Cartman backed his Car up into his driveway and shut off the engine.
He groaned getting out of his car and shutting the door behind him.
He did not like being told he HAD to come home.
Acctualy he didnt not like being told he had to do anything.
It kept bugging him in his mind what Rick and his mom had to tell him.
"Better be fucking worth it." Cartman muttered opening his door.

He slammed the door behind mom walked into the living room,
"Oh, hey sweetie" She smiled.
Cartman glared "What did you guys wanna tell me?"

She cocked her head "Huh?" She asked confused.
Cartman rolled his eyes,
"Rick texted me I had to get here so you guys could fucking tell me something."
"Oh." His mother now remembered."Right,"
Rick came down from downstairs,
"Hey junior"
Cartman felt a pinch in his gut when he saw him.
"What the fuck did you guys want to tell me?!"

"Um.." Liane looked uncomfortably to rick,
"We figured it's best to tell you tomorow.."
Cartman frowned, "Tell me what tomorow?!"
He felt himself getting frustrated.
Rick smiled, "You'll see"

Cartman could feel his anger developing in his chest.

"So You text me to come home to tell me something and
now your fucking not telling me!" He tightened his fists.

"Oh, Poopsikins, Its kind of a big deal,We Shouldnt have brought it up just yet."
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!" Cartman stomped his foot.
"We'll letcha know tomorow" Rick kept smiling.
"I dont want to know tomorow, I want to know right fucking now!"He yelled.

Liane looked to rick,"Tomorow" Rick smiled.
Cartman threw his hands in the air "UGH!"
He began stomping up the stairs to his room.

'What the fuck do they wanna tell me?!'

"Told you it would be a good movie" Wendy smiled to Stan walking out of the theatre.
"Yeah.. uh, It was great" Stan lied.
"See, I usually am right." Wendy kissed him on the cheek
"Yeah, You sure are." Stan said.
Kyle couldnt help but laugh. It was funny seeing Stan react to everything Wendy
said. He knew Stan hated the fucking movie just as much as he did.

And it wasent only the fact that Stan had his arm around Wendy the whole time and Kenny was making out with the blonde girl, and Kyle sat there alone.
Kyle felt regreat in his stomach just thinking back at it.
Kenny and Stan with their girls, holding them, just looking at them made him miss Cartman..alot.

He should have been there with him.
'I should have just agreed with the asshole.'
Kyle thought looking to the ground as they walked to Stan's Car.

Kenny already left.
The blonde girl, whose name they still didnt know, was suppoisivly
having Kenny sleep over at her house tonight.
'Kenny can be such a whore somtimes' Kyle smirked.
Kyle loved Kenny as a friend but damn, did he really need a new girl to fuck every weekend?

Stan opened Wendy's side of the door, and Went around to the front,
Kyle sat in the back. As always when Wendy's with them.

"I'm so glad you came Stan,
I wish Bebe could have came with us with Mark." She smiled,

"Yeah. Too bad." Stan said starting up the car not really caring.
"You know what? We should do this again! This was alot of fun" She smiled.
Stan rolled his eyes, 'I dont want to sit through another one of your boring movies'

But he turned to her and faked a smile, "Yeah, That'd be great"
Wendy kissed Stan on the cheek again.
"Have I told you how much I love you?"
Kyle looked to Stan.
Stan blushed, "Yeah" He smiled and backed up his car.

Kyle wished Cartman would say those kind of things.. but he didnt.
If he did it would be extreamly rare.
Kyle closed his eyes, He missed Cartman already, And its only been a few hours sense the fight.

Stan drove onto the road, while Wendy was talking to him about something,
and Stan was pretending to listen.
Kyle let out a quiet laugh, 'Poor Stan.' He laughed to himself quietly.
Kyle knew his best friend loved her, sometimes, Stan just wished she wouldnt talk to him like she talked to Bebe. He was a guy, He didnt care about all the girl talk she throws into it.

Stan finnaly pulled up to Wendy's house, She unbuckled her seatbelt,
"Thanks Stan" They kissed and she hoped out of the car, She smiled to him.
Kyle opened the door and got up into the font seat.
Wendy stod on her doorstep still smiling giddily and waving to Stan.
Stan waved back and smiled, Then drove off.
Everything became so quiet with her out of the Car.

"Hey Dude?" Kyle looked to his best friend.
Stan looked to him, "Yeah?"
Kyle felt nervous, He knew Stan was heading towards his house..
and right now, that was the last place he wanted to be.

