Wow, a lot of reviews this time! YAY! And if I missed someone, it's only because you're reviews didn't show up on the page before I posted this…oh well, I appreciate all reviews I get! Anyway, answering time:

alien000: Just those three words made me cry in joy. God bless you.

redhed311: Welly-welly-welly…seems like we got one of those Wendy/Stan lovers, huh? Not that I don't like that couple, I just prefer Cartman/Wendy because Wendy/Stan is so easy to predict. And thanks for the heads up; I knew the name, but I just didn't notice making that mistake! Oh well, I'll leave it like that 'cause I don't know how to edit chapters (--). Yeah, I'm an n00b.

Tiger5913: Yes this is getting interesting, no? Heheh…and by the way, screw you!

Leela's tears: Yeah, I was worrying about that at first but then I thought 'Oh well'. Maybe I shouldn't have gone with my instincts, but oh well(eh?). Yeah, you get all mushy when you see Cartman with emotions, don't you? He's a typical "Hard act but soft on the inside". The whole Wendy dyeing her hair was just a silent message to show that people in South Park are starting to change…but I guess I didn't make a strong point, huh?

Crow T R0bot(cool pen name): I hate it when gets screwy…I can't see any fiction summaries now, I don't know why…oh well. Another Stan/Wendy…goddamn it! They're just too stereotypical for my taste, but everyone has opinions. Yeah, but I think I overdid with the descriptions…but I just wanted to get it out of the way so everyone knew who was what and who, y'know? The whole Wendy dyeing her hair was just a silent message to show that people in South Park are starting to change…but I guess I didn't make a strong point, huh?

PS. Sorry, but I won't tell )D, I'm evul. And even though it really, really looks like it, this might not be a Stan/Wendy OR a Cartman/Wendy…I don't think two childhood friends are too likely to grow up together through their whole lives and then become married and live happily ever after…except if they REALLY were good friends/g/bfriends, I guess…but who knows, maybe I'll change I mind?

Well-ety, now it's over, huh? Here comes the chap! (Oh, and by the way. For everyone who are a bit sensitive and for people who have yet to see the rating of this fiction, this chapter will start to get a bit boom-shakalakalakalak…a. Just so you know.)

Chapter Four: A Pretty Wild Night

Kyle had told his parents that he was going to sleep over at Cartman's place too. It had taken a lot of courage to tell Sheila and Gerald a lie, but as he stood in his room, looking at his reflection in the mirror, he had no regrets. It wasn't exactly a formal party, so his tuxedo was hanging in the wardrobe. He had decided to wear his favorite clothes instead: his only pair of blue denim pants, a white shirt with no collar and a red, thin vest. He also wore his fanciest, black shoes. He glanced at the clock. He and Stan had scraped up enough money for a limo, so they, Rebecca and Wendy were all going together in the same ride.

"Time to go…" Kyle headed down the stairs. He made sure his family was still in the Living Room. He didn't want his mother to see him all dressed up because then she would become suspicious. He tiptoed over to the door until he was out of sight for his family. He then opened the door and called to them, "bye!" And then, he left.

Kyle walked over to Stan's house. Once he exited his house to meet Kyle, Stan told that he had lied to his parents that he was going to sleep over at Cartman's place. His parents had never liked Mrs. Cartman very much, so he was sure they wouldn't call to make sure he was there.

"What do you think?" Stan wondered. He spun around. Kyle eyed him: he wore black jeans, a white short-sleeved shirt and blue shoes and a black, short-sleeved vest. He had combed his head forward so that it stood out in front of his face. Kyle smiled.

"Looking good!" He said. Stan chuckled, looking at the road. Then he looked excited.

"Here it comes!" He called as a black limo drove up the road, stopping in front of Stan's house. They quickly ran over to it and knocked on the window. The window rolled down, and a man with short, brown hair wearing a black suit looked out.

"Stan Marsh and Kyle Brofslovski?" He asked. They nodded and he leaned back into the car.

"We gotta hurry before our parents see the car. Come on!" Stan exclaimed. The man nodded and pressed a button, and the lock on the door popped. They opened it and got in. The inside was very impressive. There was brown, leather skin seats placed in a square ring, no seats were the door was, of course. Behind the back seats was a small bar with a variety of drinks. On the floor was a furry rug. Kyle sat down in front of the bar while Stan sat down in the middle of the side opposite to the door. A black window that blocked the chauffeur from being able to see anything in the back rolled down, and the chauffeur himself looked back.

