A/N: Uck, I'm unsure the last chapter. Something about Butters' thought around the beginning bothers me. Also, the flash back. I didn't like that either. I suppose I'm just picky, but something bothers me about it.

Possible warnings: Same as previous.

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"And then BUTTERS said he'd do it! Both Butters AND Kenny! Trying to FUCK ERIC CARTMAN!"

Kyle was pacing around Ike's bedroom, filling his little brother in on what had happened earlier in the day. He was hoping that talking about it would help him figure out why it was bothering him so much, but it wasn't working; the more he talked about it, the more pissed off he was getting.

Ike was watching his older brother pace around his room, a thoughtful look on his face. Sure, Kyle had a temper sometimes-probably inherited from their mother-, but Cartman was the only person that could make his older brother's blood boil like this. It didn't come as much of a surprise to Ike when he figured out that Kyle had a crush on the Cartman boy. He knew it'd kill their mother and shock everyone else around them, especially Kyle, but Ike was a genius and geniuses saw things before other people did. He just hadn't been around Cartman enough to tell if the boy liked his brother back. It wouldn't surprise him if the feelings were returned; Kyle was attractive in a feminine way.

"I mean, really? Seriously?! I mean, I can see Butters-he sticks to Cartman like Stan used to stick to Wendy-but Kenny? KENNY?!"

Ike sighed. This could go on for hours if he didn't stop it by saying something. Maybe if he said something to make his brother realize exactly why he was so pissed off, he might do something about it instead of whining like a pussy.

"Maybe you should go talk to him?"

Kyle stopped pacing to look at his little brother. He looked at Ike like he was stupid, which he certainly not. The look didn't stop Ike from pressing his suggestion though.

"Look, he isn't going to fuck anyone if you're over there." Ike wasn't one-hundred percent sure about that. "And even if he does, then you'll know if he likes cock or if Kenny's just full of shit."

Kyle looked at him for a moment longer before he began pacing again. He doubted Cartman would stop screwing long enough to open the door for him....Besides, Wendy wouldn't give it up that fast. What if he caught Cartman doing something with Butters or Kenny though? He supposed the logical thing would be to go and talk to the fat ass. What would he say to him though? "I'm here to make sure you're not screwing two of our guy friends"? He'd probably get punched in the face. Still though. Ike was rarely ever wrong. He should at least go try.

"Alright Ike. If he hits me in the face and I get a bruise, I'm telling Mom it's your fault though."

When Kyle knocked on the Cartman's door, he expected Liane or her son to answer, if anyone did. Instead, Wendy Testaburger answered, looking irritated at the mere sight of him. The girl's jacket was off and she didn't look happy to have to be standing by the open door.

"What do you want?"

Kyle backed up a little. He had heard that tone before. He knew that if he said anything the girl found the least bit offensive, she'd explode.

"I, uh...Look, is Carman home?"

Wendy sighed as if she was the one who were at their enemies house, having to talk to their bitchy girlfriend. She stepped out of the house and shut the door behind her, ignoring the cold.

"Look, Kyle," Kyle knew that tone as well. She was about to start preaching to him about something...or bitching at him. The tones actually sounded the same. "You need to leave Eric alone. I know you have a crush on him, and it was cute when we were kids, but now that I'm dating Eric,...it's just not funny any more. I'm sure there's other guys out there. Eric's not even gay!" She opened the door and stepped halfway into it, ready to just leave him there, gaping in shock. "Tell Butters to stay away too. Hey," She actually looked and sounded a bit chipper. "Maybe you two could date each other!" She stepped all the way into the house. "See you later, Kyle. And remember: keep away from what's mine."

She shut the door in Kyle's face, the sound snapping him out of his shock. He began to bang on the door and shout for Wendy to open it. After being ignored for several minutes, he finally just swore loudly and stomped out of the driveway, intent on talking to Cartman at school the next day.

"Who was that? It sounded like Kahl."

Cartman was coming down the stairs, having been in the bathroom during Wendy and Kyle's exchange.

"Oh, no one." Wendy looked up at her boyfriend, a smile on her face. "Just a salesman."

Eric sat down on his couch and Wendy moved instantly to sit by him. Cartman had slimmed down a lot over the years and the girls had put him up in the top ten of their list of who was the hottest boys in school...well, the real list, not the fake ones they handed out to the boys to get shoes. Cartman was one of the most sought after boys in the school now and now that she had him, she wasn't going to let him go.

"Damn salesman hippies, always after mah money."

The fact Cartman had money and wasn't poor like someone like Kenny also helped.

A/N:...I hate this chapter. Seriously. Butters is much easier for me to write.