Searching for Answers

A/N: Yes, yes, I ignored Kenny and Cartman but they're in this chapter....

Kyle groaned but finally tossed the knife under his bed, inwardly knowing it wasn't going to help. He headed back downstairs to call Kenny, but remembering that Kenny was too poor to even have a phone, he instead settled for dialing Cartman. Pretty sad last resort, but he needed to talk to anyone that wasn't going to push knives onto him or – well – to someone who was dating Christophe.

With the phone pressed to his ear, Kyle patiently waited for Cartman to pick up. After what seemed like ages, Cartman finally picked up and sounded insanely pissed off.

"Why're you calling this late?"

"Nice to talk to you too, Cartman," Kyle replied cheerfully, wondering if Cartman always acted like that when he first picked up a phone at... Kyle glanced at the clock... one in the morning.

"Kyle, what are you trying to pull? I want my sleep! You stupid hippie! I had a dream I was killing you and you just totally ruined that!"

"I'll be over in a minute, I need to talk to you." Cartman groaned even though Kyle couldn't hear it as he'd already put down the phone to head uninvited to his house.

Kyle was pounding on Cartman's door, but he didn't seem to want to answer. Finally, probably due to his mom always having her 'little visitors' over, the front door was unlocked and he walked in and went straight to Cartman's room.

"You can be on your computer but can't even bother walking to the front door to let me in?" Kyle said looking amused as Cartman fell out of his chair cursing and yelling in surprise.

"No one invited you."

"I know," Kyle sent a bored glance over to Cartman's computer screen, which alarmingly, showed his character killing a bunch of... hippies. Before Kyle had a chance to ask where in God's name he had found that game, Cartman spoke again.

"How'd you get in?"

"How do you think? I used the front door," Kyle rolled his eyes at Cartman's stupidity, which made Cartman start cursing again.

"So if I'd locked the door I could've kept you out of my house?" Cartman sighed as he closed the game. Kyle nodded to that, and Cartman looked even more angry than before.

"Well, what was soo important that you had to wake me up?"

Suddenly realizing Cartman really wouldn't care if Kyle actually had a problem he needed advice on, he smiled brightly and instead of what he wanted to talk about said, "Oh nothing, I thought I'd just say hi."

Cartman actually picked Kyle up and threw him out of his house.

Muttering something coldly about Cartman and wondering if he was going to buy a game to kill Jews next, Kyle headed towards Kenny's house. When he got there he wasn't surprised to hear activity from inside, Kenny's family wasn't, well, traditional, after all. If Kenny even had a bedtime, it was probably four in the morning or something like that. Kyle knocked on the door and was answered by a smiling Mr. McCormick, who let Kyle in saying Kenny was up in his room.

"Hey Kyle, what's going on?" Kenny smiled, looking grateful he'd have someone other than his parents and brother to talk to for a little while.

"I was wondering if I could talk to you about Christophe?" Kenny frowned slightly as Kyle said that, Kenny had never met the guy, after all. Kyle had at least, even if it was many years ago.

"I guess... what about him?" Kenny replied slowly.

"Do you ever think, well, that it's weird he's going out with Stan? I mean, the guy's supposed to be dead, and he didn't seem like the kind of person Stan should be with, anyways.... He'll probably die soon from smoking too much, after all...."

Kenny rolled his eyes at the 'supposed to be dead' part, that wouldn't be fair if Kyle thought Kenny shouldn't date anyone just because he's died, well, a lot, "Kyle, when did you start caring so much? What does it matter if he has a boyfriend? That's pretty low if you're being homophobic about this...."

"It's not that," Kyle groaned inwardly, he didn't want to have this conversation again. "Stan's been spending time with no one else lately, I mean, it's annoying, don't you think?"

"You haven't been spending time with anyone but Stan lately," Kenny pointed out with a soft smile. Kenny may be the most perverted of the four, but he was still the nicest.

"Sorry," Kyle grinned sheepishly. "Oh, did you hear? Damien's back in town."

Kenny was thankful for the change of topic, it was pretty obvious he didn't want to talk about Christophe or any of Stan's relationships. "Really? I haven't seen him in a while... even in Hell he always kept to himself." Kyle had never heard Kenny talk about Hell before (unless you count the time he was really in Mexico) and he listened eagerly but Kenny didn't say anything else about it.

"But yeah, and you'll never believe –"Kyle got cut short of what he was about to say by a knock on Kenny's door. Mrs. McCormick's stepped in a minute later, gesturing towards Kyle.

"Your mom came by... she's here to pick you up."

"Ugh... see ya, Kenny," Kyle rolled his eyes at the fact his mom had actually come to track him down to take him back home, but all the same he left Kenny's room to face his mom, who was (which came as no surprise) yelling at him the second he came into her view.

"We were so worried where you were! You could've just told us if you were leaving the house!" Kyle drowned out the rest of what she said as they walked home, Kyle frowning and thinking more and more about Christophe and Damien....