anything…"

"That's strange", he mumbled back to me. "I've never heard him say that, ever. I'm sure he was joking around with you."

We got into the lunch line together and Clyde came over to us. He got in the middle of us and said to me, "There's a picture going around the school of you and Stan kissing, Kyle. Are you two really fags?"

My body felt separate from my own skin and everything at the moment had been inverted to shock and confusion. How did someone get a picture of that? It's been about a year sense anything between us happened. I didn't want to believe it, but the first person I thought of who would do this is Cartman. Although, he had just gotten out of the hospital and it doesn't seem like he would do that now. I trusted him and I think he trusts me. I asked, "Who sent that picture to you, Clyde?"

"I'm not tellin' you", he said back to me. He walked away laughing his ass off. Kenny didn't seem shocked at all. He grabbed his wallet out of his pocket grabbing lunch money and shuddered, "Well, I always thought you two were fucking."

"It's not like that", I retorted. "A year ago I had a thing for him and he did too, but his parents caught us together doing…stuff. That's when it ended. We haven't done anything sense. He's straight, actually."

It seemed like everyone in the lunch room would look at me for a couple seconds. Chills went up me as I made my way through the lunch line, but all I could think about was just rushing out of the school as fast as I could.

Cartman couldn't have done this. Once I got out of the line with my food I sat down at an empty table. Kenny sat next to me and grabbed my French fries. All he was able to buy was a juice box. We sat in silence until someone else came to our table, Butters.

"I can sit here right", he asked. "I don't have anywhere else to sit."

"Sure. Why the fuck not?"

Butters was the kid that everyone in the school seemed to pick on. He used to be a really nice kid and I guess he still is, but there's days where you'll just here that he got in a fight with someone and ended up breaking the persons nose. He still wears his turquoise jacket and acts as innocent as can be, but something about him changed over the year. Maybe he was starting to learn that the Earth isn't as good as a place as he always thought it was. He was a little shorter than me, but doesn't look as weak when you see him in a fight. He ate his food slowly while staring at me strange, which got me curious and I said, "What's your fucking problem?"

"Oh, uhm", he murmured. "Well, there's a picture going around the school showing you and Stan kissing."

I gripped onto my fork and joked, "I know. It's great, isn't it? Yup, I'm a big fucking faggot and everyone knows about it now. Stan's going to hate me forever and it's not even his fucking fault. Things couldn't get much fucking better."

"Oh buttercups, I'm sorry", he said quietly. I finished my food and questioned Butters, "Do you know who sent you the picture?"

"Well, apparently Cartman was sending it to everyone this morning. It makes sense he hates you for being jewish and stuff. Jeez, I'm sorry about everything. You can come to talk to me whenever you want."

That was the last fucking straw. I slammed my fist down on the table, stood up, and rushed out of the lunch room. Kenny was following me and stopped me in the hallway, "Dude, what do you think you're going to do?"

"I'm going home", I yelled. "That fat fucking fucker is living and my house and ruining my fucking life. Not only mine, but Stan's too. And I don't want to talk to him today because he'll probably tear off my fucking head. You can come over later tonight, but this three way dating thing or whatever this sick game Cartman is trying to play is off for now."

I pushed him away from me before running as fast as I could to the backdoors of the school. I pushed my way out through the doors and the snow only got worse. Once I was passed the parking lot and to the drive way, I got down on my knees in the snow and started screaming. I didn't stop until I noticed that some cars were slowing down to look at me. On the way home I dreaded the fact that I would probably have to kick him out of my house or if my mom would find out. If she found out, I'd probably go to one of those places Butters got sent to when he was a kid.

When I got home I realized mom wasn't home, which was good because I didn't want her to hear me fighting if I did end up getting in a fight. I got into my room and Cartman was playing the piano, relaxed and seemed almost ghost like. I don't know how to describe it, but he seemed so different when he was playing music then he does in real life. I walked over to him and said his name. He didn't hear me at all. I tried to say it louder but nothing worked. So I did the only thing I thought I could do – I placed one finger down on a key and he jumped out of his chair in fear.

"What the fucking hell, Kahl", he screamed at me. "Aren't you supposed to be at school?"

"I left. I know you've been showing some picture of Stan and I kissing around the entire school and now everyone thinks I'm a flaming fag. Why would you do that after everything my family has done to try and help you."

"Wait, what", he gasped in shock. He looked surprised, confused; like I was speaking some foreign language. "I don't have a phone, I haven't figured out how to get internet on my laptop here, and you're computer is password protected. How do you expect me to send pictures to everyone at school of you two? And I do appreciate everything you've gave me. I've been playing this piano sense I got home from seeing some dipshit therapist."

At that moment I realized that Eric didn't send the pictures. It wasn't possible – not with that face that he just gave me. But I still felt a little suspicious. He was an asshole to me for a long time and I wouldn't be that surprised if he tried to pull some type of shit like this off on me. "I'm the biggest asshole", I said under my breath. "But if you didn't, who did and why?"

"I don't know. It's not going to be that bad that everyone knows you like cock. I mean, there are a couple gay people at our school and Bebe is a lesbian. They don't get pushed around. Maybe it's better that everyone can see the real side of you, you know?"

"No, it's not", I argued back. "Would you want everyone in the school to know that you were raped by your mother's daily customers?"

He sat down on the carpet and took his jacket off, putting his hands over his eyes. I couldn't keep my fucking mouth shut, could I?

"I didn't mean that, Eric. I'm sorry. You can punch me in the face or something if you want. I deserve it."

