Saturday – 19 days before the murder

Someone falls to pieces

Someone kills the pain

Spinning in the silence

She finally drifts away

Someone gets excited

- Be Yourself Audioslave

Act 1. KENNY

I lit my cigarette and leaned against the wall. Pip was standing next to me, with his face in the direction to the sky. I looked at it too. The blanket of stars sparkled at us. It was a little bit cold outside but my hand started to sweat a little by the cigarette's heat.

"Did you know that even if we see the light of a star now, it could already be dead out there?" Pip suddenly said. I turned towards him, but he was still looking at the sky.

"Do you know much about stars?" I asked to keep the conversation alive.

Pip finally looked at me. I could see that his pale cheeks had got a little pinker tint.

"Well, this might sound silly but…" He avoided my eyes. "I do kind of dream about being an astronaut."

He looked away, like he expected me to laugh. I knew anyone else would if they heard it, because Pip is that kind of person. The person everyone hates and can make fun of. I got the imagination of Pip jumping around on the moon, and was about to smile, but I didn't

"It's not silly." I said instead.

Pip looked at me with big eyes.

"It's not silly. It's just a big dream." I said. And then, he smiled. This was the first, true smile I had ever seen on Pip Pirrup's face. I forgot to breathe for a short second. The smile on Pip's face disappeared as fast as it came and he was quite again.

His body trembled by the cold but he didn't seem to mind. I watched him in the corner of my eye. He was not dressed to be outside, his jacket must still be inside, as well as our shoes. He changed foot like he didn't know which one too lean his weight on. And soon I saw how his lips trembled as well.

I shook my head slowly, I didn't even think when I put my arm around his shoulders and pulled him closer. He felt how he froze and didn't dare to move. I dropped the cigarette on the ground and stepped on it.

"K-Kenneth?" Pip's voice was low.

Having bodies close and hearing their cute voices always makes me feel this way. Man or woman, I don't care, I wanted this person. His hair smelled good, and he was small and thin, and he didn't know how to protest, could it be better? It was just little innocent Pip.

My arm which wasn't around his shoulders slowly sneaked upwards his stomach, and then rested in the middle of his chest. After a few seconds, I felt his heartbeat. And it was fast.

I turned him towards me. His face was red and he avoided my eyes, but once he gave me glace to see what I was doing, I didn't let him look another way. He looked scared and shocked, like a captured little animal.

I leaned down slowly, to not scare him away. My lips slowly touched his, and gave him the softest, most gentle kiss I could. I pulled away and looked at him.

"A-a-are you drunk, Kenneth?" He asked.

I laughed.

"Just two glasses, nothing to worry about." I said, leaning in to kiss him again, but this time he turned his head.

"P-please…" He said quietly. He placed his hands on my chest, like he was about to push me away, but he was too weak and small to even make me move away. I shook my head and rolled my eyes, grabbed his arms and leaned closer.

"Why don't you scream?" I asked.

"N-no one would come." He answered looking down.

"How do you know?" I asked. I tightened my grip around his arms to force him to speak.

"D-don't you think I-I have tried?" He finally looked at me. His light blue eyes were shining from tears, ready to fall down his cheeks any minute. "W-when they drag me behind the school, when their punches and kicks hit my body… don't you think I've tried to scream for help? No one ever came. W-why would they come now? I've lost my trust in people. I don't even trust my foster parents or my sister anymore! So go ahead and do whatever you were up to! I won't scream, I won't fight back!" He was almost shouting at me.

For a second I didn't know what to do, my brain said that I should just let him be, but my body was too horny to just give it up.

I listened to my body, as I always do.

"Come." I dragged him with me without looking in his eyes.

Act 2. STAN

It was not unexpected to Kyle that I actually kissed him. He knew that I was going to do it; it was said already when our foreheads touched. Our eyes met and I slowly leaned down. Craig had lost interest in us already before Kyle was pressed against the wall. We were alone, and we both knew we wanted it.

Our lips pressed together, trying at first, and then his mouth opened for more. Much more. And I didn't want to disappoint him. My tongue found its way easily into his mouth. It was warm and wet, and I wanted even more. My arms pulled him closer to me, and I felt how his arms grabbed my shoulders, forcing even closer, if that was possible.

He was amazing in so many ways. His feelings are so true every time, he doesn't hide what he feels. He smiles when he is happy, and cries when he is sad. He expresses himself with both words and body language. I can't remember anytime there he had lied to me, I don't think he ever had told me a lie. And, for some reason, that makes my heart want to break through my chest.

