I'M NOT DEAD! First of all, I apologize for the hiatus but I have had some crazy changes lately. I have gone through some loss (nothing as tragic as what Kyle has gone through in this story) and I'm seeking help for it and learning how to work on myself.

But, I have thought about this story everyday and how I have missed writing it terribly.

Without further ado, here is Chapter 11.… As always your reviews mean the world to me so PLEASE let me know what you thought!

Time went by. And by time, I mean a couple of weeks. And by a couple of weeks going by, I mean that's how long it took for me and the Jew to actually speak to each other again.

After the Ginger-Jersey-Jew got arrested towards the end of February, and after I threw out all his hard liquor, he told me to replace it. I said no. And so we didn't fucking talk to each other for a minute. But it's kewl. It was one less problem I had to deal with. At least, for those two weeks.

I just came back from Dr. Preist's class when I saw the Jew was actually doing his dishes.

He had just finished placing his dishes in the dishwasher right when I was getting my keys out to unlock my door.

"Cartman?"

"Yes, Jew?"

"I don't want us to not talk anymore."

"I'm not paying you back for your booze," I said, giving him a skeptical look.

"And that's fine," He responded.

I stood there, key for my bedroom in hand, looking at him. I blinked.

"What do you want, Kahl?"

"I want us to at least be cordial," He said.

"I mean, maybe we'll never be good friends again, but…. We still have to live together."

I shifted my weight from my right leg to my left leg.

"Okay Jew."

The redhead looked at me, as if I was supposed to say something else.

"That's it?" He asked.

"I don't feel like fucking talking, Kahl!" I said as I quickly unlocked the door, stepped inside, and slammed it.

THE NEXT DAY

"Well lookie here, someone's got a shit-ton of dishes in the sink!" I heard

"Hey, shut the fuck up, Kinneh! I'm working on some spreadsheets!" I yelled as I shot him a bitchy look, but quickly got back to my homework.

"And look at all the fucks I give!" The blonde said, shrugging over-dramatically.

Ahhh, I get it. Fucking asshole.

"Fine, fuck it, Kinneh!" I yelled as I slammed my laptop close. "I'll do the goddamn dishes!"

While I bent over to get the gloves from under the sink, I could feel the blonde's gaze still locked on me.

I lifted an eyebrow. "Sure you aren't ghey, Kinneh?"

"You and Kyle still aren't talking, are you?"

"Ah, Christ! Not this shit again!" I said as I flailed my gloved hands in the air.

Kenny tried to continue. "You could at least-"

"Goddammit, Kinneh!" I sighed as I started scrubbing my first plate. "If the Jew has ghey feelings for me and wants us to be butt-buddies again, he can still suck mah balls."

"He does miss you, Cartman." He said, his eyes not moving from my face, despite the fact that I was seldom looking at his. I preferred to keep my eyes on the task at hand rather than to talk about my severely fucked-up roommate. I've wasted enough time on his Jew-ass as it is.

"Awwwww, well ain't that sweet?!" My tone was dripping with sarcasm.

Right when Kenny was about to snap back, the door opened.

Speak of the fucking Jewish Devil.

"Hi Kyle!" The blonde said, doing a perfect job of acting as if we were only just now talking about the weather.

"Hey Kenny," The redhead greeted him in return. I could see out the corner of my eye that the Jew meekly looked at me, hoping to catch my gaze for acknowledgement of his presence.

I kept my eyes on the kitchen sink.

Kenny observed the daywalker, giving him that same look he gave me minutes earlier but he seemed more optimistic this time.

"You seem…. Happy?" The blonde said, his tone very mystified.

Kyle nodded and smiled widely.

"I'm going to Quebec in three months!" He beamed. "Despite everything that's been going on, I'm still able to go!"

"Waita goddamn minute," I said, letting go of the bowl I was working on. "A DUI is a felony in Canada, Kahl!" I spat.

"How the hell are you supposed to get into the country?"

The Jew scrunched his face, creating a sly know-it-all smirk that slowly spread his lips.

"That's if you've been convicted, Fatass." He said, proudly. "And I can't be convicted until I go to court, which my lawyer is pretty sure that she can push the date back."

Mother fucker! I thought, aggravated as I dried off my last glass and placed it in the cupboard.

But then something else struck me.

"What about your diabetes, Kahl?!" I spat again. "How the fuck are you supposed to go on some study abroad when you don't even know what the fuck is going on with your body?"

Kyle's expression dropped and he gave me an "eat-shit" look as he said, "Dr. Brown has put me on a new insulin. So far, it's going pretty well. My diabetes isn't going to keep me from going, Cartman."

Poor-boy shrugged, not seeming too interested in talking about any of this legal or health stuff.

"Well congrats, Kyle!" He said. "Who know, maybe you'll meet Terrence and Phillip?"

The Jersey-Jew chuckled, saying "I don't think they live anywhere in Quebec, but yeah, I mean, who knows?" He laughed, his eyes shining with excitement.

THE NEXT DAY

"Okay everyone, overall good job on the last test. I see that you all stepped up your game!" But by the time she was finishing her sentence the sound of backpacks being zipped up took over because everyone knew it was 3:15.

"Eric, can I see you for a minute after class?" Dr. Priest asked me, not needing to lower her voice since the room boomed with the sound of chairs scratching the floor and heavy footsteps.

"Yes, Dr. Preist?" I said as sweet as I could.

"I just wanted to tell you that I really appreciate all the hard work that you do, and your test scores show it." She said, motioning to the test I was holding in my hand that read "105". I even got the bonus questions right…. Kickass.

