Hiya! OMG, this chapter WAS NOT prewritten before I typed it! I don't think I've ever done that before...hmm...nope, I haven't! But It was fun. And very much awesome.
Oh, and just becuase LadyLupin7 wanted to know, in the last chapter, it was a grilled cheese sandwhich I was eating :).
And Chapeuvert, a computer funeral sounds awesome!! When and where? Is Kenny in leather pants involved? LOL.

DISCLAIMER: Uhm, South Park doesn't belong to me in the slightest. Yet. But just you wait, Matt and Trey. I will own it someday...MWAHAHAHA!

I dedicate this chapter to one of my best friends, Sarah, who gave me the idea for the last thing that us spoken in this chapter! Enjoii!

Chapter 4 – Cartman's POV

I shut the door and quickly walk downstairs to the couch, plop down on it, turn on the TV and stare mindlessly. Kenny is fucking retarded. What the hell did he want me to tuck his ass in for? To punish me or something? I have a feeling he just wanted me to…no, of course not. I'm not that stupid. Why would he want ME to kiss him when he could have anyone else on the planet? I fucking hate when he acts like he wants me. What the hell goes on in his head? Does he think it's funny to fuck with people like that? 'Cause I sure as hell don't. I hear a small sound and glance up towards the stairs. And, just as I expected, Kenny is standing there. But with a blanket wrapped around him and his thumb in his mouth. Just like a four year old. God damn him.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"I told you, I'm not tired."

"I fucking tucked you in, and you promised to go to sleep. Now go."

"No. I'm not tired."

"You sound like a broken record."

"So? I'm not tired." I roll my eyes in his direction and he starts down the stairs. I watch him walk down and come to a stop right in front of me. He throws the
blanket off and grins at me. I frown.

"Go back to bed."

"No." He says, and sticks his thumb back in his mouth. I wish he would stop that.

"Aargh. Whatever. Then go away."

"But I wanna hang out with you."

"Why?"

"Because I love you, Eric!" He laughs. I roll my eyes again. If only.

"Oh, sure."

"But I do!"

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Well, nice to know. Now get back to bed." He gives me an unexpectedly annoyed look.

"But…I'm really not tired."

"Yeah, uh-huh. Then why do you look like a raccoon that got shoved in a meat grinder?" He stays silent and looks away. "Sorry." I mutter quietly. He looks back at
me and smiles.

"Well, whatever, what does it matter? I'm not going back to bed. You're going to do something fun with me."

"Like what?"

"Well, I was thinking we could go up to your room and-"

"Shut up."

"What?" He says in mock innocence.

"You were gonna say some thing like 'let's go up to your room and screw'."

"And if I was?"

"The answers' no."

"Aaaw, but c'mon...you know it'd be fun!" I just roll my eyes.

"You're a pervert."

"You just wish I was."

"No. You are."

"Oh yeah." I roll my eyes again and get up.

"So what do you really wanna do?"

"Something fun."

"Like what?"

" I dunno. Who cares? Let's go for a walk or something. I just wanna hang out with you."

"Fine, let's go for a walk. To where?"

"Does it matter? Let's just walk round until we die of boredom."

"Knowing you, you probably will..."

"Whatever, let's go!" He grabs my hand and pulls me outside. I stop him.

"Um, Kenny?"

"What?" he says, giving me a look. I glance down at my pants.

"I'm still in my pajamas."

"Oh. Right."

"I'm gonna get dressed." I say, and walk back into the house. He wanted me to walk around in just boxers and a shirt, didn't he? Aargh. I climb the stairs, pull on some random clothes and get back out side. He grins like crazy at me.

"Your pants look super hot."

"Sure they do."

"When we get back, mind if I just pull them off with my teeth?"

I sigh and begin walking. He trails after me just like a lost puppy. He fits the part, too. With him being so fucking cute and all. Damn him to hell. Which he's probably already been to anyway. Aargh, I hate loving Kenny McCormick. It makes life very confusing. Especially when you're me.

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My personal thoughts : This chapter was insane. And completley messed up. 'Twas supposed to be more serious. Oh well.
My Fangirl Thoughts: OH MY EFFING GEE!! Kenny is such a perv yay!! I want to squeeze him until he explodes!!
My Actual Thoughts: Uhm. Wow. I'm nuts. I BLAME YOU, STAN! Bwahahahaha! aaargh, I am so lame. Oh, and sorry about not doing the cameo. It'll be in the next chapter though, I promise.

Review, or...well, I haven't quite thought up-oh, I've got it! Review or Cartman never gets to hug Kenny again! (much evil laughing can be heard in the background)
Peace out, meh homies. I loveth you all to death :) Espcially my faithful reviewers. And readers. (flips you all off in a very Craig- Like way.) (then runs)
Byes!