"Can I spend the night at your place?"
Stan's face turned into conceren, "Why?"
Kyle looked down "I kinda.. got into a fight with my mom."

Stan toke a turn on the street,
"What happened?"

Kyle didnt think he would tell Stan this,
He knew Stan wasent his and Cartman's number one fan on the fact their dateing,
and didnt like to hear most of their problems, but sense He'd already gotten this far..

"I um.. Ok, So I brought Eric to my house.."
Stan's eye's widdened,
"You did?! Kyle your mom fucking hates him!"

"I know, But Eric really wanted to come over for some reason,
so I let him."

Stan quickly looked to the road then back to Kyle,
"WHAT HAPPENED?!" He asked despreatly.

"Well uh..
It wasent pretty. Eric was being an ass to my mom,
then my stupid brother decided to tell my mom that.."
Kyle paused, Wondering if he should tell him about the kissing incodent,
He decided to Skip it.

"Well, Ike told her something then She started freaking out
and kept going on about how we shouldnt kiss and all this random shit, and dude,
She's always been nagging me about it!
Every fucking day she's like, Kyle, Are you sure your not just confused,
and Kyle I dont feel comfortable with you dateing Eric" Kyle immitaded her voice.

Kyle felt his anger slipping into his tone,
"And I was so fucking sick of it, you know?!
So I kissed him right infront of her to fucking show her off!"

Stan starred at Kyle in disbelief, Speachless.
"Dude.. You did that?"
Kyle sighed, tonning his anger down a bit,
"Yeah"

The car became Silent.
A few secounds later Stan looked to Kyle,
"Look dude, I'll let you Stay the night at my house,
but we cant stay up to late or my mom will flip."
Kyle smiled, "Thanks dude."

Kyle looked down then back to him,
"Oh, and dont tell Cartman"
Stan looked at Kyle and raised his eyebrow,
With a look that said, 'Why?'

Kyle rolled his eyes,
"You know how he is. He's already pissed at me enough as it is."
Stan glared, "Dude, It's not like we'll do anything, Were not like that."
"I know, That's what I keep telling him"

Stan looked to Kyle,
"Wait, Is that why he is such an dick to me?"
Kyle shrugged, "Probably."

Stan rolled his eyes,
"That's what I mean Kyle."
Kyle looked to him confused,

"Dude.. I'm not telling you to break up with him or anything,
But the thing I told Cartman in science class was true.
Dont get mad at me for saying this, but how can you like him?
I dont fucking get it,You guys are totally opposite,
Plus he's a fucking asshole and You deserve so much more then That Kyle."

Kyle looked down Sadly to the floor of Stan's Car.
This wasent the first time Stan brung this conversation up.

"Its hard to explain.. I know he's a fucking asshole, but..I dont know,
When Were alone he's so fucking different."

Stan raised his eyebrow, "Like how?"
"Like.. I dont know.. I know he comes off as an ass on the outside, but..
He has a whole other side of him. He doesnt act that way around you guys but when were alone,
He's just.. different"

Stan stared at the road, "That's hard to believe."
"I know."
Stan shrugged, "Well whatever Kyle, I just know you deserve better"
Kyle smiled at Stan's sympathy. He knew Stan was just trying to help,
But it was hard to explain what Cartman and him had.

Kyle blinked, "Am I making any sense?"
Stan smirked, "No"
Kyle laughed, "I guess You just dont see him like I do."
Stan pulled up to his driveway "I guess not."

Cartman stared at the side of his stomach in the mirror.
He strolled his finger along the lines of the bruise.
It was looking alittle better.
It wasent purple anymore, More like a brownish yellow.
His mom left a few hours ago and Cartman decided it was best to Stay in his room.
He didnt want to be anywhere near Rick while he was here alone with him.

Cartman has been up in his room with his music blarring for two hours
and was fucking bored out of his mind.

He toke his pack out of the drawer and grabbed a ciggerate.
He had been craving one for about 30 minnneutes now.
Cartman promised himself he wouldnt step a foot downstairs sense that asshole's here.
But he couldnt hold his crave in any longer.
Cartman stomped down the steps,
His mind focusing on getting outsideas soon as possible,
not even takeing a glance in Rick's direction.

"Hey Junior," Rick said as Cartman headed towards the door.
Cartman stoped his walking for door and sighed, 'Too late.'

Cartman turned to Rick who sat on the couch.
"Grab me a beer will ya?"

