Disclaimer: I no owny South Park

Rated M for..... it's south park do I need a reason?

Quick note!!- This chapter is based after the song "Slipped away" by Avril Lavigne.... or at least the end is even though nobody dies. I would suggest listening to it, it's good.

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When Everything Goes Downhill

By midnight harvest moon

Chapter 4

(STAN POV)

I was ready to hide under my covers and never come out. Yeah. That's how scared I was at that moment.

"Stanley! Get your butt out here!" Mom shouted at the top of her lungs. Joyful mother, right? I mean, my mom is perfectly fine, when she's not fucking PMS-ing.

"Stanley!"

I ran out of my room to find my mom spread out on the couch with only a robe on. "Yes, mom?"

"Finally!"

I winced, "what do you want?"

"Can you give mommy a foot rub?" She pleaded.

That's it I was out of there. Like hell I was going to give her a foot rub. I ran back into my room and grabbed some clothes for a day or two, a sleeping bag, my new video game and a few movies.

Time for a trip to my good friend Kyle's house.

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I rang the doorbell. A few seconds later a women opened the door.

"Hi Stan, you here for Kyle?" Kyle's mom asked.

"Yup" I replied.

"Kyyyyyllle! Your friend Stan is here!" His mom is nice sometimes, but other times she's like my mom on PMS except ten times worse.

Kyle's mom walked away and Kyle appeared in front of me. "What's up, dude?" He greeted.

"PMS" I stated, "much scarier than one hundred zombies coming to eat your brain."

"Your mom?" He guessed.

"Yup."

"Need to sleep over?"

"If it's okay."

"Yeah. Don't worry, when my mom PMSs it makes Mr er- Ms. Garrison and the bus driver look like a joy."

"Thanks, dude" I thanked.

"No problem." He walked to my room and I followed.

"So, where were you after school?" I asked, "I couldn't find you anywhere!"

"I fell asleep behind the school." He sat on his bed.

"Oh, nice." I sat on a chair next to Kyle's desk. I scanned the room for a minute and found something kind of unusual. A blue and yellow hat. Cartman's? I stood up, walked over to the hat, and picked it up. "What's this doing here?" I questioned, eyebrow raised.

"Uh... I don't know. Oh, Cartman was over here earlier and he probably left it here." He tried not to meet my eyes.

Cartman? Eric Cartman? Why the hell was Cartman over here? I was surprised, especially with his condition and the fact he hates Kyle and Kyle hates him. At least that explains why Cartman didn't answer his phone.

"What did you guys do?" I asked.

"Nothing, just hung out." This didn't seem right.

"Did he seem alright to you?" I asked.

"Yeah" Kyle answered. Okay, he had to be lying. I know Kyle hates Cartman but there is something seriously wrong with him. I sware, Kyle doesn't care at all! I could tell Kyle could tell I was mad. I didn't feel like continuing the conversation yet. I would talk to him about it later.

"Hey want to play my new game?" I suggested, changing the subject.

"Hell yeah! We wont have Kenny to beat our asses this time."

I chuckled and put Zombie Assassin 30,001 into Kyle's X-Box 360.

"You got that right." I threw him a controller.

We played four hours of non-stop gore and killing until we called it quits. We got snacks some where in that time.

"Damn I beat your ass, dude!" Kyle bragged, putting down his controller.

I threw the controller in front of me.

"You suck at your own game" he taunted.

"Whatever" I shut the game off.

Kyle looked at the clock, "damn it's already two o'clock."

"Damn, let's get ready for bed" I suggested. We both took off our shirts and pants the got into night clothes. I crawled into my sleeping bag. Kyle turned the lights off and crawled into bed.

"Kyle, can I talk to you about something?" I asked.

"Sure, what's up?" He asked and looked over to me even though we could barley see each other through the darkness.

"Well you keep saying how Cartman seems perfectly fine when he obviously is not."

"Because he is, he's perfectly fine." He looked away.

"Kyle! He is not okay! I know you hate him but... you don't care at all do you?" I was getting mad again.

"I-" His voice sounded shaky.

"You what, Kyle?"

