Cartman POV

The most humiliating part about the whole thing is that Kyle knew I was crying when I walked up to him. It wasn't when I had asked him for help. Yeah, it wasn't that many times I would ask Kyle for help, but that wasn't what was humiliating. It was that he knew I was crying! He didn't call me a pussy, though, because he knew there was something going on with me. He knew I wasn't acting my usual self – totally awesome and cool. I mean, I was totally awesome and cool all the time, but I was a little more out of it than usual.

The thing about Kyle is… is he'll help anyone. He'll help anyone if he sees that they are hurt. And this time I wasn't tricking him when I was hurt, because I actually was – am hurt. Of course I'm hurt. My mom's fucking dead! And I was crying in the bathroom hours ago! I told him I just got something in my eyes, but he knew that wasn't the truth. Which is why I'm in his house right now. Sleeping over.

I rode the bus with him. I was…quiet the way there. And it was weird. I'm never quiet. Kyle probably liked it, though, since I wasn't ripping on him like I usually did. There wasn't much I have in my backpack. Just some clothes and stuff. Clyde Frog had been murdered, after all, which I always thought about. And now my whole family wasn't here! Because I murdered my fucking dad!

Okay. I did sort of care that he was ginger, and get mad when I found out that I was half-ginger, but…but that wasn't all! I would of liked to have known what a dad would have been like, and if he would've been better than my mom, and not a total lush like she was.

"Uh, ma?" Kyle calls out when we're inside.

"Yes, booby?" I hear her call back and then she notices me there. "Oh. Hello, Eric." She says in a sweet, honey dripped voice. Like usual.

Eck. It's disgusting.

But I don't say anything. I just look at her for a moment to let Kyle do the talking. I don't want to say anything wrong, after all.

She is a pudgy woman. Plump is more of the right word. Totally not buff like I am when I saw her when Kyle opened the door. She sees me, too, but I make no comment towards her. Kyle told me not to, after all, and I'm not going to bitch at her because I would be homeless, a hippie! I'd be one of them if I did, and I can't do that.

Besides. Kyle is my friend. Sort of.

"Cartman is homeless now." Is all Kyle says.

He doesn't say why, which is probably for the best since I would've started crying. And I don't want to cry in front of them. That's what fags do. And I am not a homosexual!

Even though I have nothing wrong with gays. I mean, Tweek and Craig were soooooo cute! Kyle probably thought so, too, because I don't think he's not against homosexuals either.

That's just wrong, man. Love is cool.

"Alright, fine, Kyle. It's alright if he sleeps over for the night." She says.

"Alright. Thanks, ma. Come on, Cartman. You can sleep in my room. I'll get you a sleeping bag."

"Alright. Sweet. Also, you're totally not a bitch, by the way. Ma'am."

"Oh. Why, thank you, Eric." She looks like she is saying it out of forced habit.

I watch Kyle put a hand up to his forehead as if I shouldn't of said that. I'll watch my mouth next time.

I might forget to, though. It's not my fault.

"I'm sorry, man. I didn't call her a bitch." I say to Kyle.

"I know you didn't, Cartman, but can you just please not swear at all in front of her?" He looks like he doesn't want to fight today when he asks me that.

"Oh. Alright. I mean, that's gonna be kind of hard, but alright."

"Okay. Follow me upstairs."

So then I do.