"Where to?" Stan handed him a small note with Wendy's and Rebecca's address. He nodded and rolled up the window again. Kyle and Stan smiled widely.

"This is gonna be so awesome!" Stan exclaimed, rubbing his hand. When he did, something fell out of his breast pocket. Kyle looked at it. It was a pack of condoms. They both stared at it for a moment until Stan put it back into his pocket, his cheeks burning up a little. Kyle stared at him, smiling a little.

"You think Wendy is gonna do it with you? Dude, this is your first date in like years!" He then said, almost whispering as if he thought someone was eavesdropping. Stan shrugged.

"It could happen…come on, could you honestly tell me you don't have protection with you?" Stan wondered, a little suspicious. Kyle's smile faded a little, and he blushed a little as well.

"No…"

"Thought so."

"Well, it is probably gonna be a pretty wild night."

"Yeah…" Not until now did they notice the car had started running.

Kenny was a bit surprised when Cartman came back into the room from the shower, holding some normal-size men's clothes, a blue towel hanging around his waist. He put it down on his bed.

"You take it. Clothes that mom's guys have left." Cartman explained, backing away. Kenny nodded. He ran his fingers through his hand, happy that Cartman had let him take a shower. He felt a little guilty that Cartman was doing so much for him when he was able to do so little in return. He held on tightly to the large, white towel around his waist as he walked over to the bed, looking at the clean clothes. There was a green, short-sleeved shirt, a blue jacket with sleeves reaching to the elbow and black jeans. The green shirt was a bit too large, but the jacket and the pants were just fine. Kenny looked at himself in the mirror.

"Wow! Thanks, Cartman!" He exclaimed, spinning around and looking at his friend. "They're great!" Cartman smiled a little and mumbled something.

"That's cool. So, shouldn't we be going?"

"Yeah. Bebe said that we would meet outside Craig's place around ten past eight." Kenny told. Cartman nodded.

"Okay, just let me get some clothes." Kenny nodded. Cartman just stood there, staring at him. Kenny shrugged, wondering what it was. "Well, I'm not gonna get naked with you standing there!" Kenny laughed a little and left the room. Cartman took off his towel and started searching through his wardrobe.

Soon, he went downstairs, wearing a white, baggy shirt, a black jacket and a pair of old, blue jeans that were starting to get too tight for Cartman as well. He saw Kenny stand at the door. "Let's go!" Cartman exclaimed. He was much happier now when he remembered that there was really no need to worry: the party was really big, he was probably not going to meet, or even see Wendy. The two headed outside and started walking down the street, heading for Craig's home.

The limo stopped. Stan stepped out and headed up a small stone road to a large, purple house. After a moment, he came back into the limo, shortly followed by a giggling, amazed Wendy. She wore a black dress that reached down to her knees and black high heels. She and Stan sat down and sighed.

"Wow, this is awesome! How could you guys afford this?" Wendy wondered, still gaping in awe. Stan loved seeing Wendy smile that way. It made him overjoyed when he did something that pleased her. Kyle shrugged a little.

"It wasn't that hard." After a couple of minutes, the limo stopped again. "I'll be back soon!" Kyle smiled and left them. He stepped out of the limo and looked up. Up ahead of the tiny, stone cobble road was a large, light green house. He hurried over to the door, smiling widely. He pressed the door bell, and soon, it opened.

"Ve-ve, fe-b-b-b-b-b, whu," was all he was able to utter as he saw Rebecca stand there, dressed in a red tank top, a black, knee-long skirt and black high heels. She had styled her hair so that it was all wavy and long. She smiled a little, looking at Kyle.

"What do you think?" Kyle couldn't answer, he just squealed something. Then, he pointed at the limo and smiled a little.

"Limo?" Rebecca gaped.

"Okay, let's go!" Rebecca said, smiling. They stood there for a moment until Kyle reached out with his trembling hand. He shuddered as he felt Rebecca's warm, soft hand take it. The two then walked over to the limo together and got in.