Minute after minute past and he didn't answer. "Kyle?"

Twenty minutes past and I was pretty sure he was asleep. I couldn't sleep if I tried. Kyle and I actually got into a fight, I think.

"Eric wait!" I heard Kyle softly say.

"Kyle? You awake?" I looked over to him and he was sound asleep. He was sleep talking!

"It'll be okay. P-please don't leave" Kyle mumbled. Kyle was dreaming about... comforting Cartman?

That's when it hit me right between the eyes. Kyle didn't hate Cartman! Not one bit! I knew he was gay but... Eric? Now that I thought about it, it should have been obvious!

Kyle loves Eric Cartman!

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(Kyle POV)

I woke up the next morning feeling guilty. Maybe I should have told Stan what really happened when Eric came over. Maybe I should of told Stan that I do care about Cartman instead of seeming like a complete and utter bastard. Well, it's done now. I looked over at Stan sleeping on my floor. He looked like he has only been asleep an hour or so. I looked at my digital clock. It said in red letters 9:03. Damn, I'm surprised I'm awake. I got out of bed and walked over to the door, making sure not to step on Stan.

I got into the kitchen to find my little brother, Ike, making cereal. "Morning bro" I greeted.

"Hi Kyole" Ike greeted back lazily. He had bags under his eyes and looked beat.

"You look like you barley slept, you okay?" I asked to be brotherly.

"I had a nightmare" he said as he put the milk away and sat at the table. I sat across from the small Canadian.

He ate some cereal then said, "whatev-wer."

After a little while of watching Ike eat cereal he decided to break the silence. "Is Kyole okay?" He asked.

The question surprised me for some reason, "yeah, why?"

"Ike looked at me, "you looked worr-wied and more tired than I am."

"No, I'm fine." He went back to eating him cereal.

I stared at the table. Was I fine? I was worried about fucking Cartman and Stan and I might of actually gotten into a fight. Stan most likely will still be pissed at me when he wakes up. Instead of telling him about what happened with Cartman yesterday I thought of a different approach, I'll just tell him that I'll go talk to Cartman later. That'll work. I would need to talk to him later anyway, after yesterday afternoon. I need to know what he's going to do.

"Kyle?" The sound of Stan's voice interrupted my thoughts. He was walking over to my table, rubbing his eyes. I looked over to where Ike was and realized he was now gone.

"Morning" I greeted. He sat in the chair next to me.

"Morning" he greeted back.

I decided to apologize for last night, "look about last night, I'm sorry. You were right, I am a jerk to Cartman. How about later I go over to Cartman's house and see what's up?"

"You don't have to Kyle, I'm sorry too" he said, looking down at the table. "I should stay out of your business with Cartman."

"No, I'm going to go over and talk to him later, one on one." I smiled at him.

He looked up at me and smiled back, "Okay but do you mind if I stay here while you go over? I don't feel like going back to my bitching mom."

"Sure, dude" I agreed. "Now lets have breakfast."

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I shut the door and walked down my driveway. Time to go see fatass.

As I was walking I saw a police car drive by going the way I was. I wondered what the hell happened this time. I turned the corner. Only a little while away.

A couple houses away I saw some police officers coming out of a house carrying some poor sucker of a kid. Then I realized something. That was Cartman's house.

And the 'poor sucker' they were carrying was Cartman.

"Cartman!" I yelled at the top of my lungs and ran as fast as I could to the police.

"What the horse's shit is going on?" I half screamed half asked the police.

"This kid has no parents and must be taken to an adoption center" one of the officers told me.

"Where?! Where is the adoption center?!" I demanded.

"Not anywhere near here" another officer replied.

"Cartman!" I tried to run to him but an officer stopped me.

"Kyle!" I heard Cartman call. I looked over to him. "You told, didn't you? I hate you! I hate you, jew! I never want to see you again you piece of shit!" That's when Cartman got shoved into a cop car. It started to drive away.

"Cartman!" I yelled for the last time and ran as fast as I could to chase after the cop car. Soon I became very tired and out of breath. That's when I tripped over a branch. I fell face first. I didn't try to get up. There was no point. I lifted my head up. The cop car kept driving. I remembered what Cartman just said to me. It hurt more than anything anyone has ever said to me before. Soon enough the car was driving downhill and out of sight.

