Everyone looked to Cartman's cast.
Cartman pretended not to notice by putting his hand to his head
stareing down at his desk.
Kyle stared at him feeling an achey feeling inside.
'He broke his arm.. He broke his fucking arm?!
Beacuse of me?! beacuse of what I did!'

Cartman looked down to his paper silently writting notes.
Atleast Rick broke his left hand.. He can still write with his right.
Cartman glanced over to Kyle who was stareing at him,
Cartman then focoused his eyes back onto the paper.
Last night was horable.
His mom didnt do anything while Rick beat him mercolously.
Cartman knew he should be mad at Kyle.. He knew Kyle told the cops.
Kenny wouldnt fucking do it.

Cartman looked down to his cast that had a few signatures on it in ink.
He sighed. It hurt just moving his fingers, The doctor advised him not to do it
but Cartman did anyways.
He wanted to heal fast and get his arm out of this fucking
cast. Cartman thought back to the doctors office yesterday.
Rick eventually was done with Cartman and went off to bed.
THEN his mom came to Cartman's side comforting him.
Cartman rolled his eyes at the thought.

'Yeah. Fucking help me AFTER he's done'
He thought bitterly.
He fucking hated her.
How could she stand by and let Rick do that to him!
'Beacuse she was fucking scared.' Cartman answered his own question.
Then he remembered he did the exact same thing when Rick went after
his mom. He glared and looked back down to the paper.

He noticed from the corner of his eye Kyle still stareing at him.
Cartman looked to him, and Kyle gazed back.
Cartman made no expression.
He looked back down to his paper.

Kyle's heart felt like someone suddenly squezed all the blood out of it.
When he looked at Cartman, Cartman just store at him back with a plain
look. Kyle expected Cartman to flip him off or give him a death look like he usually
does when he's pissed off about something.. But he didnt.
He just looked to him for a few secounds, catching Kyle looking at him,
and just looked back down.

Kyle looked down to his own desk.
He could swear behind Cartman's empty eyes he just gave him
there was saddness.. heart breaking saddness.. he could sense it.
'Cartman's not himself..'

Kyle looked to Cartman again noticing he had a fat lip also,
with alittle bit of dry blood stained onto it.
Kyle's chest burned.
'What did he do to him.. what did he do to him?' he asked himself feeling himself
weakning at just the thought of what happened.
'I should have never told.' Kyle regreated.
'I should have just fucking listened to Kenny.'

Class ended and everyone started getting up from their seats.
Instead of running out of the hallways, like the normal Eric Cartman
would, He toke a few secounds still stareing into space while people passed
him, then finnaly and slowly got up from his seat.
Kyle watched him the whole time feeling drained.
Cartman's normaly the first one out of class.. not the last.

Kyle hurried and caught up to him, standing by.
Cartman looked to Kyle who walked up to him.
Cartman said nothing, Just looked back down to the ground.
"Uh.. Hey" Kyle smiled a tiny bit, hopeing to see the same.
Cartman didnt say anything back.
Kyle looked to Cartman's casted arm that hung from the bandage accross
his neck.
"Cartman.. I'm... I'm so sorry"
Cartman shrugged "It's cool dude." He responded quietly, still looking to the ground.
Kyle raised up his eyebrows, "No its not cool! You got your arm broken! beacuse of me!
I am so fucking sorry, I was just trying to help, I didnt know.."
"It's fine" Cartman cut him off.

Kyle store at him unbelieveably.
"Cartman.. This is not fine"

Cartman was quiet a few secounds,
Then shrugged "Kahl it happens. Nothing we can do about it now"
His eyes remained to the floor.

Kyle looked down.
He cant believe it.
'Cartman was just letting it go?!
HIS FUCKING ARM'S BROKEN!
He should be mad at him! He should be fucking pissed off!
Eric Cartman wouldnt say this.. he just.. doesnt care.
It's like.. He doesnt care that his arm's broken.. at all.'

Stan walked up to them reading his chemical book
"Kyle I get the acid part of the.." Stan paused when he looked Up
and saw Cartman, then his cast.
Stan's eyes went wide, "Dude! what happened?!"
Cartman shrugged "Bike accident."
Stan looked to Kyle doubtfully then back to Cartman.
Stan laughed alittle looking at how hard the cast looked.
Must have been heavy.
"Ha ha fatass. Your going to have to carry all
that extra weight around with you. Think you can handle it?"
He teased.

Stan laughed, Awaiting one of Cartman's sneerish Asshole Remarks
But Cartman's face didnt faze.
Stan kept his laugh, and Cartman simply walked past him.
Stan stopped laughing.. "Dude.. what the fuck?" Stan asked Kyle.
Serriously Supprised Cartman just kind of walked away.. from an insult.
He's never done that in his entire fucking life!