Cartman was about to say
'fuck no, get it yourself.'

But then he remembered what happened last time.
Cartman rolled his eyes and grunted to himself walking into the kitchen.
He toke a beer out of the fridge and walked back to Rick tossing it to him.
Before Rick came into the picture they never had beer in the fridge, now they had packs of it.

Rick caught the Can and patted the seat next to him,
"Come on, come watch the game."
Cartman looked at the Tv and nodded.
He never really liked sports.
"no, Its ok"

Rick smiled, "No come on, I insist."
Cartman kept frowning but slowly walked to the couch and sat down next to him.
"You like sports junior?" He smiled.
Cartman scrunched his nose, "No."

"Why? Come on, All guys gotta apreciate a good game of football."
Cartman didnt replie, just stared at the Tv. He fucking hated sports, but it was better then looking at Rick.

Rick gave Cartman a hard pat on the back,
"Come on Kid, Lighten up,
Why you gotta be so uptight all the time?"

Cartman frowned Not taking his eyes off the Tv.
"I'm not fucking uptight all the time,
I just fucking hate having to sit here and hear you
pretending that you give a fucking damn about me."

Rick frowned and flicked cartman hard on his forhead.
Cartman acctually had to pull his head away and put his hand to the spot
"Ow!" Cartman frowned to him
"Dont be a smartass" Rick warned.

Cartman glarred and got up from the couch heading towards the kitchen.
He couldnt stand another fucking minneute next to that guy.

Cartman opened the fridge, completely forgetting about the ciggerate.
His eyes went over the items of food, then his eyes landed on Rick's Vadka.

Cartman got a thought.. He quickly leaned over,
taking a quick look to Rick who's eyes were set on the Tv
while he toke a swig of his beer.
Cartman went back to the fridge and grabbed the vadka bottle and set it on the table.
He got a cup out of the cubord and poured the vadka into the it.
When the cup was full he closed the bottle, returning it to the fridge, and grabbed ig.
It looked like water.

He walked into the living room passing Rick,
Who didnt bother to look at him, And Cartman walked up the steps.

He shut the door behind him and looked at the toke a gulp, He coughed when he forced himself to swallow. He felt a burning sensation in his throat then travel down his stomach as he swallowed.
He frowned at the cup.

Its not like he never drank alcohol.
He had when Kenny brought him to Partys.
But this tasted so much stronger.
Cartman toke another gulp of the drink and this time enjoyed
the burning. This is what he despreatly wanted right now.
Cartman sat down at his desk and toke another drink.

Kyle laid down on the blankets Stan set up for him on his floor.
Kyle starred up at ceiling.
He couldnt stop thinking Of Cartman.

He didnt bring it up to Stan beacuse he knew how much
Stan hated hated when he talked about him.
Which was hard for Kyle, beacuse he really wanted his best friend's oppinion on this.
Stan's been with Wendy for years, He should know about this kind of stuff.
Stan was up on his bed above Kyle working on his homework.

Stan glanced At kyle. Kyle was starring at the ceiling
looking like he was thinking hard about something.

'Probably something about Cartman..Again.'
Stan glared.
Stan knew whenever Kyle felt down it ALWAYS something to do with Cartman.

That's another reason why he fucking hated Cartman's guts.
Seeing his best friend like that,
and it was always that asshole's fault.
He still couldnt figgure out how he put up with Cartman's shit all the time when he was younger,
and now Cartman's just dragging Kyle into it. It made him sick.

Stan looked again to his sad friend,
"What's wrong?" He asked. Though he knew he probably already knew.

Kyle didnt look down from the ceiling.
"I dont know.." he said slowly
"It's just Eric." He said.

Stan glared, 'I knew it.'
"How can he be fucking mad at me?
For talking to you?! I didnt acctually think he'd leave!"

Stan sighed,
"Kyle, It's Cartman.
Of corse he'd leave. he loves to show people off."
Kyle glarred "I know."

The room filled with silence.
"Dude, Dont worry about it,
You guys will be fine.
You guys always do this then get back together."

Kyle shrugged "I guess" Kyle said quietly.

The room went silent again.

Stan really wanted to Change the subject,
He grabbed the phone,
"Dude call your mom or something,
I dont want the cops looking for you or anything"
Stan held the phone out to him.

Kyle rolled his eyes and toke the phone from his dialed his number,
Two rings went by then heard his dad pick up
"Hello?"
"Dad, I'm staying over at Stan's tonight"
"Kyle! I heard what happened! how could you be so disrespectful and-"
"Dont call the cops. I'm staying here. dont call."