Kenny looked up. "You hear that?" He asked, smiling. Cartman didn't know what he meant. "Listen." And suddenly, Cartman heard it. The sound of loud music, people laughing and shouting. They looked up ahead and saw Craig's large, brown-red house not far away. Behind the pulled together curtains, yellow light and silhouettes were visible. They approached the house, and the music got louder and louder. "Cartman, you go ahead. I'll stay here and wait for Craig." Cartman shrugged and walked over the door. Not until now did he notice a tall, bulky boy was standing there. He recognized him from school. He had short, blonde hair and wore a brown suit similar to those bodyguards wear. As Cartman reached for the brown door handle, the boy put out his arm to stop him.

"Name?" He said with dark, raspy voice. Cartman sighed, rubbing his eyes.

"Eric Cartman." The boy pulled out a clipboard and looked at it. He then smiled.

"Welcome, sir." He opened the door, and Cartman headed inside. He could barely see anything inside. It was completely filled with kids from the school who were walking around, laughing and talking to each other. The first place he entered was a tiny hall. The walls in the house were colored a dark gold. He walked through the large opening to the left into the huge Living Room. Furniture such as the red leather couches and chairs had been moved to the sides of the room to leave room for the people who wanted to dance to the music booming out of the large Woofers standing by the right wall. Cartman looked around. He saw some kids from his class. He saw an empty chair which was placed with a group of other chairs, in which a bunch of the ´cool boys were. Right behind them were two couches occupied by girls. The boys looked at Cartman for a moment until they left and scattered into the mass of people. Cartman sighed and looked at the ceiling. He looked around again. There were large flower pots standing on small pillars placed at the corners of the room. He saw that the girls were looking at him, giggling and laughing a little. He didn't know if he was supposed to feel flattered, insulted, surprised, happy or sad. He decided on surprised when three of the girls sat down on the sides of the chair he sat in and leaned on him. They were quite pretty, one with short, red hair, one with long, blonde hair and one with wavy, long black hair.

"Hi-i!" The redhead exclaimed, giggling as she leaned on Cartman's right side. Cartman smiled nervously.

"Hi?" The other two girls started giggling wildly. Cartman could feel the sour smell of alcohol. The black-haired girl leaned over Cartman so her face was right in front of his, fingering his chest while she pressed hers against his belly.

"Wanna go upstairs?" She whispered into his ear.

"What's upstairs?" Cartman wondered. The girls giggled. The redhead started massaging his shoulder.

"Man, you're uptight. Jenny, go get him a drink." Cartman watched as the blonde left for a moment. She wore a pair of jeans short that reached a couple of inches above her knees and a white tank top. The redhead wore a black cleavage dress. The black-haired girl wore a blue tank top and a red, short-short skirt. Jenny came back, holding a large, red mug in her hand. She handed it to Cartman. Cartman looked at it for a moment before he took a gulp. It burned in his mouth for a long while, but he hid it so the girls wouldn't laugh at him. He felt his mind fog a little. He suddenly found the black-haired girl much more attractive, even though she was very beautiful.

"What about now?" She whispered again. Cartman smiled a little as he took a second gulp of his drink and shrugged. He then stood up, and the girls giggled. The four headed back into the hall and up the stairs at the end. He glanced at the door and saw Kenny and Bebe's faces for a moment, and Kenny stared at him, gaping in awe, as did Bebe.

"Booya!" Cartman shouted out loud to his friend, raising his mug, which made a couple of teenagers look up at him and shout things like "Whoo!" "Score!"

The limo stopped in front of Craig's house, and Kyle helped Rebecca step out, followed by Stan and Wendy stepping out. They walked against the house. They told the bouncer they're names and then stepped inside. Kyle thought he saw Kenny through the crowd for a moment, but he just shrugged and looked at Rebecca, smiling.

"We're gonna go dance! See ya!" Wendy said to Rebecca and Kyle, laughing as she walked off, Stan holding her hand. "Woo!" She shouted as she disappeared into the crowd of people.

"You want something to drink?" Kyle asked, looking at Rebecca. She shook her head, smiling back.

"N-no thanks. Let's go sit down for a moment." Rebecca suggested. Kyle nodded, and they headed to Living Room. They sat down on one of the red couches together and fell silent for a moment. Then, suddenly, they heard a moan. They looked up and saw Kenny and Bebe, and the two were kissing. Kenny moved his hand across Bebe's side in a circular move over and over again, and Bebe smiled a little. Kyle frowned as he heard the sound of their tongues through the loud music.