Kyle store at Cartman half way down the hall, slowly walking to his next
class. Kyle looked back to Stan's shocked expression "He just.. I dont know."
Kyle walked past him walking to next piriod. He had to get away from Stan.. he didnt want
to talk about it anymore.
Cartman looks so fucking down..
As soon as Kyle sat at his new desk He put his fingers through his hair and cruntched onto
the strands as his forhead was on the desk.
He wasent exactly sure why he was feeling miserable.
All he knew was each time He's been around Cartman this morning his chest was being clutched
tighter and tighter. Kyle sighed.
'He's Ok.' He told himself.
'Just a bad morning.. By lunch he'll be fine'
A few secounds went by then Kyle lightly bung his head on his desk a few times.
'My fucking fault, my fucking fault, My fucking Fault!'

"Morning class"
Kyle looked up to see his new teacher for this Try.
"My name is Mrs. Susan and Welcome to physics" She smiled.
"Some of you already have your workbooks and if you dont, you can grab one
over there on the shelf"

Some kids got up getting the books. Kyle stayed seated and put his head back to his desk.
"Kyle.. Kyle!" He heard someone behind him.
Kyle turned and saw Kenny about a seat away from him,
Kyle smiled "Hey Kenny"
Kenny put up his pointer finger, for a 'hold on a sec' and toke out his notebook and
pencil writting something.
'What is he doing?'

Kenny ripped out the piece of paper and crumpled it into a ball and easily passed It
to Kyle's desk. Kyle grinned, This was awesome.
This was going to be just like sixth grade when Stan and Kenny passed notes all the time.
Kyle opened the note.

Dude, awsum. Ur in my physicz
:D

Kyle smiled and toke out his pencil writting back.

Yeah thats great. I didnt think I'd had any classed with you
this try. whats up?

Kyle passed the note and Kenny caught it.
He read it and was writting something down.

Mrs. Susan clapped her hands
"Ok class, Now where going to read through the Bio.
Anyone want to start?" She asked.
Some girl raised her hand and started reading a paragraph out of the book.
Kyle wasent really paying attention.
Kenny crumpled the note and passed it to Kyle.

Nuthin much. u?
btw, Did ya see Cartman's cast? fuk dude
I feel bad 4 him.

Kyle starred at the note in his hand while his chest sank
Into undenieing agony. 'Why did he have to bring that up?!'

Kyle put his pencil to the note, choosing his words carefully.

Nm. and yea, thanks for makeing me feel worse.

Kyle looked at it.
He badly wanted to pass it to Kenny but knew he wouldnt.
It's not like Kenny knew it was his fault.
Kyle erased his responce and put

Nm. and yeah, I feel bad for him too.

Cartman hated the cast.
It was Sweaty and Itchy, and with the bandage so fucking tight around
his neck to hold his arm up, he probably has a red mark on the back of his neck.
Cartman sighed. He was sick of this thing already.
He hasent moved sense the clas started stareing down at his Geomotry book
supposivly "Reading" acctually just spacing out a lot.
Cartman found himself doing that a lot more often.

Cartman put his right hand to his head.
He remembered the way Kyle was looking at him in first piriod
this morning. Look of.. Worry, Supprise, shock and saddness.
Cartman rubbed his forhead, Didnt know what to think of it.
He tapped his pencil to the book.
He didnt care the day was dragging on. All he'll do is go home and go to bed.
Its all he wanted to do.

Cartman clenched his eyes shut the minneute he felt the fucking urge.
Alcohol urge.
He's been drinking a lot more lately and the urges are more suvere.
He sighed looking to the clock. School was about two more hours.
Then he can finnaly go home and have a drink.

Lunch came and Kenny walked to his usual table with his friends carrying a
bagged lunch his mom packed him.
Usal tuna fish and a juice box.
Not like they can afford much else.
Noone was at the table yet.
Kenny sat down and started chowing down.
A few secounds later, Stan sat next to him, "Hey dude" he smiled.
"Hey" Kenny smiled back.
Stan started to heat his tray lunch, "God, I've been hungry all fucking day"
Kenny laughed. 'Sounds like Cartman.. Where is Cartman?'
Kenny looked around.
"Dude, Where's Cartman?" Kenny asked.
Stan shrugged "I dunno" he said with a mouth full of chicken sandwhich.
"Attractive" I shot, sumissing to the talking with food in your mouth.
Stan gave him a smirkish grin.
Kenny heard someone sit down and saw Kyle.
"Hey" Kenny smiled.
Kyle didnt look too happy. It toke him a few moments to answer
"Oh.. Hey" he forced a smile then looked back to his lunch.
Kenny looked around again.
Everyone was already settled in eating.
'Where the fuck is Cartman?'
Kenny knew Cartman was there this morning, He saw him.
"I'll be right back" Kenny excused himself getting up from the table and
exiting the doors.

