Best Friend 1

Friends are important, and I eventually learned how to be a pretty fucking decent one. And when you have friends like mine, you gotta learn to be there for one another. In my various journeys to becoming a good friend, I also learned how to be a best friend. That one person you need and know will be there for you. Makes me think of this one time a few years ago.

It was probably just after senior year ended, we were all finally done with South Park High, and glad about it. At that point, I hadn't really hung out with my 'old gang' for a long time. By my old gang, I mean Kyle, Cartman, Stan and I. I stilly hung out with Kyle and Stan separately, but since their fight they couldn't stand being near each other. And Cartman? He was friends with Kyle (Still very shocking) but not really Stan, and kind of Me I guess. Actually, I hate that asswhole most of the time, but he was occasionally tolerable.

Anyways, so this one time I had gone to some club with Stan, and we ran into Cartman and Kyle there.

"Dude, I don't want to." Stan whispered into my ear.

"Oh, you Soooo don't have a choice." I smirked and grabbed his hand. I led him over to the Less Fat, but still fairly Fat, Fat-Ass and the Ginger Jersey Jew.

"Hey Guys" I smiled and dragged Stan into view. Kyle just stared at me blankly and Cartman started to chuckle.

"Wow, we just thought it was the two of you!" Cartman smiled. Which was weird, he usually only smiled at the pain/misfortune of others. (Especially Jews and the Poor)

"Can we sit?" I pulled up a chair to their little table.

"Fine." Kyle huffed. Stan brought over a chair for himself.

"So what up Jew Boy?" I spoke in a happy-mocking way, rather than the Cartman I'm-using-'Jew'-as-an-insult way.

"Oh, Not much. I WAS having a good night, but appears that dream is over." Kyle can be such a pompous asswhole sometimes.

"Chill. Me being in the same room as you isn't going to ruin your night." Stan spoke angrily, his eyes all squinty.

"Correct. But you talking to me will."

"Oh shut up you fucking drama queen."

"Why don't you, you depressing fag!"

"SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH BROFLOVSKI!"

"Make me!"

At that point, the two of them started throwing punches at each other, while Cartman and I watched.

"I bet you five bucks Stan's gonna loose." Cartman spoke quietly so the two fighting wouldn't hear. I smiled and came up with a better response.

"I bet you ten they'll get split up by security before either'll win."

We shook on it. We have done this before.

"Holy Shit look at those fags fighting" Some random bitch yelled at the Jew/Hippie fight. That made Stan look away from the fight to glare at the chick.

She wore a lot of makeup and had long black shiny hair. It had a pink beret on top.

"Fuck yourself Wendy" Stan yelled and flipped her off, he'd been doing that a lot since they started hanging out with Craig.

In that moment, when he was staring at his Ex Girlfriend angrily, Kyle kicked Stan in the Balls.

God, the sound of pain Stan made was horrible. It hurt my ears.

"I Fucking Hate you" Stan managed to say as he stood up.

"Right back at ya faggot" Kyle spat in Stan's direction.

"Stop calling me that!" Stan glared, he was re-aligned.

"No." Kyle crossed his arms.

Stan started to attack again, then I was right, and some Security dudes came in and took out both of 'em.

Cartman and I followed them out where they were still fighting. More insults now than fists.

"Why are you such an Ass?"

"Why are you a Fag?"

"What does my sexuality have to do with ANY of this?"

"You know exactly why Asshat."

"Shut up Fuckface!".

"Why don't you, you douche-rocket." Kyle turned around and walked away at that, and ran to his car. He got in and drove away.

Stan did the same thing, Cept with MY car. He just drove off, leaving Cartman and I there at that stupid club.

"Dude, what just happened?" Cartman stared off in the direction of our rides.

"Both our rides left, And Stan's sexuality came into question."

Cartman sighed at my response.

"So how the hell do we get home?" He frowned.

"We Walk." I started the long walk back home.

"Fuck dude. I don't want to deal with Kyle's bitching tomorrow." Cartman rolled his eyes and started to walk with me.

"You guys are hanging out tomorrow?"

"Dude, he always hangs out with me"

"It's just weird, since you guys used to hate each other so much" I sighed.

"Yeah well... Things change"

"Are you guys fucking or something?" To me, that seemed to be the only logical answer.

"Dude!" Cartman just stared at me. But he didn't deny it...

"So you guys are?" I looked far too excited.

"No. No. No. No. I fucking wish" Cartman laughed at what he said.

"Wait, you want to?" I looked at him with wide eyes.

"Dude..." That meant yes to me.

"YOUR GAY?" I said probably too loudly, but we were all alone walking along some highway at 2 am. It didn't matter.

"Maybe. I don't know. There's just something about him." Cartman said this very honestly, which scare me.

"But he's a Jew and your Hitler! He's a Hippie and You're the Government! He's got Jersey in him, an you HATE JERSEY" I felt my analogies were awesomely accurate.

"Yeah well... It's never going to happen anyways. He's too in love with Stan."

"Really? Seemed to me like they wanna kill each other"

"Eh. I bet they're just fighting over who's gonna be Top"

I paused for a second.

"Dude, they've been fighting for years. I highly doubt that's the fight. Yet they still won't let anyone know details." I continued walking, since Fatass never stopped.

"Whatever."

So I guess I am the person for coming-out to. Which in many ways is a sigh of Friendship and Trust.

I must be a pretty damn good friend for CARTMAN to have trusted me like that.

A/N:

Here's another one! WOOHOO POOPYDOOPIEDO.