"Hoooowdy-ho!"-Mr. Hankey. I got the third chapter right here…I wasn't able to put it up for a while 'cause every time I tried to log in, the browser said that the server was overloaded…goddamn it. Oh well, reviewing answering and the such and such.

Link Kiprusoff: Thanks a lot, dude. It's nice when people criticize on specific things…it's real nice.

Yeah…review-s- huh? Oh well, the fun of writing is motivation enough…for now(dudududuuuu!) Oh, by the way. If you see someone say something that has bad grammar in it, it's not a mistake. I only make the people say what a person would say in real life…example: "I and my friends are going to the arcade." "Me and my friends going to the arcade." Not much of a change, but still more realistic…just a little note. Well, enough stalling…

Chapter Three: Confessions

When school finally ended, the kids streamed out of it, running and laughing, happy that they were finally free. The boys, accompanied by Timmy and Butters, were heading down the street, heading back home. Soon, Butters left them as he arrived at his place, but Timmy continued to follow them.

"So, are you asking someone to go with you to the party, Kenny?" Stan wondered as he kicked some snow out of the way.

"Anyone with big boobs. Preferably Bebe." Kenny took a breath and was just about to start talking about Bebe's breasts when he was interrupted by Cartman's heavy sigh.

"What is up with you lately?" Kyle wondered, this time with a tone of irritation.

"Oh, nothing…" Cartman muttered, sighing again. Kyle shrugged. He would probably never be able to completely understand the mystery that is Eric Cartman's psyche. Finally, with a last, loud "TIMMY!", Timmy left the boys and rolled off against his house. Stan left them soon, as well. Kyle waved to his friend one last time as he entered his house. Cartman glanced at Kenny and rubbed his eyes, trying not to make the tears that formed as the wind hit his eyes run down his cheeks. He then focused his sight on the orange-hooded boy. He thought about telling Kenny. Kenny had always been his best friend, or the best friend that a person like Cartman can have out of the small group of friends he had. He had always trusted his deepest secrets to him, even though they mostly were secrets about his fantastic plans to earn money and become famous. He took a small breath.

"Kenny…" Kenny looked up.

"Yeah?"

"You wanna sleep over at my place?" Cartman said, suddenly feeling that this was not the time. Instead, he made this proposal to improvise…or compensate, or whatever the confused boy was trying to do. "Free food and a warm floor…"

"Yeah, sure! Whatever that keeps me from having to go home to the stupid family…fucking lazy ass sons a bitches…" Kenny said, his smile suddenly changing into a dark frown, his eyes staring forward. They headed over to Cartman's large, green house. Once they entered, it didn't take long until Cartman heard his mother's voice.

"Snookums? Is that you?" She called from the kitchen. "I made a strawberry cake just for you!" Cartman smiled and called back.

"Thanks, mooom! But I'll take some Cheesy Poofs, Kenny is here! And being the poor ass bastard he is he might need the cake more than me!" Kenny shot a glare at Cartman, shortly followed by a look as if he thought ´well, I guess he's right about the poor part. Soon, Mrs. Cartman came into the hall, carrying a plate with a cake on it, three strawberries on the frosty topping. At first, Cartman regretted giving up the cake to his friend, but when he saw the bag of Cheesy Poofs, he shrugged and grabbed them instead. After that, the two boys headed up the stairs to Cartman's room.

The walls in Cartman's were purple. There was a wooden wardrobe, a bed with green and white covers and a window with white, short curtains hanging from it. There were posters of Terrance and Philip, the actors whom all the kids had idolized when they were younger, never missing their shows filled with fart jokes and idiotic comedy. He had bought a small TV at a garage sale which he had placed on a small table in front of his bed. He even had one of his game consoles, an Okama Gamesphere 2000, up there together with two controllers. Kenny started playing the Okama Gamesphere.

"Okay, spill it. What is the real reason you asked me to stay over?" Kenny said, not looking at Cartman but staring at the TV while biting his lip. Cartman stared at him for a long time. At first, he was a little angered that he couldn't ask his friend to stay over without being accused of lying. But then, he was a bit happy that he had a friend that knew him so well. He sat down on the floor and took a deep breath. All his thoughts of kissing Wendy once again, hugging her, just touching her sleek, beautiful skin flashed through his mind during that short moment.