Kyle said over his dad's voice and hung up.
Stan smirked "Your nice."

Kyle glarred. He had no intention of being nice to either of his parents/
If they cant respect his life choices, Why should he respect them?

Suddenly Stan's door opened,
"Boys, It's getting late, Time to get some sleep"
Sharron said.
Stan looked to her, "Ok mom"
Kyle smiled, "Thanks for letting me stay over."
Sharron smiled, "Sure Kyle. I know how it feels to being fights with your parents at your age."
She shut the door and Kyle laid back down to the ground.
Stan walked up tohis light switch and shut it off.

Cartman groaned as he switched the stations on his radio that morning.
He was not looking forward to today.
He was not exactly excited about having to see Kyle after what happened.
He just wanted to get through the day as fast as he could and get home,
and hear what the fuck Rick and his mom where talking about telling him yesterday.

He was already in a pissed off mood.
Hhis head hurt, he only got 4 hours of sleep, he threw his alarm clock against the wall When it rung this morning, He had no breakfast and already knew today was going to be a bad fucking day.

Cartman turned onto the parking lot of his highschool and shut off the car.
Cartman glarred when He saw Stan's Gray Car.
'He probably brought Kyle to school' He thought iritaded.
Cartman swung his backpack onto his back that slapped against his brown T-shirt that said in Red letter's on the front "Bite me"

Cartman got into the school and walked to his locker, quickly put in the combination and swung it open.
His locker had papers stacked in there, which was used sense the first semester.
He had gum Sticked on the ledge, Candy wrappers and more possible things stuffed inside.

He jamed his bag inside, preventing stuff to fall out and quickly slammed it turned and saw Kyle standing rolled his eyes, "What?!"
"I just wanted too -"
Cartman walked away,He really didnt want to hear it.
He didnt want to deal with that shit right now.
Kyle stod there sadly walking Cartman walk away,
'Did I do something wrong?' He asked himself.

Cartman walked into science class and rolled his eyes at the sight of Stan.
Stan didnt look to happy to see him either.
Cartman walked and sat down at his desk.

Mr. Jhonson Walked in,
"Ok Class, Today were going to be working with our partners again and continueing
on the project, So team up, and everything you've missed sense last time, you now have time to work on."

Mr. Jhonson sat down at his desk going through papers.
Everyone got up from their desks going to their Partners.
Stan felt angry just looking at Cartman.

'How the hell did WE become partners!'
he didnt want to work with the asshole that's giving his best friend all this fucking greif!
Stan just so badly wanted to just punch him for all the shit he's put Kyle through.

Cartman glarred when he saw Stan frowning and walking towards his desk.
He really, REALLY didnt want to fucking talk to that douchebag right now.
Cartman fucking had it.

Stan got to Cartman's Desk and looked down to Cartman with an evil smirk.
Cartman starred back refusing to be intimidated.
Stan sat down next to him, "We dont have to talk.
Let's just work on the assignment and get it over with"

Cartman stared at him, then nodded. It sounded like the best solution.

Cartman quickly stalked out of the room as soon as the bell Rang,
Leaving Stan frowning, and left with The project chemicals on the Desk.
Partners were suppose to help your partner put the crap away but Cartman decided to just let Stan do it.
He laughed quietly as he walked down the hall.

Later he remembered He now had Gym.
Cartman glarred, He couldnt skip again, he knew Mr. Ryler is a fucking hot head.
It wasent only the fact his body still hurt from Rick,
But also knowing he's going to have to See Stan and Kyle in the Class.
Cartman groaned at thought.
He didnt want to see either of them.
He already had to sit through an hour with Stan,
Now he had to deal with the asshole again!?
AND KYLE?!
It didnt excite him.

Cartman opened the gym doors and headed towards the locker room.
He went through the small hallway in the locker room and he felt even more pissed off when he remembered Kyle's lockerwas right next to him in the private room.

The private room was assigened to Cartman and Kyle and a few other guys
when They Came out.
The rest of the Straight guys didnt feel comfortable getting undressed around Gays so
Mr. Ryler came up with the 'Private room.'
They have one in the girls locker room for lesbians too.
Cartman opened the door, and Ted Turner and Gabe Bernead Were already undressing.
They were openly Gay. Single, but gay.
Cartman went to his locker doing the combo.

