Chapter 3- "My turn, your turn"

A month later, Cartman only got worse. He became bossier, meaner, and out of control with Mello but with Matt he was cool, relaxed, and disrespectful. Which made no sense to Matt but he didn't care he just tried to please the kid anyway possible which lead to Mello and Matt's first falling out as friends, Mello was heated and he wasn't going let one bad kid ruin him.

Mello took Matt into his office and slammed the door, "Alright, Matt. Things aren't looking too good with Cartman, why the hell do u give into his demands?!

Matt glared, "God, boss. You're really not seeing it with me, the kid goes and takes your gun and I get shot a second time..."

Mello jumped from his seat, "That little brat did what?! After I told him--"

Matt stopped Mello, "Mello, no matter what, he breaks the rules again."

A loud scream could be heard from everywhere as Cartman screamed, "MELLO!! You made the wrong ice cream again!! Damn it, u never do it right! I hate u!

Mello yelled from his office, "Just eat the damn ice cream! I didn't go to Fluper Duper's just to please you!

Matt paused, "Cartman hates Fluper Duper's, he only eats the kids meals not the ice creams. Mello I thought you knew Cartman by now."

Mello growled, "Well, he changes his damn mind so often!"

Matt paused. Mello was right and wrong, Matt wanted to say he was but he knew better than to overheat Mello when he was pissed. Matt took up a picture of Cartman and showed it to Mello, it was picture of the three of them on the cruise happy as ever. Matt wanted it to be like that but how could they with Cartman growing worse ever second of the day.

Matt and Mello looked at it together, were they really hoping to last another 4 months like this? Or were they going to try and put aside Cartman's bad behavior and fix him so he wouldn't have to go back to foster care? It was their decision and they had to stick with it.

Matt looked at Mello, "Mello, we can't send him back to foster care. He'll tear them apart."

Mello looked at his gun as he put down, "...Matt, Cartman is a problem child...We're his fathers' we need to start going to where the root of the problem is."

Matt took out a cigarette and began to smoke, "Well, with us balacing the Kira case and a child, it can get pretty stressful."

Mello sighed, "I'm not giving up yet but...Matt, Cartman is really out of control."

Cartman banged on the door of Mello's office as they both sighed in frustration. Cartman had also changed into a more meaner, needier and whiner child. He wouldn't stop until he got what he wanted, and this time it was almost his birthday and knowing Mello had a fortune he wanted it done up expensive works.

Cartman got through the door as he jumped straight into Mello's lap, "Hey, Mella! My birthday's coming up and I want u to have it at "Play-o-Carnival Masion!"

Mello eye's went out of his head, "Do you know how much it costs to have there? With birthday party costs + Everything else?!"

Cartman scoffed, "You're loaded, it's no problem. God, Mella I thought u lived on the edge."

Mello glared, "It's too much money and I don't think u deserve it."

Cartman glared, "Damn u! You always say that, what have I done?"

Mello sighed, "Matt got shot again, You ran up our phone bill, you went to the carnival and were lost for 3 days, you framed Matt, you..."

Cartman grabbed Mello's shirt, "Fuck u! I don't mess up that bad, you badly put together trans!"

Mello grabbed Cartman, "Donut lard, you have messed up and you need punishment for it! You don't deserve to have your party at the mansion."

Cartman hit Mello again and cursed, "I WANT MY PARTY AT THE PLAY-O-MANSION!! Damn it! I want my friends there too!

Matt grabbed Cartman and got some rope as he tied Cartman to a chair, Mello was impressed. "Now, you listen to Mello. No is NO, brat! Learn it."

Cartman cried, "You hobo, I hate u! Why are u sticking up for Mella?! Huh?!

Matt got a bowl of donuts and plate of chicken pot pie, "Well, I was hoping I wouldn't have to do this but there is no choice, now is there?" Matt puffed on his cigarette, "Now, will you behave for me and Mello or will I have to take things away?"

Cartman struggled against the rope, "Please, Matt. I'm sorray, I'm sorray!"