"Fuck off. Now you want me to punch you to prove that I'm such a big asshole that I need to avenge myself after being offended? I'm not angry with you and I still like you, I just need you to fuck off right now. Please."

His eyes kept twitching and he was doing this weird thing with his head. He started rocking back and forth while sitting on the ground and I said, "I'm leaving, but I'll be back in here in about thirty minutes to make sure you're ok."

I walked out of my room and headed towards the kitchen. I hadn't checked my blood sugar all day, so I decided I'd do that. My mother seems to always lose my insulin, so it took me a while to find it. Of course, she left it in the pantry next to a bag of pretzels. I took both, took my dose of insulin, then sat down at the table and eat the bag of pretzels quietly by myself. It didn't feel right leaving him in that room because he could easily try to kill himself, but I didn't want to break his trust. I already pushed it today.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I took it out even though I knew what was coming. It was a message from Stan saying, "I fucking hate you." I shoved my phone back in my pocket and went back to my room. Cartman was still rocking back in forth staring at the carpet. I sat next to him, put a hand on his shoulder, and he stopped. His head slowly turned to me and his eyes were wide open staring at me. I said, "Do you want to talk about what happened today with the therapist?"

He breathed heavily, and rubbed his hand through his hair. "She was just really quick with everything", he shared. "Like five minutes into the thing and she wanted to talk about my mom's suicide and shit. I don't want to go to my mother's funeral and I don't know why. My nightmares are getting worse and I feel like I'm going to end up hurting more people."

I got up closer to him and he kept going, "I just don't want to be this person anymore. I'm sick of every time I take off my shirt there's that fat belly hanging down. I hate all these cuts that I've put on myself, but for some reason I go back to the blade over and over. It's just like this fucking cycle and I can't ever break it."

We sat together in silence holding onto each other. Every once in a while he would start to cry and I would comfort him, but he just seem so out of it. The doorbell rang a couple hours later and I rushed to it. Before I even got the chance to open the door, Kenny comes in smoking a cigarette. We go to my room and sit down together on the floor next to the piano. Cartman told him everything he told me and pretty much gave some advice that almost sounded exactly like mine. That got me to thinking – maybe nothing we've said to him is actually affecting him. He's just hearing the same shit over and over.

"You forgot your necklace at my house", Kenny said pulling out the Iron Cross necklace. Cartman put it around his neck and kissed him, then looked at me. He was smiling for the first time all day and his intentions seemed obvious now. I rubbed one of my hands on his leg and kissed him, then turned myself to give Kenny a kiss too. He took off my shirt and I responded by taking off his while Eric kept his on.

I felt bad for being such a horny bastard. Cartman was probably as confused as I was about what he was doing. It was clear he didn't like us seeing him shirtless even if we didn't mind it. It was a personal matter for him and I learned to respect that.

"I want to keep my shirt on", he said. "I'm sorry if that takes away most of the fun."

I pulled my pants and boxers down and intrigued both of the boys as to being the first guy naked. Kenny did the same, then unzipped Cartman's pants. He looked nervous and I didn't know if this was such a good idea, but then he smiled again and helped pull his bottom clothes off. There was this pile of our clothes stacked up on the piano seat. All of our bodies were rubbing against each other which kept us warm even in my cold bedroom. I went down on Cartman and took his manhood in my mouth. His moans were loud and beautiful to my ears.

Kenny tapped me on the shoulder and I took a break, letting him take over. He was obviously better at this than I was, but it didn't bother me. Once he had finished Eric, he got on this position on his knees and said, "Come on Kyle. Show me what you can do."

I put my hands on his sides and looked at Cartman as I made my way inside. It was my first time being on top, which was cool because I always thought of myself as a bottom. It took a couple minutes for Kenny to finally finish off and beg me to let him rest. That's when the tables turned and Eric enforced, "I want you to do what you just did to Kenny to me now." I took his orders and laid on top of his chest as he nodded his head as a yes. I slowly put myself in and brought my lips to his as I pushed myself into him.

At that moment, we had a connection that couldn't be broken. He shared me something that was precious to me and I wasn't afraid to be a part of him now. Whatever secrets he still had and whatever things he's done weren't as important. Everything between the pictures around school and Stan probably wanting to kill me didn't matter. All that did at this moment was us, even Kenny as he watched me.

"Fuck dude", I groaned to him. "You ready?"

"I'm ready."

I gasped out and came inside of him. My body grew tired all of a sudden and I wanted to sleep. I took myself out and fell back on the carpet. That's when a knock came to the door. All three of us looked at each other stupidly for a second and started throwing our clothes back on.

"Who is it", I asked out loud. The door opened and Kenny got underneath the bed as Cartman sat down on the piano seat pretending like he was perfectly fine. I stood up and looked directly at the person at the door. It was Stan.

He rushed over to me and yelled, "You fucking asshole! I had to quit football today because everyone thinks I'm a faggot. It's your fault someone got a picture of this. Everyone says that you did it, Cartman."

"I didn't do shit", he cursed out. "It's not my fault or Kyle's. It's not even your fault. Besides, who's the one that said that I was the one who did it?"

"Butters. Why does that matter?"

I looked over to Cartman as his face turned to this violent grin. He looked like he was going to kill someone. "That's strange", I said. "Butters told me that too."

Cartman stood up and went to the closet. I saw him put on his mittens and cap. He looked back on us for a second and before walking out of my room he said, "Stay here. I'll be back."

The door slammed and Kenny got out from under the bed. The only thing that came to my mind was, "What the fuck is going on?"