Another update! Three chapters in three days, I better get reviews… Also, you might have noticed that I keep changing the summarry. It's because I can never seem to find the right one for my story! The first summary was okay for the first chapter, but now there's a lot more going on and I'm not sure how to sum it all up without giving the wrong idea. If you have any suggestions, then PLEASE tell me!

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Cartman and Wendy are dating? What the hell? I thought they hated each other, but watching them from outside the restaurant, I guess they didn't.

I was walking home from school, this time without Kyle, who had basketball practice. When I walked past Shakey's Pizza I had seen fat ass and Wendy sitting next to each other, and at first I couldn't believe my eyes. Cartman and Wendy? Together? Whoa, dude. I mean, whoa. Sure the fat ass had lost a few pounds (okay, maybe a lot more than a few pounds) but I didn't know he'd actually be able to get a girl, especially Wendy.

I wondered how Stan felt about this. With Kyle by his side, I'm not sure he'd even care. Or notice. Well, unless fat ass had already rubbed it in. Which I'm sure he would've done.

"Hey, Kenny! What's up, dude?" I heard someone yell. I turned in that direction and saw Stan heading toward me, his backpack on one shoulder and a football in one hand. It was kinda freaky that he showed up, when I was just thinking about him.

"I haven't talked to you in the longest time, what are you doing?"

"Uh…nothing, I was just walking home."

"Yeah right, what were you staring at in the window?" Before I can stop him or say anything to distract him, he turned his head straight to the table where Eric and Wendy were sitting. NO! What if I was wrong, what if he got depressed and decided to turn goth again, even with Kyle? I hoped to God this wouldn't be a repeat of last time, because let me tell you, it was really annoying having to deal with those stupid goths all the time.

"Huh, so Cartman wasn't lying. I guess he and Wendy really are going out. Gross," he said, making a face. Thank god, I was right. He really didn't seem to care. A month ago, he probably would've thrown some kind of fit.

"What?" Stan asked, giving me a weird look.

"Nothing, I'm just glad you didn't turn goth." I just realized how strange that sounded. Oh, well.

"Uh-huh…"

"What time does Kyle get out of basketball practice?" I decide to change the subject.

"About Five O'clock," Stan answered immediately, smiling at the mere mention of Kyle. Jesus, the way these two were, I wondered how I didn't guess sooner.

"Oh, really and are you meeting him afterward?" Maybe if I tried, I could get a confession out of Stan. Compared to Kyle, he was the easier one to manipulate into telling me things... wait did I just sound like Cartman?

"Yeah, he's coming over my house after practice."

"Hmm, so you two take turns right?"

"Uh…you mean like take turns going over to each other's houses? Well, yeah…"

"Interesting..." I was actually talking about the shade of red he was turning, not what he just said. This was too easy.

"So, is he going to be spending the nigh—?"

"What the hell are you two doing here?" Damn it. I turned and glared at Cartman. He had left the restaurant without me noticing, and Wendy was standing right behind him. He just had to interrupt me, right when it was starting to get good, too!

"Oh, hey fat ass," Stan greeted him. I think maybe he was spending a little too much time with Kyle; that was something that he usually said. I glanced at him and also noted the look of relief on his face. Relief? Since when is anyone relieved to see Cartman? I must have been close to getting that confession out of him! Damn that fat ass, I had been so close!

I give Eric an evil look, but he didn't notice it. He was too busy gloating to Stan, who didn't even look like he cared. After only a few minutes, I got sick of it and waved goodbye to Stan. He waved back at me and I turn around to leave.

A few blocks later, I was almost home (yes, our town is that small) when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I nearly jumped out of my skin, and whipped my head around so fast I almost broke my neck.

"Damien? Jesus, you almost gave me a fucking heart attack!"

"Hey, Kenny," he simply replied. He was dressed in his usual black clothes and his skin was as pale as always. "I wanted to talk to you about Cartman. Dad says that he's really improved, so if you keep it up you'll be getting your wish pretty soon."

"Oh, so that's why you're here…" Why did I feel a little disappointed? Was it because he had only come to deliver a message from Satan, and not just because he wanted to see me? …Nah, that couldn't be it.

"What were you going to ask for, anyway?"

"I'm not even sure, I haven't really thought about it yet."

"I always just thought you were going to wish that you didn't die so often, and then you wouldn't have to spend so much time in hell."

"Maybe…"

"Well, that's all Dad wanted me to tell you. See you the next time you die." Was it just me, or did that last sentence sound really creepy?

I watched as Damien started to vanish right in front of me, on his way back to Hell; the seventh layer of Hell, if I remember correctly.

I walked the rest of the distance to my house, wondering, What am I going to ask for?

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End of Chapter Six