Cartman got up early hopeing he could get out, and to his
car before Rick wakes up.
He wanted to avoid seeing him that morning.
He quietly tiptoed out of his room, and slowly went down the steps.
He grabbed his bag being ever so quiet and started for the door.
He touched the knob, Then stopped himself from turning it.
He had that urge again.
He looked to the fridge.

'I'll just have one drink before I leave'
Cartman went into his kitchen, opening his fridge and grabbed a full bottle
Of whisky and drunk, on swallow, two swollows, three.
He forced himself to stop at four.
Then quietly put it back and headed for the door.
The burn felt good.

He opened to door quietly and went into his car,
Starting it and driving out of his parkinglot.
Cartman looked to the clock. He was up 30 minneutes early then
when he was suppose to get up. He sighed and clicked on his radio to
his station, It played "Inside the fire" by disturbed.

"Give your soul to me, For eternity.
Release your life, To begin another time with her!
End your grief with me.."

Cartman toke a turn on south ave. Down by South park's
lake and parked on the dirt road.
It was probably illegal to park there, But Cartman didnt care.
The cops in the town would be too stupid to notice anyway.
Cartman looked to the clock again.
Yep, Way to early to pick up Kyle.

The music blew through Cartman's speakers.

'You will shiver, 'Til you deliver
You will remember it all,
Let it blow your mind again..'

Cartman turned off the radio not wanting to listen to music anymore.
He rested his head on the steeringwheel and lifted his head, banging his head lightly
to it three times.
"Your so stupid, fucking stupid, fucking stupid!" He said to himself, he bung his head.

Cartman store down to his feet, while his forhead rested on the steeringwheel.
He had that feeling again.
That sick, Sick fucking feeling.

'Your such a pussy' Cartman thought frowning to himself.
Thinking back at the times, Cartman was intimidated by Rick.
He thought back to all the times He never let anyone scare him.
He was always the one intimidateing other people!
Now look at him.. He's fucking scarred of getting hit a few times?

Cartman rolled his eyes, discusted with himself.
'I became such a fucking wuss' he thought.

Cartman hopped out of his Car and stod infront of the lake.
The quiet lake, the waves perfectly landed to the shore.
Cartman suddenly felt raging anger,
He picked up a rock "YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT I THINK OF YOU RICK?!"
He yelled in the open, He threw the Rock To the lake,
And grabbed another one,

"YOU WANNA KNNOW WHAT I FUCKING THINK OF YOU?!"
He grabed another rock and threw it, then another one.
Pictureing That the lake was Rick.
"I WANT YOU-" He yelled throwing another rock,
"TO FUCKING DIE!" He threw another one.
"I FUCKING-" He threw another one,
"HATE-"

He picked up another rock, then felt himself drop the rock to the ground.
His anger fazzed away and he dropped to his knees and put his hand's to the ground
feeling hot tears come from his face.
He sobbed to himself, on his hands and knee's.
"I.. Hate.. him" He quietly wimpered to himself.
He got no answer, Just the sound of the waves and felt the wind blow into his face.
He cried, and let out a breath of the sobbing tears.
His face felt hott and felt a headache starting to develop.
Cartman sighed, and got his hands from the ground, now sitting up from his knees,
He wipped his tears with his green shirt and sniffed.
Then lifted himself off the ground and his glasy eyes looked to the lake.
He stod there a few moments then turned away, went back into his car,
and drove off.

Cartman stopped at the gas station.
He wanted to get cleaned up before he heads off to pick Kyle up.
When he looked in his review mirrior it looked obvious he was just crying.
Noone can see him like this.
Noone.

He flipped open the door, "DING DONG" The door rang as he entered.
He started walking towards the restroom, and iggnored the weird look
he got from the cash register guy.
He went into the Men's locked the door and Wet a paper towl bringing it
up into his face. The coldness felt relieveing on his hot skin.
He held the towl to his face and padded it around.
He looked to himself in the mirror, and his eyes were still glassy and red.
He rolled his eyes, turned on the sink and with a cupful of water splashed it into
his face, Once, twice, Three times.
he grabbed a dry paper towl and patted his face off.
Cartman looked to the mirror and he looked alittle better.
He got some of the front of his hair wet but who cares.
He sighed and got out, headed towards the door and to his Car.