"God damn it." Kyle mumbled. Rebecca giggled a little and looked at Kyle. Kyle suddenly felt uncomfortable. He looked around and saw that many others were doing the same as Bebe and Kenny. He suddenly felt like he was obligated to kiss Rebecca as well. Kenny and Bebe stopped kissing to take a short breather, and Kenny saw Kyle.

"Oh, hi Kyle! How's it going?" He said. His voice was raspy and low, and he was more than overjoyed. Kyle could only imagine what Kenny felt like, since he had been troubled by extreme sexual tension for years. Bebe was just smiling; her eyelids low, leaning against the couch.

"Everything's good. Just got here." Kyle responded, glancing at Bebe. "Hey, what happened to Cartman?" Kenny looked around and then looked back at Kyle.

"Well, he was feeling a little weird, but he's doing just fine now…believe me, he's feeling great now." Kenny muttered, nodding continuously and smiling widely, his eyelids low. Kyle was confused for a moment, but then he gaped.

"No! How many?"

"Three."

"Good?"

"Penthouse good."

"Holy crap. Cartman out of all people." Kyle mumbled. Rebecca was confused, but she just shrugged and looked at Kyle again. Kenny shrugged as well. Bebe then nudged at him, and he smiled. The two soon went back to their activity, and Kyle turned his attention back to Rebecca. The two smiled for a moment and then started talking a little.

Cartman moved across the hallway on the second floor. He could hear thumping and small noises from behind the many doors, but he didn't mind. The girls had gradually started becoming more intimate with him. Soon, they stopped, and the redhead opened the door to an empty room. They all entered. Cartman's eyes widened a little. It was a bedroom. There was nothing but a king-size bed, a dim light on the ceiling and four other stationary lights standing in each corner of the room.

"Lock the door, Ellen." The black-haired girl said, and the redhead nodded, closing the door and locking it. She then screwed the little control to the lamp, and the light gradually faded until it was almost dark in the room. The girls suddenly backed away from Cartman.

"Well, what do you think, girls?" Jenny said, smiling. The others giggled.

"He is just fine…" Ellen said and then pulled the drapes over the windows. Cartman wasn't sure if he liked where this was going. Suddenly, the black-haired girl moved against him. She started moving her arms over his body and pressing hers against his while staring into his eyes with her dark ones.

"What's your name?" She asked, and he started stepping backwards.

"E-Eric," he mumbled, and suddenly, he tripped over the edge of the bed.

"Mine's Sarah." The black-haired girl said. She then started pulling on his jacket, biting her lip. Finally, she took it off completely. She fingered his chest and then pulled off his shirt. She then got onto the bed and sat down with her knees on the sides of his waist. He leaned over his body and held his head gently. "Come on, girls." The other two, beautiful girls also got onto the bed and started kissing every part of his body while giggling and moaning softly. He started breathing heavier and faster as Sarah fingered his pants and as her hand moved up to his crotch. She then pulled of his pants and he lied there, only in his black boxer shorts. For a moment, she just smiled. She then leaned forward and locked lips with Cartman. They kissed deeply for a long moment. He could feel her tongue wrestling with his. He felt extremely aroused, yet he felt guilty at the same time. Then, Sarah stopped kissing him.

"Is this your first time?" She asked. Cartman stared at her, sweat running down his forehead. "That's okay." She continued. She then backed up a little so her knees were on the sides of his legs. She leaned forward and fingered his shorts, smiling. He then felt them get pulled down. "Ooh…what a man!" She then said, grinning. The other two girls giggled a little. She then leaned forward, and Cartman squealed a little as he saw the top of her head over his crotch on the other side of his large belly.

"Wow…" he mumbled.

Kenny and Bebe walked across the hall and up the stairs, staring at each other the whole time, smiling. Bebe then looked away, her eyes getting a little gloomier.

"Should we really do this?" She wondered. Kenny stopped.

"If you don't want to, then you don't have to." Kenny said.

"Really? Because I don't think I'm ready."

"That's cool. Come on, let's go back downstairs." They turned around and were just about to walk downstairs when they heard one of the doors smash open. They turned back around and saw Timmy, surrounded by seven other girls, roll out on his wheelchair, wearing his pimp clothes. He rolled past them, smiling.

"Tim-my." He said, smiling. "TIMMY!" Four of the girls picked up his wheelchair and carried him down the stairs.

