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A/N: Here is chapter 11. Enjoy!

Kenny was in shock when Cartman's lips claimed his. Kenny quickly broke the kiss.

"No, Cartman, this isn't right," Kenny said.

"I need you, until I can get to Kyle, just for now," Cartman said. "We can help each other, I know what happened to you, Kenny, I know you grieve."

Kenny understood. He had no idea how Cartman knew that his girlfriend had broke up with him. Cartman leaned in and kissed the blonde again. Kenny began to kiss back. To him, he needed comfort, and he, some how, found it in Cartman. He knew this was wrong, his mind was telling him to stop, but something was holding him back. It didn't matter right now. Cartman fell back on the bed, pulling Kenny on top of him. Kenny quickly got up and locked the bedroom door.

"Are you ready?" Cartman asked.

Kenny paused. "Y-yeah, I, I guess..." Kenny replied.

"Lets go."

The two made love that night. Kenny awoke the next morning, lying on his bed. Cartman was no where to be found. He had left over night.

"That damn bastard," Kenny mumbled. He tried to sit up, but his head was killing him. Kenny fell back down on the bed. Reality had now set in.

"I can't fucking believe I did that," Kenny whispered to himself. The boy buried his face in his pillow. He wasn't going to school.

"Hmm, I wonder where Kenny and Cartman are?" Kyle asked.

"It doesn't matter," Stan said, pulling the redhead closer. Kyle smiled shyly. They were able make out before the bus came.

Kenny was still in his bed. Tears filled his eyes. Kenny had never felt so dirty in his life.

"Oh god, I can't believe it... I had sex with Eric Cartman. Does that mean I'm gay?" Kenny asked himself. He definitely wasn't attracted to Cartman, but scenes from the night before kept popping into his mind. Kenny rolled over in his bed and tried to get some sleep.

Cartman sat up in his room, thinking of ideas of how to get Kyle to want him the way he wanted Kyle. The phone rang, but he let the answering machine pick it up. Kenny's voice was heard on the other line.

"Cartman, I know you're there. I just need to get something off my chest. First of all, last night meant nothing. I don't have feelings for you. Look, Cartman, you're sitting up there like some little slut, getting sex from who ever you see just because you can't get your way. Kyle doesn't like you and he never will. Get it through your fucking head!"

With that, Kenny hung up. Cartman had heard the truth. Something he never wanted to hear. Tears ran down his face, he had to talk to Kyle.

Stan and Kyle were busy making out on the couch. They had began removing each other's clothes, when the doorbell rang. Kyle, sighed and got off Stan. He walked to the door, with only jeans on, to find Cartman standing in his doorway.

"Cartman?"

"Look, Kyle I just wanted to say that I learned something today, I still love you, but I know I can't have you because you're with Stan, so what's the point of living..." Cartman's voice trailed off.

"What are you saying, Cartman?" Kyle asked.

"N-nothing," Cartman said and walked away.

"Is everything okay?" Stan asked.

"Yeah, I guess so," Kyle said uncertainly. Stan pulled Kyle in the house and they continued where they left off.

The gun up on the wall of the garage was calling Cartman. He boy stared at it, not knowing what to do.

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