A/N: Chapter 3 is now up…yay!

Eric's P.O.V.

Eric Cartman glared at the health food that was sitting in front of him. That shit is supposed to make me feel better? Bull! How can celery or low fat yogurts make you feel warm inside like pizza…or pie. It couldn't. So he'd be skinnier…who cares? He had no wish to be skinny. Being skinny was for fags, models, and Jews.

"Not just thin…but healthy!" Eric's doctor would exclaim. Pfft, as if being healthy would make him happy. You had to work hard. Exercise and eat good food!

Oh, he shuddered at the very thought of perfect health.

DING DONG, DONG DING.

Eric blinked. His doorbell? Someone would actually come to visit him? He glanced out the window. It was Kenny and a tall dark haired man. 'Probably Kenny's lover…I always knew he was a fag….

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Stan's P.O.V.

He hadn't really had any intentions of visiting Cartman, who had never been a very close friend. Kenny, however, thought it would be nice for him to visit his childhood, er…memory.

"So you finally came to visit us." Cartman began. "Instead of ignoring us, like our good ol' buddy Kyle over there…"

"What do you mean?" Stan interrupted. "Kyle hasn't come back to see you guys?" Kenny shook his head sadly, and Eric made a face.

"No, prissy Jew is waaaay to good for us now." Eric said in a rather annoying voice, "He's to busy spending money and getting it on with his girlfriend (Stan's stomach gave an unpleasant lurch) to come back to the town that made him."

Kenny nodded and went on…

"The only reason we knew about his wedding is because his parents came to us and asked if we had gotten our invitations, when we said no, and told them we had no idea Kyle was getting married, they realized Kyle hadn't intended to invite us and they made some lame excuses about having to go because Ike needed the car. Then we did some research and found out about his fiancée…

"Yeah, we found out she was freaking rich and that Kyle was playing her male slut." Cartman said sourly.

"He didn't invite you to his wedding!" Stan was shocked. How could Kyle leave his best friends like that?

"Yeah well, we wouldn't have been able to afford it either…it's in Malibu or something, plus we'd look like damn rednecks down there." Kenny said, either to defend Kyle or make him self feel better…or both.

"Well, how are you affording getting to it?" Eric asked. "A freaking charity or something?"

Stan was very quiet…something had just occurred to him. How could he have been so stupid to not think of this before? While feeling sorry for his friends he had not realized that…that Kyle hadn't invited him to his wedding either.

Kenny and Eric, reading the expression on Stan's face, were in a state of shock.

"Oh. My. God." Kenny whispered. "He...he didn't invite you either! His best friend!"

"Well…" Stan said quietly. "He doesn't really know where I am…" That was a lame excuse. Kyle's parents had lived in South Park and so did Stan's. If Kyle had really wanted him to come something would have been arranged.

"Our Kyle has changed." murmured Eric mysteriously. Then he went to get something to eat.

Kyle's P.O.V.

"Mom, NO!" Kyle cried into the phone. "I'm NOT COMING HOME. You come see me!

"Please honey! It'll be fun! You could see your friends; Kenny and Eric…remember them?"

"Of course I do! That's why I can't come home! I didn't invite them to my wedding and they'll be so pissed!

"No they won't….I'm sure they'll understand your reason for not inviting them to your wedding…what is it again?

"THE REASON IS I NEVER WANT TO SEE THEM AGAIN. I'M SURE THEY'LL UNDERSTAND." Kyle was losing patience, and his mind.

"But honey…Stan's in town. First time in seven years! He may never come back again."

"Stan's in town…?" Kyle asked, his attitude changed by a million. He wanted to see his old best friend, but he hadn't invited him to the wedding….he wasn't sure if he wanted him there. Stan brought back to many memories, memories he was trying to lose forever. But this was Stan, his best friend! He had to see him…it may be the last time. Ever.

"Alright mom..." Kyle sighed. "I'll be there on Tuesday…"

"YAY! Oh honey, I can't wait! You won't regret coming baby!"

Kyle sighed again. "I hope your right mom. I hope your right."