Mello undid the rope as Matt stood back and let Cartman devour the plate, "...Kid, I don't know why I'm giving you another chance because you've screwed up.

Matt growled, "He's still a ruiner in my book, Mello don't give him the party until he's ready.

Cartman whined, "That's NOT fair! That's two months away! Goddamn it!"

Mello glared at Cartman, "Those are my rules so you're sticking to them!

Cartman whined more and left the room crying, Mello and Matt shook their heads. What were they going to do? Cartman always cried or whined, they were wondering what happened to Cartman when he went on and on about his father? Mello went back in the room with Cartman who was sitting on his bed.

He was looking at a picture of his mom, "Mella, why do you think my mom does the things she does? Kenny called me and said that she's still not back."

Mello put his arm around Cartman, "...I wish I could tell you, Cartman. Man, she went out on you, huh? You feel lonely, right?

Tears appeared in Cartman's eyes, "Y-Yeah...I really don't have a dad to guide me or play with me. It's always been my mom."

Mello sighed, "Well, if you want your birthday at the mansion you have to work for it."

Cartman whined, "I hate working for stuff, I like having it my way!"

"Not in this case, look at how much things you've done wrong, Cartman." Mello sighed, as he watched his gang move around, "We're in debt twice cause of you."

Cartman stopped as he looked at Mello who was frustrated. He just didn't know how to communicate to a child, he wasn't one long and had to grow up faster than Near did. He ran away at fourteen and had grow up even faster before he was eighteen. He was in a gang early and had to deal with it.

Mello sighed, "Cartman, I try to communicate with you. Me and Matt both do."

Cartman sighed, "Well for one, No more freaking Fluper Dupers! I hate their ice cream!

Mello sighed, "Besides the stupid Fluper Duper thing, I had to grow up way earlier than u did. I really did."

Cartman stopped, "What? U didn't have a normal childhood? I thought--"

Mello sighed, "...I ran away at 14, I didn't have my parents, u know..."

Cartman sat down and threw out his donut, he didn't feel right. He was feeling guilt as it was with both parents. He caused hell but he wasn't sure that Mello would put up with it much longer but Matt was starting to be as tough as he was when dealing with Cartman probably because he was sick of being shot on accident a lot of time with Cartman.

Matt looked at Cartman, "You know Cartman, Mello is just stressed, he does a lot for you man. You need to accept that."

Cartman looked at Matt, "Matt, Can I meet L? I want to meet him, I really do..."

Matt and Mello froze, 'L?! Him see L?!'

Mello froze, "Um...Cartman, are u sure u want to see L?"

Cartman growled, "Why the hell can't I not see him? Both of you go on about him, I want to see this guy..."

Matt smoked another cigarette and laughed, "L? You want to see L? Um...L doesn't do things normally like Mello and I do..."

Mello stared at Cartman, "L...is well, he's not like us in most ways..."

Cartman crossed his hands, "So he's another weirdo like you two? I hope he's not too weird..."

Matt snickered at Mello who had bad thoughts, 'Great, he's going to make fun of L right when he steps in the door.'

Cartman laughed, "I can't wait to meet L...Wonder what he looks like?"

Matt laughed, "Wait until you see him."

Mello put his hand over his forhead. Knowing how L sat and how he handled objects, Cartman would pick up on it quickly and make fun of L but it wouldn't bother L. Mello still thought it was a bad idea but what was the worse Cartman could do for L? Mello shrugged and just sat back down setting up the equipment for tracking Kira.

Matt looked at Mello, "Boss, it's your turn to take Cartman to the park now."

Mello glared at Matt, "I did it, 3 flipping times last week and the week before. Matt do your part!"

Matt sighed, "...I hate going to the park...Damn it, I'll do it next week!"

"I did it already! Your turn!"

"No, your turn!

"No, it's your turn, Matt! Don't make me get upset!"

"I'm NOT doing it, boss!"

Cartman sat down with a cookie as he watch his fathers' fight. He was just loving his new home. Things couldn't be better.

That's chapter 3, Please R&R.