Stan and Wendy danced wildly among the crowd of dancing kids in the renovated, large dining room. "This is fun!" Stan exclaimed while he kept his eyes on Wendy's feet so he could keep up to the beat. He spun around and stumbled a little, almost falling. Laughing, he then grabbed Wendy and the two started dancing together. People stepped away to give them space, and some started clapping to the beat.

"Woo!" Someone shouted, and Stan felt wet drops falling down from above. Someone had gotten hold of a keg of beer and a hose, and they were now spraying it all over. Some grabbed objects around to shield themselves while others laughed and opened their mouths while facing the ceiling. Suddenly, a voice boomed through the loud music and the sound of the kids.

"Everyone to the party lounge! Band is setting up! Time to go crazy!" Stan recognized the voice; it was Craig himself speaking through a microphone from somewhere. Everyone started moving out of the room and to a much larger room. There were two staircases placed on far up ahead on the left and right walls, leading up to a little balcony-like platform with a gold-colored, wooden rack along the edges. On the floor below the platform was a stage, and there was indeed a band set up there. It was actually Token, Clyde, Craig and Timmy. They hadn't started playing, they were getting ready. A few, low tones were heard as Token tested his bass guitar. Clyde swung his drumsticks and looked out at the crowd, and Craig hung his blue electric guitar over his shoulder while setting up a microphone in front of Timmy. Everyone suddenly started screaming and shouting in front of the high stage as Timmy called out his name into the microphone. He had been lead singer in a very famous band called Timmy and the Lords of the Underworld, and ever since, he was respected for his musical skills. Craig leaned out in front of the microphone.

"Are you ready to rock!" He called out, and everyone shouted and screamed again. "Let's rock, then!" He then backed away and counted down from four with his fingers, then, Token started playing his bass guitar, and soon, Clyde followed up. Craig started playing his guitar as well, and soon, Timmy started calling out his names in rhythm to the music. Stan and Wendy started dancing together with the rest of the mass of other kids standing in front of the stage. Suddenly, everyone looked up. Stan looked up as well and gaped. Butters was stumbling around on the balcony, smiling widely. He then climbed up on the rack and started balancing. He almost fell at several times. Then, he stopped and turned against the crowd.

"I'm king of the world!" He shouted, and everyone started woo-ing him and cheering. Then, he threw off his black vest and pounded his beer-stained, turquoise sweater. With a last roar, he leapt off the rack and down against the mass. He was caught, and he laughed loudly as he was tossed around on the crowd of people.

"Wow, guess Butters really can't handle alcohol!" Stan shouted so Wendy could hear him.

"What!"

"I said: guess Butters can't handle alcohol!"

"Oh! Yeah!" Wendy responded, nodding as she danced.

Cartman stumbled out of the bedroom, his vest worn the wrong side and his shirt outside-in. His black pants were pulled up halfway above his knees, and he didn't wear any shoes. He smiled a dumb smile and gazed out into nothingness.

"Sweet…sweet, god damn it…" He mumbled as he stumbled away. The three girls soon came following after, giggling and laughing. They had put on their clothes a little incorrectly as well, and they looked like they still were drunk, just as Cartman.

Kenny tore away from Bebe's kisses as he saw Cartman and his three companions stumble into the room with the couches. Kyle and Rebecca stopped talking and stared at them with wide eyes. "Cartman?" Kenny gasped.

"Mm, yeah?" Cartman replied, still staring forward as he walked around aimlessly, the girls leaning at his sides and following him.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Enjoying the party, you god damn Jew."

"I'm Kenny."

"Oh. Enjoying the party, Kenny."

"God damn it, Cartman."

"What?"

"That was Kyle, Cartman."

"Oh." Cartman finished and stumbled on into the Dining Room together with his followers.

"Whew…that was great!" Stan said as he and Wendy retreated from the large room and into the Dining Room. They saw Cartman and the girls walk around, all of them laughing. "Cartman?"

"Cartman, what the hell?" Wendy exclaimed. Cartman just chuckled a little and let his head fall backwards.

"Dude, I'm so wasted right now, I don't even know what the hell I'm doing," he mumbled. Stan chuckled while he covered his mouth with his hand, but Wendy gaped, her face struck with surprise and shock.

"Cartman, I really think you should go home and go to sleep." She said. It didn't sound like a suggestion, but more of an order. Cartman shrugged and turned around, walking back into the room with the couches, heading for the hall. Wendy shook her head, disappointed. Stan just laughed, amused with the newly acquainted, drunk Cartman.

