Merry Christmas everybody! Or whatever you celebrate. this chapter might be a bit weak because I wanted to get it done in time for xmas, but I have a feeling even if I did have more time it still wouldntve been super. this is the last chapter of introduction and next chapter is when the story actually begins. I just had to set everything up first, ya kno?

anyways, the "I have a nose thing" is something my friend does when she's really hyper (tHePuRpLeLuVeR) and I thought it was appropriate to add it in here.

disclaimer: not mine. I'm sad.

to my reviewers! thank you all, and for a special xmas treat (or w/e you celebrate) I give you all cookies and chocolates and pie and w/e else that's in my fridge that makes me sick when I eat too much. congrats!

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Beautiful Willow – of course I'm going to continue. HI

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whatever-852 – partly here, mostly next chapter. just hang in there!

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1CARTMAN'S POV

My name is Eric Cartman and I'm an egoistical, immature, apathetic, insecure fifteen year old.

I love watching people. I love how they find little things so meaningful. It's so amazing to me that they're able to take risks with their emotions. I'd rather watch them enjoy their life than live mine.

My favorite person to watch is Kyle. I don't even know why; he's everything I hate. Small, daywalker, smartass know-it-all JEW. Yet, despite all his flaws, he has pride and values. I watch him take notes in class and earn A's. I watch him laugh and talk with his clique.

He has little mannerisms, too. Like, whenever Bebe's around, he sorta clenches up and scratches his left ear. He taps his foot when he's taking tests. While he's eating, before he takes a drink, he always touches the table. Always.

The strange thing is that knowing all this, I should hate him for being so predictable. Maybe that's why I like him. Well, not like like him. I don't have a boner for him or anything, but I just enjoy being around him. Any chance I get to talk to him, I take it.

I want to be his friend again. Well, I'd like to be his friend. I don't think we were ever friends before, not real ones anyway. It was just known that we were. Maybe if I had been nicer, if I wasn't afraid to risk emotions like everyone else, I'd be friends with him today.

While we were younger I hated how predictable everything was. I wanted it all to stop. I wanted to be nice to everyone. But I couldn't. Things are simple when you know what's coming, and I'm a simple minded creature. I couldn't just be nice and throw off the entire sync of South Park.

Before it might've made some sense, but now it's all fucked up.

STAN'S POV

There's something in the water. I just know it. People are acting weirder than usual.

I don't even know how to explain it, but there's an air of change. Yes, change. It's a strange feeling and I got first wind of it back in October.

I haven't told anyone of course. Usually I would to go Kyle about this type of thing, but I can't talk to him about this feeling of insecurity. Not without telling him the whole story, and I can't tell him that. He's too pure to understand.

I've contemplated talking to Kenny about it, but I doubt he can keep it a secret for long. Also the questions. He'd ask so many questions, which would cause me to answer them, and I always think before I answer. And this is something I don't care to think about for too long.

Maybe I should talk to the mayor about decontaminating the wells.

WENDY'S POV

"Gosh, Bebe, you look so hot!" She really did. Tonight was Kenny's party, and she really out did herself.

"You really think so? It's not too much?"

"No way! It's perfect for this party. It's going to be dark anyways, so you won't look overdone at all in low lighting. Ohh Kyle's just gonna flip when he sees you!"

"I hope so," she sighed and turned back to look at her reflection.

All of her clothes belonged to yours truly, who's a little smaller in the chest area than her. The top she's wearing also happens to be the lowest cut one I own. As for the pants, low rise are definitely her thing.

I would be jealous if I wasn't so secure with what I have. I love Stanley Marsh. I'm going to marry him someday. Whatever you've heard, it's probably watered down. We are so a couple and I am so not a good girl anymore.

"We should leave now," Bebe said, after glancing at the clock.

"Yeah we should. Okay, I've got my cell, you got yours?" she held up a small rectangle, "okay good. Let's rock this bitch."

KENNY'S POV

"You're gonna what!" I couldn't believe it. Not only was it the most amusing plan I've ever heard, it was pretty much impossible.

"We're gonna get Cartman drunk off his ass. Well not all the way off his ass. It's too big," Stan said, "our only problem is that it'll take too long. He's so fat we'll be here until next Wednesday before he's really smashed. So we were wondering if you had anything to help intoxicate him better and faster."

"So we're gonna drug him?"

"Exactly."

I laughed nervously.

"Um, no offense you guys, but even if I did have something to give him, I can't say I'll help you. If the cops get wind of this party at all I'm back in juvie for a long time; let alone illegal substances like what you've got in mind."

"Dammit. Well we forgive you Kenny. At least help us get him smashed then. Please?" I looked around at all of them, Stan, Kyle, Wendy and Bebe. They just looked so... pleading.

"Alright but if it interferes with my socialization, screw you."

"YES! Alright well let's go get you're brother to get a keg."

That was quicker than expected. The party's only been going for an hour and Cartman is piss drunk. Fucker's never had alcohol before apparently.

"You guys! Look! Seriously... omigod you guys look at this!"

"What Cartman?"

"I have a nose!" he shouted, pointing to the center of his face in amazement.

"No way, I've never noticed before!" Kyle slurred. Okay he's had one too many.

"Dude you have one too!" Cartman poked Kyle's nose.

"We should write this down, man. These are like major discoveries that would baffle scientists and smart people alike!" Cartman attempted to stand up, but only managed to puke everywhere.

Okay maybe we shouldn't've gotten him drunk. Sick.

"I propose a toast!" Wendy stood up, "to Stan and everyone else who's getting out of South Park this summer. Congratulations!"

There were shouts of approval everywhere as Wendy drained her cup and bent down to make out with Stan.

I should host parties more often.