"Oh, it's my pleasure, Dr. Preist." I said eloquently. "It's all because of your superior method of teaching." Ya know, I kinda like being a teacher's pet.

Dr. Preist smiled. "I talked to Dr. DeMejo today after we had a department meeting,"

I perked up. "Really? How is he?"

"He's good," She said, a pleasant smile on her slightly wrinkled face showing. "We talked about how happy we are to have a math major like you in our department."

I swear to God I felt my face turn as red as a ginger.

"D'aaww, don't embarrass me, Dr. Preist!"

"I'm not trying to, Eric!" She said, still smiling. "All I'm saying is, keep up the good work."

LATER THAT NIGHT

"C'mon, Kinneh! Are we really watching this colored-people shit?!"

"You're such a fucking racist asshole," The daywalker said, eyes glued to his phone. Kenny was ignoring my taunts as he was working on adjusting the TV and the DVD player.

"Ay! I don't see you all excited to watch this movie either, Jew!"

He shrugged. "Butters really wanted to finally see it, so it's not that big of a deal."

"Oh, neato! I'm so excited that we're finally gunna see "Death At A Funeral!"" Butters exclaimed, coming from him room.

"I stopped by a Redbox to get it last night and everything!"

I took one look at him, and then looked back to the Jew.

"….And why are we letting Butters pick what movie we watch?"

"Ah! It's ready!" The Poor-boy proudly announced as he took a step back and took a seat on the right side of the couch, closed to me. Butters was sitting adjacent in the other separate seat and the Jew was sitting on the other side of Kinneh.

My mind kinda wondered as Kinneh picked up the remote control to skip the trailers for other bullshit black people movies and to get to the main menu. I couldn't help but wonder why I agreed to having gheyy movie night with my faggy roommates tonight.

"It'll be good, for all of us!" I remember Butters saying.

I should've said no. I should've made something up and said that I have a huge test the next day… Or something.

But for whatever reason I agreed. And I am mentally kicking my ass for agreeing to watching this bullshit.

As the movie went on there may have been some parts that were almost funny, maybe. Butters wouldn't stop laughing from the very beginning, Kinneh would chuckle here and there, and the Jew would occasionally crack a smile. Most of the time, he seem disinterested and would check his cell phone. Sometimes he would check his cellphone to see if anybody had texted him, and when he said that no one did he would put it back in his pocket, but stare over to the right corner of the room, despite the fact the TV monitor was right in front of him.

At one part of the movie (where the token white guy got naked and got on top of the roof of the house), the redhead got up and walked across us, went past the kitchen, and open the door to the porch. The blinds were shut and (for the most part) he doesn't smoke, so I had no idea why he wanted to do that.

I shot my gaze back to Butters and Kinneh, but they were both too engrossed in the movie to care about their roommate. After 5 minutes, the Jew was still not back yet.

Fuck it.

Against my better judgment, I got up from my seat, crossed the kitchen and stepped out onto the porch, shutting the sliding door behind me. The sky was clear and the stars were shining extra bright, and despite it being cold lately, it actually felt good tonight outside. My redhead roommate was leaning over the middle part of ledge, propped up on his elbows, his hands clasped. He didn't bother to turn around when I stepped outside.

"Kahl….?"

I asked. He still didn't budge.

"Kahl…."

I walked up beside him, to his left. As I did that, he started to turn his head to the right, as if slowly turning away from me.

I was getting really fucking pissed. Ready to snap, I reached out and forcefully grabbed his shoulder, ready to make him fucking face me.

"Gahdammit, you fucking kike-"

I stopped yelling as soon as I saw his face.

His cheeks were stained with what looked like rivers of tears, his eyes bright red, his nose pink and irritated. But it was mainly the look in his eyes that bothered me. Sure, they were bloodshot as fuck, but he flinched immediately at my touch, and his eyes were very wide, like a deer in headlights. Why did he look so surprised, so scared?Or better yet, why did he look so fucking fragile?

"The FUCK, Jew?"

"… What do you want, Cartman?" He managed to choke out, his voice obviously breaking.

"What's really going on, Jew?" I asked, trying to make my voice a bit softer.

The kike looked at me for a long time, not knowing how to answer me.

"I just…." He said. He dropped his gaze. Slowly, he maneuvered to the same spot against the ledge where he was seconds ago.

"I-I guess, I just…"

I didn't say anything as I waited for him to explain. But he didn't explain. Instead, the Jew looked into the distance, as if searching for answers. Slowly, he hunched himself over the ledge again, clasping his hands together.

It felt so weird and way too fucking close for comfort as I stared at Kyle, who was staring out at nothing.

Then, I saw his eyes fill up with tears again, his nose tearing pinker, and his bottom lip trembling.

He turned his head over to me with fresh tears rolling down his pale cheeks, and asked;

"Why did he have to leave me?"

Right after he choked out those words I immediately wrapped him in my arms in a tight embrace as he broke out into loud, wracking sobs.

I knew exactly what he was talking about. And although I couldn't relate to it, the way the Jew was acting now reminded me of the night when he found out that Ike just passed. It just fucking sucks to watch someone go through that.

As my roommate cried unto my shoulder, I couldn't help but wonder why his little brother had to leave this earth, and why he had to so soon.

I honestly had no answer for him.

Instead, I just let Kyle cry as long as he needed, our arms wrapped around each other.

Neither one of us got to watch the end of that shitty movie that night.