Chapter Twelve

Stan's Point of View

I look over at Wendy who in turn is suggestively fluttering her eyes at me, her gorgeous brown eyes. I dismount my horse in one fluid movement and proudly stride over to my awaiting princess, taking my helmet off and shaking my raven black hair to and fro.

"Good day to you Sir Stanley," sings the voice of the stunning beauty before my eyes.

"My lady," I reply as I swoop forward, taking her hand in mine and planting a kiss on its delicate skin. I slowly look up into her awaiting sparkl...

BEEP BEEP BEEP.

Wait, what? No.

BEEP BEEP BEEP.

Go away, I refuse to get up.

BEEP BEEP BEEP.

God dammit, stupid fucking alarm clock, fine you win, I'm awake. I reach over and smack the off switch on my digital clock, almost hard enough to break it. Well the stupid alarm clock deserves it interrupting my sleep, although perhaps I'm not overly mad, having a dream about Wendy does hurt a lot, even if it is only the recurring one about me becoming an English knight. I wonder what people would think if they knew I had a dream like that, Wendy thinks it's cute. Correction thought it was cute; she'd probably be freaked out if she knew I was still having it... although we only broke up two days ago and it's not an official break up, so yeah I'm going to continue to have my English dreams.

I'm going to be positive today, I'm not going to become a Goth, I'm not hanging out with Damien, I'm not going to sit on my own staring into space and crying over how my true love has left and I'm not going to resort to getting drunk. Nope I'm going to be 'Jock Stan Marsh,' the slightly soft guy who's always avoiding conflict and just wants to have a good time playing sports and talking to his friends. I don't think I even spoke to KYLE that much yesterday, so obviously that needs to be fixed, why is it that I shut people out when I'm upset rather than asking for their much needed help? I feel like I've been very selfish at the moment so if I get the chance I'm going to find out about other people's lives, perhaps starting with whatever Kenny's problem was yesterday. These are my resolutions and I will stick to them, if I see Wendy I will be charming and happy, show her that I am a fun person to be with. I jump out of bed; today's your day Marsh.

Kenny's Point of View

BEEP BEEP BEEP.

Shut up.

BEEP BEEP BEEP.

No, go away.

BEEP BEEP BEEP.

Wait just a minute I don't have a digital alarm clock. I bolt upright half asleep before realising my error, of course I'm not at my house, I am in fact currently in Kyle's very cosy bed, the best night's sleep I've had in a very long time because this bed is SO COMFY! Perhaps the bed's not the only reason I slept peacefully though, I really enjoyed having someone so caring but vulnerable next to me, reminding me that not everyone is like Damien, I know that I can't have this everyday but it's still nice. I hear Kyle grunt as he swings his arm over the side of the bed to press the appropriate button, I think he got it on about the third try. He yawns as he stretches and sits up next to me, we look at other.

"Morning dude," grunts Kyle.

"Morning," I reply, rubbing my eyes, "you didn't sleep much did you?" The dark circles around and lifeless hazes in his eyes are such a giveaway, the previously glistening emeralds have dulled as the worry and nerves set in.

"Nope, but you had a good sleep," he croaks out.

"You're going to talk to Cartman today?" We discussed this shortly before going to sleep last night, the only way Kyle is going to feel any better and find out what's truly going on is to talk to the fatass. Feels weird to think that they may end up together or something like that, I don't know... Kyle's not thinking any of this but he should I reckon...

"Yep," nerves fill Kyle's voice as he speaks. We both scrabble to get ready quickly; I pull on the clothes I discarded onto the floor last night, oh good they're nice and creased. I brush my teeth with my finger as Kyle apologises endlessly about not having a spare toothbrush and we're both set to go downstairs for breakfast before we realise that me walking down the stairs and turning up for breakfast might be just a tad suspicious... So out the window it is. "I promise I'll smuggle you out some toast," laughs Kyle.

Kyle's Point of View

BEEP BEEP BEEP.

Oh great.

BEEP BEEP BEEP.

That's just terrific, woken up when I finally get to sleep.

BEEP BEEP BEEP.

I feel Kenny bolt up next to me, Ok so we're both awake, even though I really don't want to be. My brain immediately starts to whir into life as I think about Cartman, whether it's a good or a very bad thing I just can't get him out of my head, thus the sleepless night. I grunt and swing my arm over the bed and my fingers scrabble for the off button, it turns off with the third button I try, at least I hope it has, either that or I've broken it. I yawn in tiredness and stretch my aching muscles as I sit up next to a very alert looking Kenny.

"Morning dude," I think that came out as a grunt.

"Morning," Kenny replies rubbing his eyes, "you didn't sleep much did you?" Oh is it that obvious? Great, looking terrible really tops the whole thing off; Kenny on the other hand looks so rested and content.

"Nope, but you had a good sleep."

"You're going to talk to Cartman today?" As much as I want to scream no, as much as I want to run and hide from the source of my problems, I know that I need to find out exactly what's going on, for peace of mind in nothing else.

"Yep," I reply. After we've both frantically got ready for school, I hand Kenny my car keys and ask him to wait in it, promising to bring some toast out. I glance at his ass as he climbs out the window, I just spent the night in the same bed as the guy I used to have a major crush on and felt absolutely nothing, oh Eric Cartman what have you done to me. (I can still look at Kenny's ass though, obviously.)

Eric's Point of View

BEEP BEEP BEE-

I grab my alarm clock, yanking it out of the wall and chucking it across the room. Take that you ghastly piece of crap. Breakfast and Kyle, these are the only two things that are on my mind and to be perfectly honest the only things that I want right now. I just hope I'm not too late for both of them.

A/N: Ok, confession. I just started writing and this chapter magically appeared, it's not in the plan and the idea only came into existence a few hours ago! I just felt like doing a chapter showing all four points of view, (even though Cartman's is only a few lines long.) So yeah, consider this a bonus chapter, mmm omm nomm yummy bonus chapter. Reviews are still greatly welcomed though and THANK YOU to those people that find the time to leave a review. You guys rock.