Ok, before we go on with this chapter, I'll have to say that I put something in this chapter that may be a little shocking. It's just the way that Cartman acts with Butters. Just so you know. I don't know, I just wanted to tell you, so you wouldn't say "that girl's stupid! Cartman would never act like that!" He just may seem out of character. anyways, on with chapter 14! Wow, this is longer than I thought!

Chapter 14: Resting

Cartman and Butters were unaware of Stan and Kyle running away. So that meant the best friends got ahead start, and Cartman and Butters couldn't see them anymore. "It's getting dark," said Cartman, as he looked up at the sky. "They're bond to stop and rest. And so shall we."

"I think we lost them," Kyle said.

"Over there," Stan said, pointing to a big bolder. And he stopped next to it. "We can rest here." He sat down with Kyle. "How did Butters find out, Kyle?"

Kyle was silent, but finally spoke. "I guess Butters heard me crying. He came, and I told him that you died. But I didn't tell him that it was me who did it. But he saw the bloody sword and the wound on your stomach. So...he just knew it was me. He probably then told Cartman."

"Oh." Stan looked down at his shoes, but was tempted to ask another question. "Kyle?"

"Yes Stan?"

"How long did you know about that reward?"

The Jew sighed. "I was having these...dreams."

Stan grew really curious.

"Bug Feet was in them. He told me I needed to find a reward, to trust no one, and that...it would start today."

"Dude, I have been having the same dreams. They really freaked me out."

"Same here! I was so scared when I woke up the second time. So...I thought if I heard your voice I would feel better."

Stan kept listening to his best friend talk.

"So I called you, asking you about our homework."

"You mean...the homework didn't bother you?"

"Not really. I was just scared. It was an excuse to talk to you, so I wouldn't be scared anymore."

"So the whole time, I wasn't the only one who had those dreams. I didn't know."

"I didn't know either."

"Who is this Bug Feet? Why is he doing this?"

"I have no idea! I wish I knew. But I'm really sorry I took this too seriously."

"I am, too. Those scars that you have, I gave them to you."

"It's ok, Stan."

"Hey." Stan got his backpack, and reached inside, taking a piece of paper out. "It's my assignment for my future. Do you wanna read it?"

"Sure." He took the paper and began reading.

My Future

My name is Stan Marsh, and I want my life to be successful. I'm nine years old, and I still have a long way to go. So that means I have plenty of time, but I need to work hard.

I don't want my life to be dump. I wanna stay away from drugs, and I won't have sex until I'm married. I'm gonna get good grades, and work hard on my music. I wanna be a rock star with my best friend, Kyle Broflovski, and work hard in my band.

My family is very important to me, even though I think they're wacked out. So I want to do the best for them, also. And Wendy Testaburger is the love of my life. She always has been. And she always will be. My life should never be bad. It should be good.

"That was great, Stan," Kyle said when he was done reading. "I'm getting really tired."

"Yeah, we should get some sleep. The sun is about to go down."

And so the two boys lay down on the cold ground, and went to sleep.

Cartman and Butters already had their rest stop, and were now sleeping. Well, Butters was, but not Cartman. He couldn't get to sleep, because he had to think this all out. There was this prize, and he had to get it. But he had to stop Stan and Kyle. He then heard whimpering, and looked over at Butters.

The blond-haired kid seemed to be having a disturbing sleep. "Kyle, no, you didn't do it!" he mumbled. "You didn't! You can't! No!"

Cartman felt annoyed, but then he realized for some reason, that maybe Butters had every right to be this way. Even if Kyle said it was an accident, it was still very shocking. Besides, he knew that Kyle was a Jew, and couldn't trust him. He could kill anybody. The fat boy sighed, and inched closer to Butters. He took his hand. "It's alright, Butters. We'll get through this. And I'll make sure that Jew doesn't hurt either one of us."

Surprisingly, Butters calmed down, and squeezed Cartman's hand.

The fat boy knew it was annoying for the wimp to hold his hand, but it seemed to calm him down. Nothing bad would happen. Butters wouldn't panic, and neither would Cartman.

"Eric..."

Cartman gasped, when he thought he heard somebody whisper his name. But it was probably just the wind.

Ok. So I watched Super Fun Time. And I just think Cartman and Butters are cute together. NOT gay for each other, just...I just think they're cute just being together. So..I just had to put that in. Please review!