Kyle smiled on the corner of his street as Cartman came to pick him up.
Cartman didnt drive to Kyle's house anymore beacuse to his mom he was
supposivly "Walking"

Kyle got into the car and smiled, "Hey" He said and pecked Cartman
on the cheek putting his seatbelt on.
"Hey" Cartman forced a smile and started driving.
Kyle rolled his eyes and cocked his head to his boyfriend,
"Stan called me last night" He gazed to him annoyed.
Cartman looked off to the side, "Really?" was all he made out.
"Yeah, It gets so fucking annoying! when will he get the point
that were not friends anymore!"
If Cartman heard this yesterday he'd be fucking exstatic, But right now..
He didnt care. He felt nothing for Kyle not being Stan's friend anymore.
Cartman was zonning out..
"Cartman? Cartman did you hear me?"
Cartman couldnt hear him.

"CARTMAN!" Kyle yelled, Cartman shoke his head and turned the wheel
of the car on accident by the supprise and a car going the oposite direction honked their
horn, and Cartman quickly switched off to the other side.
"FUCK KAHL! I"M FUCKING DRIVEING! DONT DO THAT!"

Kyle glared "You werent listening to me"
Cartman rolled his eyes, 'All he does it bitch, bitch, bitch'
Cartman frowned, "I was listening!"
Kyle crossed his arms, "Really? Then what did I just say?"
Cartman store at him, He tried to think back.. But couldnt remember.
He looked back to the road, "Whatever."

Kyle faced his body towards Cartman, "Whats your problem today?! Why are you being
such a dick?!"
Cartman shoke his head frowning and looked out the window.
He wasent in the mood to fight.
"WHAT?!" Kyle yelled, wondering why Cartman just rolled his eyes at him.
"Nothing ok. Serriously, can we just fucking drop it?" Cartman asked stared to the road.
"Fine" Kyle said shifting forward in his seat.
Cartman looked to Kyle and glared.

Cartman swung open his locker and flung his bag into it and sighed.
Kyle and Cartman went different dirrections when they got into the school.
Cartman shrugged it off, 'If Kyle wants to be a little dramma bitch about every
little thing, then whatever. Its his his problem.' he thought.

"He-lo" He heard a familar voice behind him,
Cartman turned and saw Kenny leaning against the locker beside
him. "Kenny?" Cartman looked at him in shock
"I thought you died?!"
Kenny shrugged, "Yeah. But only for alittle bit. Thought you'd get used to that
by now.. Why isnt Kyle with you?"

Cartman frowned and turned back to his locker.
"Dunno" He muttered simply, Hopeing Kenny would get off the subject.
"Did you guys get in a fight?"
Cartman paused at the question, Then contined putting books in his locker,
"No."

"Then.. Why isnt he with you?"
Cartman's fists tightened and Cartman spun to him,
"I dont fucking care alright?! WHY is it, that just beacuse were.. WHATEVER,
Then people think Were glued to eachother?!"
Kenny raised his eyebrow, "Beacuse you guys are almost always glued to eachother."
Cartman rolled his eyes and slammed his locker shut.
"Whatever" he muttered and started walking down the halls.
Kenny stared to him stalking off, 'Sheesh. somebodys, pissed.' he thought.

Kenny was curious.. Something happened.
He turned to the corner in the hallways and saw Kyle at his locker.
Kenny went up to him.
"Hi" He said.
Kyle looked to him and his eyes widdened,
"KENNY?!"
Kenny rolled his eyes, He had to go through the same conversation every
time he came back.
"Your alive?!" Kyle asked shocked, which he shouldnt be.
Kenny frowned, "Dude, I always come back."

Kyle undid his shocked face and shrugged continueing to take stuff
out of his locker.
"Sooo.. Where's Cartman?"
Kyle paused just like Cartman did,
Kenny smiled amused. 'Hah. and people say their not alike.'
"I really dont care right now" Kyle said sternly not looking to him."
"WHy?" Kenny shrugged
Kyle sighed.
"It's not a big deal, Cartman's just being an asshole like always."
Kenny shrugged again, "Ok" he gave up and leaned against the locker.

"Soo.. Why the fuck did you kill me?"
Kyle let out a tiny smile.
"Ok.. This is going to sound redicoulous" he said in a serrious tone.
Kenny stared at Kyle curiously.
"Hah.. your gunna laugh" Kyle said.

