A/N: So close to being done with this story. So close. Anyway, someone is going to beta this thing, so it'll be fixed up a bit. Enjoy.

Warnings: The usual.

Disclaimer: I do not own South Park. You know that.

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Alcorion: For Kyle, huh? I feel like Butters is taking over this story. I must apologize. I should have put Kyle in it more. I'm not saying that he won't win, but it feels so uneven. Kenny is in it even less, too. :-/ Anyway, I'm glad you found it interesting, and I'm sorry you're sad. I'm thinking about writing a sequel, if it makes you feel any better. I haven't decided for sure yet though, so no promises.

Thank you all for the reviews!

Eric was sitting with Craig, Tweek, Clyde, Jimmy, Timmy, and Token. He had been right; Kyle was still pissed at him. Not wanting to put up with his bitching-he wasn't sitting with Wendy because she was still angry too, and he knew she'd bitch and whine as much as Kyle would-he had sat with the other boys.

"You're other friends dump you, fat-ass?"

It had been the first thing that Clyde had said when Eric sat down at the table. He knew that the brunet wouldn't care too much because Eric was popular. If it was someone like Pip that had sat down with them though, the boys would have kicked his ass-it had happened before.

Eric knew what Craig's reaction would have been if the boy had noticed him sit down at the table. He would have said "...What the fuck are you doing, fat-ass?" Craig was too busy making out with Tweek to even notice that Cartman had sat down. Craig's fingers tangling in blond hair reminded Eric that it had been a while since he had talked to either Butters or Kenny.

"Shut the fuck up, Clyde."

Clyde rolled his eyes, but he complied, choosing to eat his food instead of pester the other boy. Eric noticed him giving the same weird look to Craig that he had seen the boy give to Butters. This time it was Eric's time to rolled his eyes.

'Fag probably wants to screw him.'

If Eric was friends with Token, he would have felt bad for the boy; there was a rumor going around that him and Clyde were screwing around. He wasn't friends with the asshole though, so he decided to just ignore Token. By the end of lunch, he had ignored everyone but Jimmy, the only person at the table who he really liked.

Kenny would have sat with him, but Eric didn't see the blond at lunch. He had probably gotten into trouble for smoking. When the boy didn't show up for any of his classes, Eric wasn't surprised. The boy could have either been skipping class or had died. Neither event was an uncommon one, and Eric wasn't worried.

Eric was playing with his Wii in his living room when his bell rang. He sighed loudly, but stood up to answer the door. He would have screamed for his mom to get it-it was probably for her anyway-but she was off whoring herself somewhere.

When he opened his door, expecting some asshole standing there to see his mother, he was surprised; There stood Butters Stotch, his hands fidgeting, his eyes blood shot, his nose running, his shoulders shaking. There was a large bruise on the boy's face and Eric didn't have to ask to know that Chris (1) Stotch had probably put it there.

"C-can I come in?"

Eric wordlessly moved out of the way so the smaller boy could come in.

Kyle paced back and forth. He had been agitated all day. His temper had gotten so bad at one point that even Stan couldn't stand to be around him.

"Dammit!" He couldn't hold his anger in any more. It had finally reached its point; he thrashed out and hit his wall. "Fuck!"

He knew his mother would be angry when she realized that there was now a dent in her son's wall, but he didn't care. He felt like he was going to explode. He needed to talk to Cartman, and it needed to be soon.

Not bothering to put his jacket or had on-he had pulled them off after he had gotten home-he slipped his shoes back on. He was going to go to Cartman's house. He was going to talk to the boy. He was going to figure out why he was so confused lately for once and for all.

Kenny stood outside the Cartman residence, a cigarette in hand. He had died earlier, before school had even started, so he hadn't been able to talk to his friend, but he was determined to do it. Despite what he had told Cartman about Kyle not even realizing he was gay, Kenny knew that the redhead was cracking. It wouldn't be long before his Jewish friend finally snapped and made a move-whether it was on impulse or not. Kenny had to convince Eric to be with him-more than a quick fuck-before the Jew did do something, even if it made him sound like a pussy.

He dropped his cigarette, letting it fall into the Cartman's yard. His friend would bitch at him for dropping it there later, but Kenny could just lie and tell him at one of his mom's asshole guys had just left it there.

Kenny walked up to the door and knocked, waiting for the boy he loved to answer it. He briefly wished that he hadn't smoked. He knew that Eric hated the smell, even if the boy occassionaly smoked himself, and it would make it harder-although not too much harder-to try to seduce the larger boy.

"Butters," The blond boy was sitting on the Cartman's couch. Eric was on his knees in front of him, his hands placed on top of Butters' knees. "I'm assuming your asshole dad did this to you?"

Eric knew the answer before he had even asked. The blond in front of him was shaking and it was starting to piss Eric off-not at Butters, but at his abusive father.

"Y-yeah. Oh, hamburgers.."

Eric felt an urge to wrap his arms around the smaller boy's shoulders. Affection wasn't something that he showed often, but when he did, Butters was one of the few people that received it. The Cartman boy stood up and was about to sit down by the blond when his door bell rang for the second time since he had been home.

"Oh, dammit.." He muttered to himself. "Hold on. It's probably some asshole for my mom."

He didn't notice the blond shake more than he had before, afraid that it would be his father. When Eric opened his door, he relaxed, but only slightly.

There in the doorway stood Kenny McCormick.

Butters Stotch shivered. Kenny didn't see too happy to see him. The taller boy's blue eyes narrowed at him when he noticed Butters was sitting on Cartman's couch.

This couldn't end well.

A/N: Uh oh. Trouble~ Or is it?

Anyway, this is so close to being done. There's about two or three chapters left, I think. I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Review please! And thank you for reading it.

(1) Chris? Stephen? I can't remember which one I called him. Oh well~ We all know that Matt and Trey have called him both, so I suppose it doesn't really matter.

Also...has this gotten terribly OOC? I'm starting to think that it has.