After hours of playing video games, eating pizza, and watching replays of out child show, this was the last words of our conversations.

I finally speak up, after trying to swallow dry pizza bread, 'So when is your party, Cartman?'

'In a couple days, why?'

'Just asking. So Stan, Is Wendy coming?'

Stan jerks up from his game controller, 'Yeah. Speak of the devil,' He looks up from his phone and grabs his coat, 'I have to go meet with her.'

Kenny follows him and pulls the hood over his orange parka, 'Yeah, me too you guys. I'll see you later.'

The door slams behind Kenney. I look out the window and I see Kenney getting smashed by a bus. I mutter 'YOU BASTERDS' as I watch Stan walk over his dead body. Some things never get old.

'Stupid poor ass.' Cartman says.

'And you care more because,'

'Because I have to watch over my Jew rat.'

'Why do you care about me? And what does this have to do with me?'

'Why do you love me? See there is so many questions, yet little answers. I do hope yours has an answer.' He gets up and sits next to me.

'I guess it does. But I'm not sure how to express it. Can you help?' I give him those puppy eyes.

'So you do love me.'

'No, Cartman. I don't love you. I freaking hate you.'

'I know you do. You just don't have to say it all the time.'

What was that. You don't have to say it all the time? 'Cartman,' I place my hand on his knee. 'Are you hurt from the things I said?

He turns around, 'No.' His voice sounded hurt, and... afraid.

'You don't have to lie.'

'FOR WHAT KAHL? HUH? WHY DO I HAVE TO SHARE MY FEELINGS WITH YOUR JEW ASS? THE PROBLEM WITH YOU KAHL, IS THAT YOU CAN NOT SIT THERE AND LISTEN. NO YOU HAVE TO FIND SOME ANSWER.'

I'm sorry. I see it now. The true self. Not the Cartman who is just a self centered ass-hole, but one that is not afraid.

'I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you hurt this way.' I look down on my knees. And something has forcefully took my shoulders.

'I'm sorry too.' Is he crying?

For all these years and he said sorry. Wow.

I push his shoulders back and say 'I won't tell anyone.'

He smiles and shrugs, 'So what, I'm already a pussy.'

'Think I should go home now.' I get up and something stopped me. Cartman.

He's looking the other way blushing. Oh gosh.

'Bye Kahl.' He gets up and leaves.

I walk out the door, and slam is softly. I am so confused. Did he have feelings for me? Did he care about mine? I walk back to my house and glance at the door. I have a feeling that I want to go to the park. I think that would be nice.

And hour later and I'm already sitting by the bench, watching the birds. This is why I love small towns. You get things done more quicker. And everything happens more quick. Too quick.

I gently close my eyes and let the birds chirping sooth me. I need to take my mind off everything. The last days of school are coming and so is Cartman's party. I blush at that thought. Me at his house, somehow enjoying my self. Then we will drive off into the world, with out a worry.

'Is that what you want?'

I open my eyes to see Cartman blurry. Did I fall asleep?

'What?'

'You said something about driving off into the world with me. Is that what you want?'

'No! I wouldn't want to be stuck with you in a car!'

'Oh. Than who?'

'Uhh...'

'Its okay, yo don't have to tell-'

'You.'

'Huh?'

'I would want to go traveling with you. For a one time deal.'

'You do?' He stretches his collar.

'Yeah. Or at least in my dream'

'You had a dream about me?'

'Its late I should go home.'

'Kahl!'

'Bye!'