'Maybe if I just get my clothes on quick and get my shit,
I wont even see kyle' Cartman thought, Putting the combination.
Then he heard the door open beside him and rolled his eyes.
'I thought too soon.'

Only four boys in this class had four guys in the private room,
So Cartman knew it was Kyle's footsteps comming closer, But refused to look at him.

Cartman grabbed his gym shorts, avoiding contact with Kyle.
Kyle knew Cartman was iggnoring him and did his combination.
He toke out his gym clothes, and looked to Cartman.

"Why did you just walk away when I was talking to you?!"
Kyle frowned.
Cartan rolled his eyes, already annoyed, and iggnored his question.
Cartman toke off his pants, and his shirt, grabbing his papers out of his locker.
He forgot about the Marks...

Kyle's eyes went wide, He looked up and down at Cartman's body.
"C..Cartman?" Kyle asked quietly
Cartman looked at him and Saw Kyle's worried expression.
Cartman just realized Kyle saw the bruises.

"Shit." he whispered to himself bending down,
grabbing the shit that fell out of his locker when he opened it.

"Cartman?" Kyle asked again,
"Why are you covered in bruises?"

Cartman put on his sweatpants,
"It's nothing Ok?"
Kyle's heart went faster,
'Why does he look like that? What the fuck happened?!'

"What happened? Why do you have marks.."
Kyle touched the side of his stomach where there was a yellowish brown bruise
was marked.
Cartman slapped his hand away, "I said its fucking nothing alright?!"
He heard his voice get louder, and caused one of the other guys in the private room to look over at them.

Kyle's worried look never left his face,
"No.. No, Why do you look like that?"
Cartman threw on his shirt and rolled his eyes,
"Its fucking nothing! Just leave it the fuck alone Ok?! Christ!"
Cartman pushed past him and swung open the doorand it slammed behind him.

Kyle store at the door,

'What the fuck is going on?'

Stan ran laps next to Kyle.
He noticed Kyle was acting really.. Strange.
He wondered if It had something to do with
him seeing Cartman in the private room before class.
'Probably.' Stan thought to himself. 'It's always that asshole's fault.'

Stan looked behind them and Saw Cartman running, looking
down to the floor.
"Fucking asshole" Stan muttered quietly to himself.
"What?" Kyle looked up to him.
"Nothing" Stan said quickly.
Stan wanted to get Kyle's mind off him,
"Hey Dude, Do you need another ride after school?"
Kyle looked behind him to Cartman then back to Stan,
"Probably." Kyle said and looked back down to the ground.

Ok, This was really bothering Stan now.
"Dude, Did something happen when You and Cartman were in the
private room?"
Kyle jumped a little at the question, Caught off gaurd.
Then he slowly looked behind him back to Cartman again.
"Yeah" Kyle said still locking his eyes to him.
"What happened?" Stan asked, Breathing hard from the running.
Kyle looked to Cartman one last time then quickly looked back,
"I'll tell you later."

Kyle walked out with Stan at the end of Gym.
Just as Kyle predicted, Cartman didnt say a word to him in class.
Cartman didnt even look at him.

When Kyle was hopeing to ask him about the marks again, But when He rushed to the private room,
Cartman was already gone, And his gym clothes were already in his locker.
Kyle looked to the ground while walking to Stan's Car.
He hated being in fights with Cartman.. he missed him..
And He was fucking worried about him, 'Where did all those bruises come from?!'

Kyle was glad school was over now though, What he realy needed was to talk
to Stan about this, Talk to anyone, His mind couldnt take it anymore.
Kyle saw his eyes set on Cartman's corvett he sighed.
He missed riding with him in his car.

Stan saw Kyle starring at Cartman's car and rolled his eyes.
He really wished he could understand what Kyle meant when he
said, Cartman was "Different" when they were alone.
Stan couldnt immagine Cartman being any different. He's been an
asshole his whole life, It was hard to imagine him being any different.

Stan and Kyle got into Stan's Car and Stan backed his Car up and started to drive to the road.
"So what were you gunna tell me?" Stan asked looking both ways, to make sure
no cars were pulling up.

Kyle still store down sadly.. "Eric.. Had bruises all over.." He said staring into space.
Stan raised his eyebrow, "What?"
"He.. He had bruises, all over him" Kyle said quietly.
Stan frowned, "From what?"
"I.. I dont know." Kyle still store down to the ground.