We broke the kiss slowly. A small string of saliva still connected us.

It felt like we were the only people on earth, I didn't hear anything, just our heavy breaths close to each other's faces. I licked my lips, and Kyle did the same thing. We must have been thinking the same thing, because we both reached out for our hands.

Let's get out of here.

Act 3. CARTMAN

She couldn't do that. If she was choosing music, then she has so sing it too. I didn't care if she had the ugliest make-up in the world in her face. I just grabbed her up beside me and pointed at the remote in my hand. Sing bitch.

"Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me, I ain't the sharpest tool in the sheeed, she was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb in the shape of an "L" on her forehead"

Wendy laughed and made the "L" gesture on the forehead. People around us cheered and clapped their hands, some were even dancing.

"Well the years starts coming and they don't stop coming"

I was fucking born to this.

I was the fucking star in the room.

Wendy was someone I invited in, and when she is done with this song, she won't sing anymore. Oh, who the hell I am I kidding?

Sing with me all night baby!

What happened after that, I don't remember. I woke up by the table in the kitchen later the next morning. My head was heavy as a rock and my eyes refused to open at first.

It was quite in the house. No sign of music or laughter. I weakly sat up straight, but then leaned my head in my hand, trying to focus on if I were in my kitchen or in Tokens. Or someone else!

Luckily I was still at Tokens house. My hands traveled down to my pockets to see if I still had my cell phone there just as Token entered the room with five empty bowls in his hands. He smiled at me and put away the bowls.

"Have you seen Clyde?" He asked.

A stupid question deserves stupid answers.

"Does it look like I have?" I rub away the sleepiness in my eyes. Token didn't respond, he walked out of the kitchen, but came back shortly after with beer cans.

"You seemed to have fun last night." Token didn't drink last night just to keep his house safe from whatever might happen.

"Oh…I did?"

"You and Wendy sang all night like nothing in the world could stop you." He laughed a short laugh. Argh, I hated his laugh. I couldn't remember a thing that had happened. And I was so fucking hungry. My stomach screamed for food.

"Do you have anything to eat?" I asked and finally stood up, making my way to the fridge, opened it and tried to see what was inside, but I was so tired I couldn't focus.

"Cold pizza from last night." Token said.

"Better than nothing. Where is it?" I said.

"It's right in front of you."

"Oh…"

Riiight…

I found the pizza and ate it with my hands. It didn't taste that well, but as long as it filled my tummy, I felt great. Too bad it didn't last for so long, so I had to head home if I wanted more. But Token stopped me.

"Clyde was supposed to help me clean the house, but he's nowhere to be found. You have to help me." He said. It was a command.

"Have you called him?" I did a phone gesture with my fingers.

"You're the only one left here." Token said without answering my question. I sighed loudly and did as I was told. I mean, as a thanks for letting me get drunk in his house.

Act 4. KYLE

We weren't drunk last night. I swear to God that we weren't drunk. Well, at least I wasn't drunk. I know I knew what I was doing. I know damn well what I have done!

After we left the party we ended up at my house, because it was the closest one. It didn't work out like I thought it would. As we lay down on my bed Stan fell asleep. So there was not much to do but close my eyes and try to sleep too.

I woke up early to find myself holding my arms around Stan. I slowly let go and turned my back towards him. He was still sleeping, and I didn't want to wake him up. It was not completely dark in my room, so I reached out and grabbed my book and begun to read while I wait for Stan to wake up.

It didn't last long until I heard him yawn and felt how he moved. With a small smile I put away the book again and turned to face him. I was afraid of that the feeling from last night would be gone, but we had to face what we had done.

Stan sigh a satisfied sigh when our eyes met.

"So it wasn't a dream, eh?" He said.

"Do you wish it was?" I whispered.

"No way, dude! Do you?"

"No. Absolutely not." I said quietly. "I just… thought that maybe you were drunk and…"

"I think that the alcohol gave me courage to… you know." He said and look away from my face.

I chuckled lightly. "Yeah, I know."

"You're not mad, are you?" Our eyes met again.

"No."

"Good." His hand moved under the covers and grasped for mine. He entwisted our fingers while he slowly leaned closer. "You know, we should keep quiet about this."

"I guess." I said.

There was no way we could let anyone know about this. Not yet. My parents, everyone in school, Cartman, what would they say? No one would understand. What could they understand? The bond between Stan and I is so much more than… love.