"I sorta have…like…feelings for a girl…" Cartman slowly announced, his voice low and quiet. Kenny smiled and stared at Cartman.

"Oooh, the buff boy's hot for a chick, huh? Anyone I know?" Kenny wondered, leaning forward as he sat on the side of the bed. Cartman felt a feeling of guilt, a feeling that his feelings, although deep and loving, were disgusting and wrong.

"Testaburger." He then said rapidly. Kenny continued to smile as if he hadn't completely processed what Cartman said through his system. Then, after a second, he frowned.

"Testaburger? Wendy Testaburger? You mean Stan's ex?" Kenny wondered, his facial expression changing to awestruck. Cartman slowly nodded, making Kenny gasp and lean back. "Shit. You haven't told Stan, have you?"

"Of course not, you dipshit!" Cartman roared, as if it was the clearest thing ever. Kenny winced and he started feeling sorry for Cartman. He though, no, he knew that Cartman was a great guy and that he did deserve to have at least one real love of his love. But at the same time, he knew that Cartman couldn't compete with Stan for a girl's heart, especially if that girl was Wendy, a girl who had been smitten with Stan Marsh since second grade. He sat down next to his chubby friend and patted his shoulder.

"We'll figure something out, man…we'll figure something out…" He said with a concerned voice.

Stan's family consisted of five members; Stan himself, his mother Sharon, his father Randy, his grandfather and his sister Shelley. Sharon looked like any woman in her late thirties, with short, brown hair, a brown shirt and a black, long skirt. She had shining blue eyes which Stan had inherited. Randy was around his forties, had black, short hair and a black mustache. His eyes were a deep brown. He wore a white sweater and blue jeans. Sheila was nineteen years old now, and she went to college. She had brown, long hair and brown eyes like her father and she wore a pink shirt and red pants at the moment. When she was younger, she had very large braces that had wires going around the midsection of her head. But she didn't have those now, and without them, she was quite pretty, and she didn't have to take pauses when she spoke to suck her saliva. Stan's grandfather who was merely called Grandpa was very old now, and he didn't seem to ever die. He often tried to make suicide, but it always failed, and no matter how much he pleaded, no one wanted to kill him and ´put him out of his misery. He had a shriveled old face and hands, and he always wore a dark red sweater and blue jeans, riding around in a wheelchair. He also had the odd habit of calling both his son and his grandson Billy.

The family was sitting in the purple-wall diner room around the brown wooden table, two large plates and a bowl in the middle of the table. There was a freshly warmed up chicken, a pile of potatoes and a bowl of gravy. Stan wasn't able to eat; he just poked the food on his plate. His thoughts were somewhere else, namely with Wendy Testaburger. He knew that if he even tried to sink some food into his stomach, he would throw up. Not just because of his sensitive stomach but also of the tingling butterflies inside him. The rest of the family, however, ate rapidly and in large amounts. Especially Grandpa, who tried to eat as large pieces of potato and chicken as possible, hoping that he would choke. Sharon noticed her son and became concerned.

"Is everything alright, Stan, honey?" She asked with a concerned expression. Stan nodded, smiling vaguely.

"I'm okay, I'm just not hungry." Stan lied and tried to smile so his mother wouldn't be worried. Sharon nodded.

"If you want to, you can go and do something and then eat later if you get hungry, okay?" Stan nodded and stood up, leaving the table. He headed up the stairs to his room.

The walls in his room were purple as well. He had the usual stuff like a bed, a wardrobe, two windows and posters on the walls. Just like Cartman, his posters portrayed Terrance and Philip too. He tossed himself onto his bed and lied there with his face down. A thousand thoughts ran through his head, all of them related to Wendy somehow.