"Dude, sick!" Kyle exclaimed as Ellen suddenly threw up in one of the flower pots. A bunch of the kids in the room with the band were starting to return to the rest of the house. Sarah started pulling on Cartman's arm, laughing, and the group of four headed back into the hall, the sound of them running up the stairs heard loudly. Rebecca giggled again, covering her mouth with her hands.

"Your friend is weird…and really lucky." She remarked, and Kyle just nodded, gaping. Kenny and Bebe laughed a little and shrugged, getting back to their activities. Wendy and Stan soon came back, Stan still laughing and Wendy gaping in shock.

"Did you guys see Cartman?" Stan coughed through the laughter. "He's almost as badass as Timmy!" Kyle nodded and then shook his head.

"He is going to get into some kind of trouble. I can feel it. Cartman and beer just doesn't go together without chaos in the package." He said and rubbed his eyes. He then looked at Rebecca and smiled. "Well, what are you gonna do?" They started conversing again while Stan and Wendy walked against the hall. Kyle looked up. "Where are you guys going?"

"Just outside." Stan responded. Indeed, he and Wendy left the house and went outside, walking across the snow covered lawn. Wendy put her arm around Stan's and leaned her head against his shoulder.

"So, this was a fun night, wasn't it?" Stan said, smiling. Wendy nodded.

"Mm. I can't believe how fast the time went by! We danced all night!"

"Yeah. It was fun."

"Mhm." They fell silent for a long moment. Stan looked at Wendy, and she turned her head back, looking into his deep, blue eyes. She smiled a little, and then, she felt Stan's lips against hers as he leaned his head forwards. She returned the kiss, and she felt a warm feeling inside as their tongues met.

"So, do you wanna dance?" Kyle wondered as he and Rebecca entered the room where Craig and his band were playing. Rebecca nodded, and they turned against each other. As if they had been watching the two themselves, the band started playing a slow song. Kyle had never really danced to this kind of song, so he nervously put his arms around Rebecca's neck and moved closer. Rebecca put her arms around Kyle's waist and stepped closer as well so they stood with just a few millimeters between them. Kyle felt Rebecca's heavy breath on his chin. He didn't know weather to smile or use any other kind of expression. In an attempt to smile, he started gaping.

"Um, is something wrong?" Rebecca asked. Kyle shut his mouth and smiled awkwardly.

"N-no. Everything's fine." He looked around, unsure what to do. "Nice song, isn't it?" Rebecca smiled and giggled a little. Kyle felt the pressure ease and chuckled. "What's so funny?"

"Well, you're funny. I like you." Kyle stared at Rebecca, completely at a loss of words.

They finally stopped kissing, and Stan gasped for his breath.

"W-whu-wow…" He stuttered, his eyes still closed. Wendy laughed and hugged him. They headed back into the house. As they entered, however, their smiles were wiped off. They found Kenny and Bebe throwing off each others clothes as they hurried up the stairs. "God damn it, are we the only ones who aren't having sex tonight?" Wendy laughed at his comment and pointed at Wendy's abandoned bra.

Kenny struggled to pull off his underwear while he jumped on one leg into the bedroom, following Bebe who was completely naked. He threw his last piece of clothes on the floor and scooped Bebe up into his arms. She laughed out loud and started kissing Kenny as he carried her over to the bed. He placed her down on it and she grabbed him by the arm, pulling him into her embrace.

Cartman panted as he laid down on his back, letting go of Sarah's waist. The other two girls had passed out in with drunken smiles on their faces. Sarah laughed and panted as well, lying down on her back next to Cartman.

"Oh my god! Oh my god, seriously!"

"Nyah…nyah…" Cartman added, smiling. He laughed as he heard someone in the room next to them.

"Harder! Harder, Kenny!" He heard someone scream.

"Hah, Kenny's scoring."

"Who's Kenny?"

"A friend."

"Wanna invite him?"

"Hell no! I am not sharing!" Cartman exclaimed. "You think we should stop now?" He looked at Sarah but found she was no longer lying down, but she now sat on her knees between his spread out legs. She reached forward with his hand, and Cartman let out a small moan, grinning. "God damn it, bitch…"

"Whoa! It's already three in the night!" Stan exclaimed. "We should head home before our parents find out!"

"Yeah! I told mom I was just going to sleep over at Bebe's, I know she would never let me go to one of Craig's party's!" Wendy replied. The two looked around for Kyle and Rebecca. The two suddenly ran into the hall, together with many others.

