Kenny

"What did you want to see me about??" Cartman had called me to his house, which is strange considering that school just finished. He usually just goes home and goes to sleep after school… or so I thought.

"I… well, it's like… we're good friends and stuff… and I'm in a world of trouble," He said and all of a sudden I was interested in what he had to say.

"It's… this… girl, she's this new girl and I think I kind of like her," He says.

"So?" I ask confused.

"So? What do I do?" He asked. Well I got to admit Cartman knows nothing about girls, I think the most contact he has ever had with a girl is the time he spent pissing Wendy off.

"Talk to her… you have a way with words," I say honestly, he convinced gingers to exterminate non-gingers… if you can do that with words, talking to girls shouldn't be a problem.

"Yeah but its sort of hard… wait, I have an idea… I will impress her, she's a stupid dot lady, those kind of people like numbers and shit and I'm stuck with economics, the only class I got with her… I got to get really good at economics." I have no idea how Cartman's brain works but that is a plain strange train of thought. It could work but…

"Dot lady?"

"Yeah you know, diary shop owner that fucks cows cause its so sacred."

"What? Oh… she's Indian? Oh… you might not want to talk like that, she'll get offended."

"Yeah but she's hot… like curry," He replies. Ok I'm done with this, I got more important things to do than sit around and listen to Cartman's shit all day. He has a plan and its going to be interesting to see what happens. I got to head down to Heidi's anyways.

Suddenly my cellphone rings, I check the caller ID, it's an unfamiliar number.

"Hello?" I ask answering the phone.

"Hey Ken, I got something you might be interested in… an ounce of the stickiest, smelliest weed I have ever smoked," I recognized the dark, cold French voice on the other side.

"Chris, how did you get my number?" I ask the mole.

"You gave it to me a long time ago, look man if your interested, come down to my place later, you know where I live right?"

"Uhh… yeah, I'll get back to you, I have to kind of go see Heidi now, talk to you later dude," I say, quickly hanging up the phone.

"The mole?" Cartman asked.

"Yeah…" I replied, stepping out of his house and on my way to Heidi's. Heidi said she had something very important to tell me, I know we had been really close in the last few months with no adventures and shit interfering with our relationship but I haven't spoken to her in nearly a month. She probably misses me and needs to spend some time with me or something.

Cartman

"There you go Eric, I'm not sure what you want all this information for but… she's Fijian Indian, full name Priya Singh, hazel eyes, natural hair colour black. She transferred from some school in Denver where she had a 3.2 GPA, her weakest subject being Chemistry and her strongest being English and maths." Butters says handing me a few pages of research he has done.

"I don't care about that, I want more direct information about her… not her academic profile." I say annoyed.

"Well she's apparently a fan of the band My Chemical Romance, has a younger sister, is a Hindu and oh… I got her bebo and myspace pages." He said pointing somewhere on the last page.

"Well done Butters," He said as I turn on my computer.

"Can I go home now?" He asked.

"Yeah go,"

"But uhh Eric, why do you want this information on the new girl? Isn't this sort of like stalking?"

"Hey, I'm not the one that went searching for information on her, you did. You should be ashamed of yourself Butters, stalking an innocent little girl. What would your dad say if he knew you were doing things like that?" I say to him.

"I'm a very bad boy," Butters repeatedly says as he walked out of my room.

Now, I must not rush into things here. Firstly, I'll check out her bebo and myspace, maybe jack off to one of her photos and call it a day. Tomorrow, I shall start studying economics as hard as I can and then… hopefully, I can prove that I am smart. A 3.2 GPA, its not perfect but its not bad either… Economics is her 3rd best subject according to her reports… holy shit, her English grades are… wow! For an Indian that's… she's better than anyone I know.

Kenny

I knock on Heidi's door and walk in, she was revising for something. As I walk into her room, she made very little movement, she was acting kind of strange.

"Hey… honey, everything okay?"

"No… I need to have a very serious talk with you," She said pointing to a seat. I sit down and she grabs my left hand.

"Kenny, we been going out for quiet a while and… everything has been… well good, but the lifestyle you and your friends live. You're always in the spot light, always getting yourself into situations I don't want to be in."

"Oh yeah… but everything has been good lately, right?" I reply.

"Yeah it has been very quiet, but your history of drug abuse… and uhh bipolar disorder and trouble rate… I just don't want to be apart of your life anymore." What is she saying? I must be hearing things…

"Are you breaking up with me?" I ask in disbelief.

"It's not you, it's me… I need some time alone," I had heard enough of this, I can't believe this. We had been doing so strong, I seriously thought we could make it last… like Stan and Wendy, we were going so good. I don't even know why she is doing this to me, I haven't done anything wrong yet, in fact I have done more than everything right. I changed myself for her…

-

"Hey man…" I say entering a very dark house. The mole was sort of gothic and it was one of the things that freaked people out. He was interested in a lot of strange things.

"I'll go get my bong," He said as I went and took a seat in the living room. He lived here alone, his mother disappeared mysteriously, no doubt his doing. I still can't believe that me and Heidi are over… why? I was looking out for her at my own expense and she did me over like this? What the fuck?

"You first," He said with a grin handing me his bong and a lot of weed. I carefully get a little bit of weed and put it in the bong. I light it up and inhale. Suddenly things started to change, reality started buzzing me out. I can't believe I gave up smoking weed for Heidi and the only thanks I get is… I just don't want to be apart of your life anymore.

"Your turn," I say handing the bong to Chris as I start coughing like a maniac. That's some good, strong shit.

"Yo man, we need some sounds…" I say turning on his stereo, a whole bunch of death metal and gothic stuff. Searching through his CDs I find something of interest.

"Slipknot? They pretty fucking awesome huh," The mole said as I pop in the CD. He gave me the bong back and lit up a cigarette. Hmm, this is what I been missing out on while spending time with Heidi. I didn't smoke weed and hang out with friends for her, I forgot just how awesome music is when you're stoned.

Why did she crush on my heart? Without her, my life means nothing… doesn't she know that? Man I got to smoke some more of this shit, it's really good.