A/N: Ok, we updated quickly. Well, we have nothing better to do. No football, no cheerleading shit, no tennis until next week. Life is boring. Yeah well, I hope ya'll love chapter 2.

Kyle's P.O.V.

"Ahhhh fuck." Cried a young red haired male, who had just hit himself with a hammer in an attempt to drive a nail into the wall of his house.

"Don't swear…" called his girlfriend, Cassadi. "It makes you look like scum." She frowned and twirled her drink around with a straw.

"I came from scum, natural for me to act like it…right?" he retorted. He then threw the hammer on the ground and sat on the edge of his girlfriend's chair, studying her.

All in all he was very lucky to have her. She was not only gorgeous, but richer than hell. Her father owned several oil plantations and benefited well. Kyle couldn't count all the houses they had; it seemed they had one in every major city or vacation spot in the world. Best of all? She was Jewish. His mother was thrilled, proud that her son had not only found a nice Jewish girl, but one that had her daddy's millions as well.

Actually the reason they were out here in Malibu was for wedding planning. They had been engaged for a long time. They had met in college, Kyle on a scholarship program, and her on her money. Then gotten engaged only months after they met. That had been four years ago. Actually come to think of it, college and working hard in school had been a waste of time. He'd never have to work a day in his life now that he was marrying her. He should have fucked around, like his friends did all those years.

His friends…where were they? Well, Kenny was probably still in South Park…or dead. Cartman, well, he was to fat to move anywhere. Plus his mommy still spoiled the shit out of him, why move? Then there was…Stan. Where the fuck was he? Kyle had tried to get a hold of him several times, but Cartman told Kyle that Stan was in Denver living with a piece of ass girlfriend, in a dinky little apartment in the ghetto. Kyle wasn't sure he believed this. It sounded so harsh. Did his best friend, (or well…probably not his best friend anymore, they hadn't seen each other in years) really have such a hard lifestyle? He couldn't imagine it…they had spent so much time together. From five on! There had even been a time in his life where he had thought he loved his best friend as more than a friend…but that was just an awkward growing pain…or he thought it was.

"Jesus." He heard a voice cry, bringing him back to earth. "What the hell?" He looked over at his girlfriend. She had dumped wine on her beautiful, white dress. Probably from being too drunk to hold the damn glass straight. She looked at her dress for a minute then began to laugh.

Kyle sighed and picked her up…lugging her back into the house. Sometimes she could be so damn stupid…

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Kenny's P.O.V.

Knock. Knock.

God what the hell..?

Knock. Knock.

Kenny stared at the clock. 2 A.M. Who the fuck comes over to someone's house at 2 A fucking M.

He slouched over to the door and opened it…

"Whoever the hell you are you better have a pretty damn good reason for…woah!"

Woah indeed. For at the door was standing his friend Stan, who he had not seen in seven years.

"Dude!" was all he could say.

Stan shook his head. "Seven years and all you can say is Dude." He made a pretend scowl at his buddy.

Kenny grinned and leaned in to hug his friend. "What are you doing in my neck of the woods?" he asked when he leaned back.

"Taking a break from the real world." Stan replied. "God I'm starving…got any food?"

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With his stomach full of food Stan looked up at Kenny.

"So…where is…Eric?" he asked.

"Eric works for some telephone advertising company." Kenny replied. "He loves it. He gets to pester people."

Stan laughed, but it was hallow.

"So……………………………………….where is er… Kyle?

Kenny laughed. "Our buddy Kyle is doing real well for himself. Real well. Soon he'll be marrying this girl, uh…Cassadi, I think her name is. She's richer the God. Really you should see some of these houses they got……

Kenny rambled on but Stan wasn't listening. The words he'll be marrying, he'll be marrying…kept replaying over and over in his head.

Kyle was getting married?

A/N: Yeah well, chapter 2 is up…yaaaaay. Hope you enjoyed it. We have to get this done before school so expect chapters to pop up rapidly.