Kenny still stod there.
"Ok. I thought Cartman was cheating on me with you."
A few moments of silence went by,
Then Kenny burst out in laughter.
Kyle sighed, "Yeah, Yeah I know its funny"
Kenny kept laughing, So hard that tears were comming out of his eyes.
Kyle sighed annoyed and shut his locker, looking to Kenny again.
Kenny kept laughing, Kyle frowned irritated.
Kenny noticed and tried to stop laughing, "Sorry, sorry" he said trying
to catch his breath. He finnaly managed to stop laughing.
"Even if I was Gay dont ya think I could do better then Cartman?"
Kyle frowned,
"No offence" Kenny said quickly.
"Non taken" Kyle said starting to walk away.
Kenny followed him,
"Honestly, I have no idea HOW I could like him.
He's such an asshole. But.. I do. It's weird I know."
"Awwww" Kenny said sarcastically putting his hands to the
side of his face.
Kyle rolled his eyes, "Whatever" he said.

Kenny stopped walking and Kyle continued down the hall.
'Guess their both in a bad mood.'

The classes went by slowly.
In Science, Stan noticed that Cartman didnt even try
annoying the shit out of him today.
Which was good.. But kind of strange.
He wondered why.
He was glad, but it was still weird that he didnt.
He saw Cartman mostly just looking down at his desk,
As usual, not listening to the teacher and moving his finger
around frowning.
He looked just like he did a few day's ago.. miserable.
'But Cartman was fine yesterday' Stan observed.
Then he thought of the possibility Cartman might be Bipolar.
Then Stan thought Maybe this was an act and Cartman just wanted
people feeling bad for him, Cartman loved attention.
Then he remembered Cartman hated people feeling bad for him.
He'd more likely be trying to make someone jelous talk too much when he wanted
attention. Never be so.. quiet.

Then stan rolled his eyes and wondered why he even cared.
He shouldnt fucking care,
He's suppose to hate Cartman.
Should'nt he be happy Cartman look's like the walking dead?
Stan glanced to Cartman again, Sometimes he wished he didnt
have such good natured Sympathy for people.
People like Cartman dont even deserve Sympathy.

Cartman plopped himself down at their regular table next to Kyle for lunch.
Kenny sat accross the table leaning over it.
Cartman put his head to his hand stareing down at his food.
Kenny looked confused at Stan from accross the cafeteria.
Kenny looked to Kyle, "Why is Stan sitting over there?"
Kyle didnt look up from his sandwhich "I dont want to talk about it."
Kenny looked to Cartman expecting a reponse from him, put his was to focoused
On moving his spoon around in his soup to even noticed he was looking at him.

Kenny wondered why he looked like that..
'Probably something Rick did' He reminded himself.
Kenny opened his mouth to ask if his mom got married yet,
Then stopped himself. If Cartman looked this bad Now,
Kenny didnt want to remind him about it.

"Soo..." Kenny mused trying to get a conversation going.
"What have you guys been up too sense I've been gone?"
Kyle looked to Cartman and blushed, and looked back to his plate,
Avoiding Kenny's eyes. "Nothing" he murmered.
Kenny raised his eyebrow obviously something happened.

Kenny looked to Cartman, But he still said nothing, frowning down into
his soup moving the noodles around with his spoon, not takeing any bites.

"You Ok?" Kenny asked stupidly, even though he knew the answer.
Cartman didnt say anything.
Kyle leaned over the table and whispered, "He's been like this all day"
"I can hear you" Cartman said not takeing his eyes off from the soup.

Kenny shrugged and Kyle lowered himself back into the seat.
Kenny rubbed his hands together, he was still curious about the
whole Kyle blushing thing.
He knew Kyle.. It was hard to get his cheeks to burn up.
"So.." Kenny began still rubbing his hands together.
"Anything.. Interesting happen in the last few days?"

Kenny grinned when he saw Kyle's face turn pinkish again.
"Uh.." He said,
"Nope." Kyle looked to Cartman again, who made no facial expression
change what so ever. just kept his stare.
Kenny smiled, This was so obvious.

Kenny crossed his arms with a smirk accross his face.
This was so good.

At the end of lunch, Kenny went to go find Stan.. He was wondering
what was going on.
Jesus, alot can happen when your dead for only a few days.
He got to Stan,
"Hi" Kenny smiled.
Stan turned to Kenny and his face turned shocked,
"KENNY?! YOUR ALIVE?!"