"Let's get out of here, a bunch of cops are coming in from the back!" Kyle shouted to Stan and Wendy. Suddenly screams were heard, and the music stopped.

"This is a raid! There have been underage drinking going on; anyone found with alcohol in their blood will have to pay!" A voice was heard throughout the house, obviously through a megaphone. However, no one was going to turn them in by free will, and so, everyone ran for the exit. Stan, Wendy, Rebecca and Kyle ran out and ran away from Craig's house, all the time hearing the kids shout from behind. They saw police cars drive by.

"Oh shit, what about the others!" Stan exclaimed once they finally stopped at least thirteen houses away.

Cartman heard the call and got up. He looked out the window and saw the kids running away while policemen ran into the house. He turned around and picked up his clothes, getting dressed as fast as he could. "We gotta get outta here!" He shouted. Sarah dressed up as well.

"Yeah!" At first, she looked like she was going to wake up Ellen and Jenny, but then she just ran past them, ignoring them. She pulled up the window. "We'll just have to jump out." She said.

"What! I jumped off a two storey house once; I fell into a coma for two days!" Sarah sighed in frustration, but then she looked up, baffled.

"Really, you fell in a coma? Wait- that doesn't matter! We don't have choice! Now go!" She pointed at the window.

"What! Why do I have to go first!"

"You're the big strong man, you go!"

"Ugh…fine, whatever." Cartman stumbled over to the window and looked out. He carefully climbed out and was just about to jump when he noticed a large pile of snow just next to where he would land if he let go. He swung to his sides, gaining momentum. He then let go, and as he had planned, he landed in the snow pile unharmed. Sarah looked out.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine! Just jump into the snow pile!" Cartman said and got up. Sarah climbed out and jumped over to the pile, landing safely as well. The two then carefully snuck out of the front yard and hurried away from the house.

"Oh shit. Oh shit!" Kenny and Bebe had managed to escape from the house, but they were now sitting in a bush not far away: completely naked.

"Well, at least we lost our clothes for a good cause." Kenny said, grinning. Bebe glared at him first, but she couldn't help but smile too.

"Yeah…was it your first time?"

"Yes. Finally." Kenny said. Bebe laughed. "But what we have to do now is get the hell out of here! Let's see…well, there's a short cut from here over to Stan's place, the others probably went over there. Maybe we can sneak over there and if we get there before the others, they can help sneak us into Stan's room so we can hide out until we get some clothes." Kenny suggested.

"Sounds good to me."

"Okay, we'll have to make a run for it. Just follow me. One…two…" Kenny looked up from the bush and sighed when he saw that there was a large group of kids who were walking by, just leaving the party. "…cover your face, three!" He put up his hands over his face, as did Bebe, and the two ran off. Once the kids saw them, they called out and cheered loudly.

"Here it is!" Stan said once they walked out from behind the house and entered the road where he lived. They had used the shortcut that lead from Craig's house to Stan's block. "You guys are all welcome to stay for the night if you-oh my god." Stan said as he looked away from the group and at Kenny and Bebe who ran down the street. At first, they all laughed, but when they stopped at Stan's house and looked around, their faces fell.

"Isn't that Kenny and Bebe!" Kyle exclaimed. Kenny held his hands over his family jewels while Bebe tried to hide both her female specials. Rebecca gaped widely, much like Stan Kyle, but Wendy started laughing so hard that she had to lean against Stan for support.

"Guys! A little help?" Bebe called out.

As soon as they turned on the lights in the hall, Stan could hear footsteps from the Living Room. "Stan?"

"Kyle, hurry and take them to my room!" Stan whispered, and everyone hurried up the stairs as quiet and fast as they could. "Yeah mom, it's me!" Stan called back. Sharon entered the hall, wearing a purple robe.

"I thought you were going to sleep over at Cartman's?"

"Uh, yeah…we couldn't, since Mrs. Cartman was sick when she came home, so we had to leave."

"At three in the night?"

"She came home late…you know, she is a dirty-"

"Stan!"

"Well, come on…" It wasn't exactly the biggest secret of South Park that Mrs. Cartman was quite wild woman and some went to the limits of calling her a 'dirty slut'. Sharon shrugged.