He thought about the first time Wendy had kissed him. It was after they had stopped aliens from taking all the cows from South Park. Of course, he threw up instantly after that, but Wendy was too happy to mind. Then he thought about the first time when Wendy had even said something to him and he hadn't thrown up. It was when South Park held a film festival and Wendy invited him to watch an independent movie with her. Actually, it was thanks to Cartman that he hadn't thrown up. He had imitated Wendy inviting him with a squeaky voice which made Stan feel a bit more comfortable. Then, when he thought about Cartman and Wendy at the same time, he thought about the time that almost half of South Park had witnessed Wendy give Cartman a long kiss in the middle of a debate about the subject of changing South Park's flag. Stan had felt terrible for weeks after that thanks to Cartman bragging about it throughout the whole debate. However, it didn't seem like Wendy cared for Cartman anyway, she had told him it was just sexual tension. But he still wondered, if it was sexual tension, why didn't Wendy just kiss him instead of Cartman. But none of that mattered now.

He had never been very angry with Wendy for cheating on him, but he had still been quite hurt. But now, she seemed like she had bettered in her ways and his feelings for her started to restore.

He laid there in his bed, smiling to himself. He definitely looked forward to the party on Friday, but there was still the matter of asking Wendy out.

The following days were pretty normal, except for Cartman's odd behavior every time Wendy's name was mentioned, and even worse, when she was nearby. Finally, on Thursday after school, Stan decided it was time to ask Wendy to the party. They were out on the school yard as all the students left to go home, waiting for Wendy and her friends to come. After a while, they did. The others watched as Stan walked over to Wendy and they exchanged some words. Once he came back, he shrugged.

"Well, that wasn't too hard." He said, his eyelids lowered and with a dreamy smile on his face. Kenny glanced at Cartman, who was staring at the ground. He felt sympathy for him, but he tried to hide it so the others wouldn't notice anything. The boys finally left to go home.

Cartman had invited Kenny to sleep over again. It was late at night when they were getting ready to go sleep. Kenny had borrowed Cartman's yellow sleeping bag, and he was lying in it, waiting for Cartman to come back from the bathroom. Once he did, he wore a pair of grey boxer shorts and a white shirt that was getting a bit small for him, since the bottom of his large belly hung out. He got into his bed once he had put out the lights. Kenny could hear his heavy breaths, staring at the purple ceiling.

"Kenny…"

"Yeah?"

"Even if she didn't like Stan...do you think I would've had a chance with her?" Cartman had stopped breathing. Kenny wasn't sure what to say. He knew Wendy wasn't that shallow, but Cartman wasn't exactly amazing with the ladies. He thought for a long moment, and he finally took a deep breath.

"Well, Cartman, I don't know…but if you wouldn't, I think it would have been Wendy who's missing out on being with a great guy."

Cartman was happy that Kenny was his friend. However, he hoped that one day, he would have someone who was something else than a friend.

School on Friday was wonderful for some, unbearable for others. It seems that everyone was going to Craig's party, and everyone was pretty much the whole school. Even people like Timmy were going, and even he seemed to have more luck with the ladies than Cartman did. Actually, he had more luck with the ladies than anyone else in general, as he was seen riding through the halls with a gold-colored cape with white fur on the edges, groups of girls following him, giggling and admiring Timmy. It was quite annoying to all the boys, but nonetheless, everyone seemed to have a date except Cartman. Even Kenny had managed to get Bebe to go with him, even though she was very shallow and seemed to be one of the many people who mocked Kenny for being poor.

The last class for the day was History with Mr. Garrison. No one was paying attention to the teacher; they were either talking about the party or just not listening. The boys sat in their usual seats in the back. Someone laughed out loud for the fourth time, and this time, Mr. Garrison sighed and put down his chalk pen. No one noticed that he turned around and glared at the class for a moment before taking a deep breath.

"Unless you want Mr. Slave to go get whip for me, you all better shut up." The transvestite said, making the whole class fall silent. An unpleasant smile spread across Mr. Garrison's face. "Okay, now." He continued lecturing, and slowly, the discrete whispers and notes started going around again.

"Hey, Cartman, you got a date for tonight?" Stan asked, leaning against Cartman. Kenny-who sat on Cartman's other side-frowned and put his head in his right hand.