My heart started to beat faster. How long had I been in love without noticing?

"Kyle?"

Stan broke my thoughts.

"What are thinking about?" He asked, gently stroking his thumb over my hand.

"Love." I said and Stan smiled at me. His free hand reached up to my cheek and softly placed it there. His eyes sparkled in the morning light through the curtain. They were blue as the sky and they made me feel butterflies in my tummy.

His lips suddenly were coming closer to mine. I couldn't resist giving them a warm welcome when they met. Stan had always been on my side. He had never left me when I truly needed him. Those times in third and fourth grade didn't matter; we were kids, nothing more, nothing less. He had never treated me different because of my religion, never even cared enough to say anything about it. He once said to me: "You are a human before you are Jewish."It made me feel like I was nothing but Kyle Broflovski.

Act 5. WENDY

Wendy sat on her bed, looking blankly at nothing while she tried to remember what happened last night. She stroke away her black hair from the face and looked at the digital watch she had on the nightstand. By two o'clock she was supposed to be at Bebe's house, and before that she needs so shower, get dressed, make-up, and answer all the stupid text messages on her phone. She had 19 of them to read right now, but somehow she didn't feel like reading them.

Her eyes wandered to the mirror. She stood up and took a few steps closer. Her make-up from last night was still on her face, and her hair was a complete mess. It was really an ugly make-up. How did she dare go to the party like that?

She fell onto her bed again. Her hair covered her face and she didn't care to remove it this time. All she could think about was someone. It was a person in her memory that made her feel weird. It was a person she had spent her time with at the party, but she couldn't remember who it was.

Wendy took a last look at the clock. She only had one hour to get ready.

Act 6. PIP

Pip had thought that Kenneth was different. When he first came and talked to him, he really thought that Kenneth wanted to be friends with him. The arm around Pip's shoulders was like a friendly gesture, but when the kiss came, Pip knew that something was not right.

The rest of the night was a nightmare and every scene repeater inside of Pip's eyelids when he closed them over his eyes. He didn't keep the promise to not scream; he had screamed in pain the whole time. His whole body was tense and he had a hard time walking. He felt lost in his own, tiny room. All he could do was curled up in his bed with the covers over the head.

Shaking, and afraid of anyone that could walk into his room, he buried his head in his hands and tried to not cry.

Act 7. WENDY

She regretted that she ever left her house right at the time Bebe opened the door and greeted her. Her mood hadn't changed, but she had to pretend that everything was like always after parties. Her head hurt, she's sleepy and doesn't feel that well in the stomach.

Red, Annie and Heidi were already in Bebe's perfect room, waiting for them to come back. While Wendy took her seat together with the other girls on the bed, Bebe locked her bedroom door so her parents couldn't disturb them.

"So, how was the party?" Annie asked, starting the main subject of the day.

"You seemed to have great fun, Wendy." Bebe pulled her computer chair closer to the bed so she could rest her feet on it.

"I did?" Wendy said.

"You sang all night with Cartman! Cartman!"

Wendy sighed inside. Of course, of all people it had to be Cartman. To tell the truth, Wendy did not hate Cartman as she used to do in her young days. Now she found him "interesting", which is something she never could tell the other girls. She keeps staring at him in the cafeteria, and she realizes when the other calls her name.

"But did you guys heard about Clyde?" Heidi said.

"No, what about him?" Bebe said.

Wendy smiled in relief. She was not the subject anymore.

Act 8. PIP

Knock, knock.

Pip's heart started racing fast once again. He didn't dare to move, if he moved, maybe they would hear how the bed creaked. At the same time he knew who it was, he didn't have any idea who it could be. It didn't even matter who it was. He didn't want to meet or see anyone, not any more. He breathed in slowly, trying to not breathe to loud.

"Philip? Are you sleeping?"

The door handle was slowly pressed down. Pip shut his eyes closed as he heard the person stepped inside his room. His heart raced faster and harder, and his body was shaking like never before. A hand slowly pulled away the covers from him.

Pip snapped his eyes open and stared into his mother's worried eyes.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you up?" She said softly and reached out a hand to gently stroke away the hair from her sons face.

"D-don't…" Pip said and tried to get away. "DON'T TOUCH ME!"

His scream made his mother take a step back in shock. He had never screamed at her before.

Pip buried his head in the pillow.

"Please, leave…" He managed to say. His mother slowly backed out of the room, too shocked to do anything else.

The song Cartman and Wendy sang was; All Star by Smash Mouth