"Okay, you go to sleep then…we'll talk tomorrow." Stan nodded and headed up the stairs. When he got to his room, the others were sitting on the floor, waiting for him. Kenny and Bebe had taken Stan's sheets and rolled themselves into them, hiding behind his bed. "What do we do now?" Stan whispered, careful to not risk waking anyone else. He locked the door.

"Well, I can't come home this late. My mom would be furious!" Kyle whispered back. Everyone else agreed, except for Kenny.

"I don't really give a crap. Can I stay here?" He asked. Stan thought about it for a while and then nodded.

"You can all stay, if you want too. But we'll have to stick around here; no one knows that I've got five teenagers hiding out in my room." Stan said, trying to make everyone see the comic in the situation. When nobody laughed, he stopped chuckling and shrugged. "I got two sleeping bags and a couple of sheets. I, Kyle and Kenny will take the sheets." Stan said, trying to be the gentleman he always was.

"How about you guys take the sheets, and me and Bebe will take the bed-" Kenny was interrupted by an elbow from Bebe in the ribs. He stopped and held his side, chuckling. "It was worth a try…"

Cartman and Sarah walked through the neighborhood. They had sobered up a little thanks to the fresh air and the run (plus the coffee they had picked up from a shop nearby), and Sarah turned to be less wild than she was when she was intoxicated.

"Look…the reason I did…all of that is because-" Sarah started, but Cartman stopped and interrupted her.

"Because you were drunk, I know. Not like I assumed anything else, I do have a mirror at home." He said, smiling even though he was completely aware of the fact that he had just insulted himself. Sarah didn't answer, not wanting to be rude.

"What do we do now?" She said, staring at the pavement road.

"Don't you have a home?"

"Yeah…but I don't feel like going there…my parents and I had a big fight, 'cause they didn't want me going to the party, and I kinda blew them off and went anyway…" She explained. Cartman nodded, mumbling "aha". He was a little surprised over what was happening. Here he was, walking with a beautiful, complete stranger as if they were friends, just barely half an hour after they had ´rocked the casba. They both fell silent and continued to walk, no special destination in mind. Cartman opened his mouth to say something several times, but he stopped instantly every time. "Were you gonna say something?" Sarah wondered. Cartman looked stared at his feet, not responding.

"Well…you could stay over at my place…"

"Um, I don't know if I should…" It amazed Cartman what kind of a situation they were in. He could only imagine how embarrassed Sarah must have felt, having sex with an overweight boy while being drunk and then having to go through a conversation with him after sobering up. Sarah looked at Cartman, and she knew what he was thinking. "But, on the other hand, I guess that would be better than going home…I live pretty far away…" Sarah told. Cartman got the impression that she was trying to console him in a way, but he decided not to think about it too much.

"Okay, cool," he mumbled, smiling a little. It didn't take long until they reached Cartman's house. They entered, and Cartman looked around to see if his mother was home. Judging from the fact that she wasn't anywhere downstairs, and there were no sounds coming from upstairs, Cartman assumed she was out at some bar. Not many knew that Mrs. Cartman often went to bars at night to meet men, but Cartman never cared very much. Cartman looked at Sarah, who stood by the door, leaning against the wall and looking around nervously. "Uuh…" Sarah looked up. "Do you wanna go to sleep or whatever?" Cartman asked.

"I think I'll hit the sack." She answered. She surprised Cartman the way she sounded so firm and secure suddenly.

"Um, okay…you can take my bed…my bedroom is the third door to the right, upstairs…I'll sleep on the couch."

"You don't have too…"

"No, that's cool."

"Okay." And with that, Sarah rushed upstairs. Cartman walked into the Living Room and sat down on the couch. He stared at the floor, not moving in anyway. He first felt incredibly depressed and ashamed at what he had done. Then, he started thinking of Wendy. He couldn't help but feel like he had cheated on her somehow; as if he had betrayed her. He looked at the bag of Cheesy Poofs on the table. He reached for it, eating always cheered him up. As he picked up a Cheesy Poof, he stared at it for a long time. He suddenly felt disgusted, dirty and so he dropped the bag, spilling the Cheesy Poofs all over the floor. He noticed his whole body was trembling. He walked over to the window and pulled off the curtains. He then lied down on the couch and covered himself in the curtains, trying to go to sleep.

FINISH! I told you it was gonna get a bit 'whoa' from here, no? Well, I guess this adds to the tension and intense feelings, huh? Fun, fun, fun! See ya next time!