Kenny slapped his hand to his face.
must he go through this every single fucking time.
Sometimes he thinks his friends just do this to annoy him.
"Yes. I come back remember" Kenny said with his eyes still clenched shut and
his hand to his head.
Stan's face went back to normal and he shrugged looking back to his locker.

"Dude.. What happened with you and Kyle?"
Kenny saw Stan's hands clutch onto the door of his locker
tightly and his teeth clenched.
"Ask him" he said slamming his locker shut and walking off.
"But I did! he wouldnt tell me either!" he called, but Stan kept walking.
He sighed. His friends didnt tell him anything anymore.

Kenny turned, and then saw Kyle a few feet away.
He smiled and walked to him, He leaned against the locker
next to Kyle, "SO.." Kenny grinned slyly.
Kyle looked to him, then looked back to his locker.
"What were you and Stan talking about?" he asked putting books into his locker.
Kenny's grin fadded, "Oh, not much. boring shit."
Kyle didnt look to him, "Huh." He said.

Kenny grinned again, "So... when did it happen?"
Kyle looked to him confused, "When did what happen?"
Kenny's smile went wider, "You know what I'm talking about" He raised his eyebrows
up and down.
A moment went by then Kyle frowned, "Who told you?!"

Kenny shrugged, "Noone. It's just so obvious."
"How?!"
"Haha. Kyle, so much to learn. Well for one, You light up like a red christmas
light when I ask what happened while Ive been gone, two you always looked to
cartman with that look, three, Dude, Its me, You think I wouldnt find out?!"

Kyle sighed and shut his locker slowly,
"Is it really that obvious?"
Kenny put his hand to his shoulder,
"Maybe not to most people, but to me it was."
Kyle smiled, Kenny's slept with almost every girl on the cheerleading
squad. of corse he'd know.

Kyle turned and started walking away.
Kenny caught up to him,
"So how was it?"
Kyle looked around him, and "Dude, I'm not telling you that!"
Kenny nudged kyles rib "Come on! give me some deetailss"
Kyle laughed, "No way dude."
"Why? Come on, please?! it should have happened a long ass time ago!"
Kyle shrugged as he stod infront of the gym doors.
"Sorry Kenny" he smiled and walked
into the locker room for next piriod.
Kenny rolled his eyes, 'so much for picturing it.'

Kyle knew there was something serriously wrong with Cartman.
When he tried to piss Stan off today, Cartman wasent playing along.
He just shrugged it off.

Kyle started worrying about what was going on at home..
I mean.. Rick beats him for christs sake!
He was wondering if he should talk to him about it later.

"ALRIGHT LADIES!" Mr. Ryler called out,
"Strip down, In other words, Take off your shirts, It's basketball time!"
All the guys started takeing off their shirts.

Kyle toke his off.
Cartman store to Mr. Ryler.
'He cant be fucking serrious'

Mr. Ryler looked to Cartman,
"Theadore Cartman! whip off the shirt boy, it's gunna get real sweaty in here!'
Cartman didnt move.
Mr. Ryler raised his eyebrow, "Shirt off Cartman"
Cartman didnt move and everyone looked to him.
"Now" Mr. Ryler said getting annoyed.
Cartman frowned looking around at everyone stareing at him.

"Psht. Whatever dude" Cartman said heading for the doors,
"CARTMAN? The hell you think your doing?!" Mr. Ryler called.
"Going home!" He called back not looking to him.
"You leave those doors, your failing this class!"
"Suck my balls!" Cartman said swinging the door open and left.

Mr. Ryler sighed and wrote something down on a pad of paper.
"Ok boys, Everyone who is PARTICIPATING go grab the basketballs."

All the guys looked around and slowly did as told.
Kyle crinkled his nose,
'Why the fuck did Cartman do that?!'

Stan laughed. '17 years and he's still the same.'

"That's bullcrap" Cartman said as he got into his car.
'Why the fuck did we need to take off our shirts anyway?!
Mr. Rylers probably a fucking perve'

He started his car and backed up.
The reason he didnt..
When Rick kicked him hard yesterday a brown bruise toke over almost the whole
left side of his stomach.
He wasent going to let everyone see that.
He sighed and started driving.

He wondered where the fuck he went wrong in life.
He toke a turn, That fucking feeling was back.
For some reason all he wanted to do is go home
and get that burning feeling, It sinks into his stomach and That fucking
feeling goes away.
All he needed was just another drink.

AUTHORS NOTE:
I didnt think I'd beable to write the whole thing today..
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