Cause that's when everything went downhill.

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A little less than a day ago:

My door slowly opened and a boy with a blue and yellow hat and red coat stepped in.

"So you here to talk?" I sat up on my bed.

Cartman just shrugged and sat next to me on my bed. I put the phone back on the receiver.

A few minutes passed and no one said anything. I then spoke up, turning my face to him, "if your not going to talk then why are you here?"

"Well I just thought..." he stopped mid sentence and stared up at the ceiling. I've never seen him like this before. I don't think anyone has.

"Thought about what Cartman?"

"It's nothing."

"Please just talk, Eric." Woops. Why did I just call him that?

"You called me Eric" he commented. He looked surprised.

"Well, I have a right to, don't I?" I stated.

"Yeah, it's just-"

I interrupted, "I don't get why the hell you wont tell me what's wrong."

A tear slipped from his eye. God, what did I do?

I just looked at him for a minute. My eyes softened. He looked so innocent, so-

"My mom died" he blurted out. 'She what?!'

"Say that again?" I had to make sure I heard him right.

"My mom died. She got murdered." More tears streaked his face.

"Eric! That's horrible!" I was now frightened and felt bad for the poor fat boy.

Cartman was now bawling his eyes out. He stuck his face into my blankets. I think I heard a mumbled "don't look at me."

I didn't know what to do or say. I tried to resist the urge to cry myself. Just seeing him cry made me want to, even though it should of gave me pleasure. Instead of crying I patted his back and told him "it's gonna be okay."

He kept bawling into my blankets, "jew... are you... comforting me?"

I hated it so much when he called me by my religion, but I decided to let it go for now. I stopped rubbing his back.

"No please, don't stop" he pleaded. He shifted his position and cried into my lap. I continued to rub his back again. He was actually liking me comforting him? He could have gone to Stan, Kenny, or even Butters who would have been more than happy to see him. For some strange, twisted reason, I was happy with his decision.

After ten minutes or so, Cartman finally stopped. He kept his head on my lap.

"You okay now?" I asked, taking my hand away from his back.

He looked up at me and nodded. He kept his eyes in mine for a few seconds then sat up and looked at the ceiling.

"I have one question, of all people, why did you pick me to come to?" I wondered.

He hesitated for a moment then said, "because I..." He got up and ran out my bedroom door.

I frowned and layed back down on my bed. After a little while of going over what just happened I smiled. Cartman wanted me to comfort him.

Then a horrible thought struck me and I frowned once again. If Eric doesn't have any parents then he'll have to be put up for adoption.

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Now it's to late and Cartman is gone for good. He hates me and never wants to see me again. I'm not surprised. I probably will never see him again anyway. I tried to hold back tears. Once they start, I wouldn't be able to stop.

Damn my life.

Damn whoever killed Cartman's mom. I will find and kill that son of a bitch.

Soon it became to much and I started to cry. I was right, I wasn't able to stop.

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What felt like three hours later I was still on the ground, the tears still streaming out of my rare green-brown eyes. Through the teary fog I thought I saw a flash of light, hopefully not lightning. But then there was a blob of orange. K-Kenny? He must of came back to life from some dieing incident.

The blob of orange picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I cried into the soft hoodie. "Th-thanks" I managed to sniffle out. Soon enough my tears became dry.

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January

February

March

April

May

June

July

August

September

October

November

December

Then the cycle went all over again. Two years since last sight of Cartman. Two years of having a hole that seemed to form after he left. But remember... a lot can happen in two years.

WARNING!- okay this is still a KyleXCartman story BUT there will be a small amount of KennyXKyle. Is that okay? But remember, Kyle and Cartman WILL end up with each other either way.

A/N- yay i got it up! I hope that chapter was good. it was my favorite to write so far even though it took awhile. i was watching south park last night and i was watching that World of Warcraft episode. I like south park ALOT but that episode wasn't that good...... anyway...reviews are apretiated!