"No, I don't." Cartman answered, staring at the blackboard.

"Well, who are you gonna ask? Are you gonna ask someone?" Cartman didn't answer. "Cartman, are even going?" Cartman hadn't planned on going, and nothing seemed to make him change his mind. He saw no reason to go to the party.

"Fuck that." He muttered. Stan gaped.

"Come on, you gotta go! Everyone's gonna be there!" He said, trying to convince Cartman. Cartman's face was slowly getting redder every moment that Stan spoke. "It won't be the same without you!"

"I said: FUCK THAT!" Cartman shrieked. He then stood up and stormed out of the classroom, knocking over two chairs on the way.

He stumbled out into the hall and tried to run as fast as he could, even though his run could be considered a jog for a fit person. Finally, he slowed down and sat down by the wall close to the entrance. He stared down at the ground. He tried to pull up his knees so he could hide his face, but his large torso blocked his legs. So he put his chin on his hand and stared at a spot on the floor a few feet away. He heard foot steps.

"Eric? Are you okay?" Cartman didn't look up. He could recognize the voice. It was Wendy, but she wasn't alone. He could hear Butters stutter something quietly, and soon, he saw Kenny's orange jacket in the right corner of his eye as he sat down next to Cartman. Soon, Wendy sat down next to him. Cartman realized that probably half of the class was surrounding him, as the spot on the floor he had been staring at was now blocked by the vision of Pip's red loafers and his green pants from the knees down. He finally looked up gazed around him. He was right when he had assumed the amount of people.

"What the fuck do you people want!" He hissed, glaring at his classmates. Some had wondered what was wrong, and some were ready to comfort him, but when he said this, most frowned and left to go back to class. Soon, only Kenny and Wendy were left. "Whythe fuck are you here?" Cartman muttered to the two kids sitting beside him.

"What's wrong, Eric?" Wendy said, patting Cartman on his shoulder. Kenny glanced at Wendy, concerned how Cartman would react. "Come on, talk to me." Cartman shivered and then stared at Wendy. Right into her large, brown eyes. He felt his envy and anger gradually disappear to be replaced by the familiar, tingling sensation all throughout his body. He opened his mouth and tried to say something, but as he did, Wendy smiled, which made him even more nervous. Then, his hand started shaking a little, and his face became red.

"You know what, I'll talk to him, and you'll go tell Mr. Garrison that Cartman just isn't feeling very good right now. Oh, and tell Stan and Kyle to get our stuff." Kenny said, deciding it was time to help his friend out. Wendy nodded and stood up, heading back to the classroom. Kenny stood up as well, helping Cartman to his feet. "Come on, man. Mr. Garrison won't mind if we leave a bit earlier." And with that, the two left the school.

They decided not to go to Cartman's home, but instead, to one of the boy's favorite spot. It was a small clearing not far from Stan's home. It was called Starks Pond. The two boys sat down by the pond in the middle of the clearing. There were a few, tiny pieces of ice floating around. They sat there quietly for a long moment until Cartman spoke up.

"What am I supposed to do, Kenny! What the fuck am I supposed to do!" He shouted. Kenny just sat there and stared at Cartman as he spread his arms out and shouted to the sky. "What the fuck do you want me to do!" He then fell silent and crawled up on the ground. Kenny slowly moved over next to his friend, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

"That's okay man. That's okay." Although he said it was, Kenny wasn't sure if it was okay. Actually, he was pretty sure it was a bad situation. "Maybe if you just talked to Stan-"

"NO! If I tell Stan, he'll be pissed off at me! And if Stan's pissed off at me, then Kyle's pissed off at me too, and then you'll be pissed off at me-"

"Hey! You know I'm behind you one-hundred percent at all times! That's what a friend does."

"…" They stared at the glistening water for a long while. Finally, Kenny stood up and looked down at Cartman, smiling.

"Come on, man. We got a party to get ready for."

FINISH! That's that…I guess. Nothing special to say today…except, I guess I kinda made Cartman a bit out of character…oh well. Screw that! Hammanahammanahammana!