Silence filled the Car, Stan looked to him again,
"Did you ask him about it?"
"Yeah. He just told me to fucking drop it."
Stan looked back to the road,
He didnt know what to think.
Cartman, Having bruises all over him?
Really?

Kyle spoke again, "He doesnt tell me anything.
he never tell's me anything." Stan heard Kyle's voice crack,
He looked over at him and saw his friend's eyes turn glassy.
Stan felt sorrow in his chest for seeing him on the verge of tears,
Stan put one hand on the steering wheel, and one he placed on Kyle's
shoulder,
"Kyle.. Kyle It's Ok, Dont cry over it.
It's probably nothing."

Kyle rubbed his eyes and looked at the window.
"Yeah." he said quietly
Stan looked back to the road and sighed.
Kyle couldnt stop thinking about it..
'How could Cartman have gotten bruises?'

Cartman frowned out the window of his mom's mini van.
As soon as Cartman drove home, Rick and His mom said they should
go out somewhere. Cartman really didnt want to go anywhere.
Espeshily with them. He just wanted to know what the fuck their keeping from him.

Rick sat in the front seat next to my mom who was driving.
Rick Smiled and Put his hand on Liane's Hand, She looked at him and smiled.
Cartman rolled his eyes, It made him fucking sick.

His mom pulled into Red lobster's parking lot.
"Come on" She announced opening the door.
Cartman glared and got out.
He hasent been here in forever.
Not like it matters, He didnt like the food much anyway.
Rick, Cartman and Liane walked inside the restrount.

A girl with brown hair and a green appron and hat smiled at them,
"Hello, seating for three?"
"Yes ma'am" Rick Smiled,
"Right this way" She turned and they followed behind her.

She lead them to their table.
Rick and Liane sat on one side and Cartman in the other.
"Your waitress will be right with you," The girl smiled, handed them
two menu's and walked away.

Liane smiled, "Isnt this great, we havent been here in forever" She smiled.
Cartman held his head up with his hand and grunted.
"I knew you'd like it" Rick smiled and kissed Lian on the cheek.

Cartman felt his stomach burn and he rolled his eyes.
He fucking hated when Rick did that shit.

A Women with Black hair and the same outfit as the last girl came up to their
table, "What can I get for you?"
Liane smiled, "I'll have the french toast and eggs," Lian looked on the menu,
"And a diet sprite please" The women wrote the order down on a pad of paper.
"I'll have the Steak, and hamburger, and uh, you guys dont sell alcohal here do ya?"
Rick looked up to her,
The waitress kept her smile, "No, sorry sir we dont."
"Oh, well thats fine. I'll have a um, a coke then."
The women wrote it down.

Liane looked to Cartman, "What do you want sweetie?"
Cartman was frowning ever sense he stepped foot in this place.
Cartman looked up, "I dont care" He muttered.

"Oh.. Hmm.." Liane looked at the menu
"How about.. Ok, He'll have the clam chowder soup and a water"
Cartman looked at her, "A water?! are you fucking serious?!" He frowned to his mom.
The waitress looked alittle set back on Cartman's reaction, Not like he cared.
Liane looked to the waitress "Oh um, Actually change that, He'll have a sprite"
The waitress slowly wrote down the order.
Her smile was now gone.
"Ok, Your order will be with you in just a few minneutes."
Liane smiled, "Thank you"
The waitress walked off.

Rick put his arm around Liane, "Now isnt this nice, Alla us bein here
like a family" he smiled.

Cartman rolled his eyes,
'Were not a fucking family' He thought bitterly.

A few minneutes later the order was brought.
The black haired waitress brought back trays and Set
there order's infront of them.
Cartman got his and just moved his spoon around in the soup.

Liane looked to Rick, "Now?" She asked him.
"Now" He smiled.
Cartman looked at them confused.

"Sweetie.." Liane smiled to her son,
"We have something to tell you"
Cartman frowned, "I know. What the fuck is it?"

Liane and Rick looked to eachother with sheepish smiles
plastered accross there faces.
Cartman was getting annoyed, "WHAT THE FUCK IS IT?!"

Rick held Liane in his arm, And Liane Leaned closer from the table
and held onto Cartman's Hand,
"Sweetie?" She looked into his eyes.
"Me and Rick.. Were getting married!"

AUTHORS NOTE:
Muhahaha! yes I had to stop there XD
Yes.. Rick and Lian are getting married..
See Cartman's reaction in the next chapter.
lol, I'll write it tomorow,
Hope you liked it!
I love you reviewers!!