Ahem. I'm here. I'm not queer. But I'm close. So get used to it! Haha, couldn't help myself.
Anyways...
Warning : This chapter has cursing in Spanish. Yeah. I'm so bilingual! LOL, I'm not even sure if I spelled that right! And The translation may be wrong for them, but it's what I learned them to be...eh. I'm not the smartest individual.
Disclaimer : Don't own. I hate disclaimers. x.X

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Chapter 8 - Cartman's POV

"Mmm…Kenny…?" I slur, opening my eyes and sitting up. I stare down at the blonde, then pull at his sleeve gently. He rolls over to face me, stretches, and hops out of bed. I'll never understand how he can move that quickly in the morning.

"Good morning!" He says loudly. I yawn and stand up, stretching as I do so.

"Yeah, 'morning." I reply, and I'm suddenly being hugged tightly from behind. He's so retarded

"Kenny…"

"Oh yeah. I'm shorter huh? Ha, that's why it's not working right." I pull myself out of his grasp.

"Yeah." I say, then make my way down to the kitchen. I need coffee. His hand grabs mine as we head down the stairs. I let him hold it until we get to the kitchen, then shake him off. I dart around the kitchen, preparing two cups of coffee, and avoiding the Kenny's stare. He's looking at me as if I'm crazy. After starting the coffee-maker-thingy, I spin around to face him.

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like I'm insane."

"That's the face I made? I was going for looking at you like I wanted to screw you…" He grins and shrugs. I roll my eyes, and lean against the counter behind me.

"You're an idiota." I say, grinning. He hates it when I call him names in Spanish.

"Idiot, right?"

"Yupp."

"At least you're calling me things I understand…normally you call me things that make no sense. Bastard."

"Pinche pendejo."

"See? You're doing it again!"

"Aw, c'mon! I told you that one like, a hundred times!" I grin more. It's fun to play with him like this.

"…I don't remember." I laugh loudly.

"You really are a pinche pendejo!" He sends me a look that clearly wishes me a violent death. I sigh.

"It means stupid asshole."

"…yeah. Okay. I knew that. Yeah." He says quickly, a blush tinting his cheeks momentarily.

"Are you…blushing?" I laugh, and his cheeks get redder.

"No!" I advance on him, then lean over him, causing him to blush more.

"This is new, McCormick. I never expected you," I lean in closer "to blush." The blush deepens more.

"Only you could make me blush, Eric." He says, his eyes wide and the blush rising even more. I plant a kiss on his cheek, then stand up fully and walk back over to the now buzzing coffee-maker-thingy. I smirk to myself as I make the cups. I didn't know I had such an advantage over Kenny. Hell, I didn't know anyone had an advantage over Kenny. He's always the one with an advantage. With him being hella sexy and all. No one would be able to resist him. Not even one of the fags in the Style. Especially not one of those fags. I laugh to myself and set a cup down in front of Kenny. Who happens to be trying to make a suggestive face. He looks retarded. I laugh louder and point this out to him.

"Kenny. Stop making faces. You look like you're tripping, dude."

"But I AM."

"On what, exactly?" I say, sitting down across from him. He gives me another retarded look.

"On YOU." There's silence for a second, and then I laugh loudly.

"Hahaha, Kenny, your lame come-ons don't work on me."

"But they make you laugh, right?"

"Duh, Kenny, duh."

"Then don't complain about them, silly." …did he just call me 'silly'? I sometimes wonder what goes on in his head. I drain my cup of coffee in about two seconds and throw it into the sink, where it decides to break.

"Goddamnit."

"Haha, you dumbass. Bet I can make it without breaking" He drains his cup and then throws it. It hits a wall.

"Goddamnit, Kenny."

"Hmm. Guess my aim sucks."

"Ya think? Now clean it up, pendejo."

"Not if you're gonna start that again!"

"Fine, I won't."

"...I'm still not cleaning it," I frown and then shrug.

"Huh. Mom will probably clean it up later." I shrug again. "Anything you wanna do today? Or are you finally gonna go home?"

"I don't want to go home." He says, his eyes suddenly seeming duller."Definitely not."

"Why is that?"

"It's…nothing." He says, and fingers the cut on his cheek.

"Doesn't seem like nothing."

"I just want to hang out with you, okay?"

"Why don't you just tell me?"

"Tell you what?"

"What's wrong with you."

"There's nothing wrong with me." He pulls his hand down to start messing with the cuts on his stomach. Pressing them down. I stare for a second.

"Stop that!" I suddenly yell, and he looks up at me, startled.

"Stop what?"

"Just stop! Seriously!" He seems to realize what's bothering me, as he pushes one of the scars harder.

"But…why?"

"JUST STOP!"

"It doesn't hurt, you know."

"I don't care! Fucking stop it, Kenny!"

"Why, huh? Answer me, and I'll answer you." I stare down at him. He's having one of his moments. Where he seems to channel me.

"It…bothers me. Stop hurting yourself." He pulls his hand away, then tries to hug me. I back up. "Don't touch me before you wash your hands or something."

"You're a bastard." He says, and just drops his hands to his sides.

"So why don't you want to go home?" I ask, ignoring that fact that he just made me talk about feelings. Not like me at all.

"It's not like you think…I didn't get all this there" He says, motioning to his scars "I'm sick of everyone. I want to kill them all. I'm afraid I will if I go back."

"So what in hell caused all that?"

"Ah, well…that was kind of my fault. I pissed someone off and they killed me. Well, I guess he pissed me off first…all I can say is, it was painful."

"Who?"

"No one."

"Seriously."

"You'd kill him"

"That's exactly what I plan to do."

"That's why I'm not telling you" I fold my arms and stare at him. Goddamn, he pisses me off sometimes.

"Well, fine. I'm going to go find out then." I get to the doorway when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I throw it off and get out of the house, slamming the door behind me.

I don't know who killed Kenny.

But whoever it was…They will pay.

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Mwaha. Evil cliffhanger power. Lol, I'm hoping to finish this story in the next chapter, or the one after. Eh. I dunno. But I quite like this chapter, I love Cartman in it. Cartman has FEELINGS. A total OMG. Ah, and I didn't use the sexy power yet, I'm waiting until the end! ((grin))
You know what? I just read the flame that I got on this story. If whoever wrote it comes back, I'd like to say...Yes, this is South Park. And yes, the fluff is horrible. It rots your teeth. And seriously, it's fanfiction. The characters aren't going to be exactly like they are in the show. And if they didn't have their names, they wouldn't be as sexy as they are! And just to make it clear, they are supposed to be somewhere around 16 here. I never really decided the age. Hmph. And I like spelling enjoii like this. It's fun.
Anyways, addressing everyone else, hope you liked it!! Until next time, you have my love!