Stan watched Kenny walk out the door then he looked to Kyle,
"Kyle.. You Ok?" He asked nervously.
Kyle stared as he watched the jelly drop from out of his sandwhich then
looked at him. "Yeah. Why?"
"Dude, Your down."
"No I'm not."
Stan smirked. "Yeah Kyle you are"

Kyle said nothing, went on stareing to his sandwhich.
"Dude, Did Cartman really fall off his bike again breaking his arm?"
"I uh.. I guess."
Stan crossed his arms.
"No He didnt. Dude, You said Rick hurts him..
Kyle he had to have done it"

Kyle set down his sandwhich.
"Stan, I just really dont want to talk about it, Ok?"
He got deffensive.

Stan stared at him noticing he was hitting a touchy subject and
backed off. Stan was smarter then to believe Cartman had a "Bike accident."
Yeah right.
He cant even remember the last time Cartman rode a bike.

Kyle glanced around, "Where is Cartman anyway?"
Stan shrugged.
Kyle got up from his seat and started for the doors.
Stan frowned, "Well bye to you too" he muttered.

Kyle searched around, where could he have gone?
And where was Kenny?
Wait, Didnt Kenny going looking for him too?
Then Kyle got the slightest Idea.
Kyle went for the exit doors and sure enough saw Cartman and Kenny
smokeing outside. Kyle sighed and walked towards them.

"..So just tell em that got deep ends er somethin, you know.."
Kenny paused when he saw come next to them.
"Oh..hey" Kenny greeted.
"Hey"
Cartman looked at him blank and flicced ash off his ciggerate.
"Hey" Kyle said trying to get his attention.
"Oh, um Hey"
They both stared at eachother for a few moments.
"Uh.. I'm gunna leave you two alone" Kenny said skidding slowly to the doors.
Cartman watched Kenny go inside the school, and looked down, takeing a drag.
Kyle got closer to him, "How are you?"
Cartman shrugged exhaling smoke.
"Dude.." Kyle got closer to him.
"What's wrong?" The minneute he said it, he realized how much of a stupid
question that was.. guess It comes out atomatically if someone looks bad.
Cartman let out another breath of smoke. "Nothing." He said looking to the ground.
Kyle looked at him sadly, then slowly tried putting his hand around his waist, "I-"
Cartman jumped away at the touch of Kyle's hand.

"What?"
"Oh, Uh nothing."
"WHy did you back up?"
"I just um.. you scared me"

Kyle looked at him, then put his arm around his waist again.
"Cartman, I'm sorry"
"I told you its no big deal" he inhaled a drag of smoke.

"Yes it is!" Kyle tugged onto him tighter, which Made Cartman jump again
but not away from him.
Kyle noticed this and felt his heart ache.

"Cartman, I just dont want that asshole to do this anymore" Kyle said
firmly looking into his brown eyes.

Cartman looked at Kyle, with his eyes glassy.
He hated how that jew got so god damn emotinal so quickly.
Why did he always have to make him feel fucking bad?!
He flicced his ciggerate to the ground.

Cartman put his arm around Kyle, lowering them to the ground.
"Its Ok" He whispered.
They were sitting against the school building, Cartman holding Kyle in his arm.
"No.. It's not." Kyle whispered to the ground.
Cartman said nothing back just held him closer.
Kyle missed the feeling of being in Cartman's arm.. but he didnt enjoy it much.
He wanted to know so badly what he was thinking, So badly wanting to know how
he felt. What was changing him.

He felt Cartman kiss the top of His head.
But Kyle could still sense saddness.
Cartman has never been like this before.
Kyle so badly just wanted to take Cartman away from Rick,
Just take all his boyfriend's pain away.. but he couldnt.

Wendy Watched out the window seeing Kyle and Cartman sitting against the building
with Cartman's arm around him. She sighed.
'Something's wrong with him' she thought.

She noticed Cartman hasent been himself..
She know's Cartman isnt her number one fan, but she still worried about people.
She felt arms wrap around her, "You Ok?" She heard Stan's voice, as he rested his head
in her shoulder.
"Yeah.." She said slowly.
She turned to him, "Stan? Is something wrong with Cartman?"
Stan's eye's widdened, "Why?"
"Um, I dont know. He just.. seems sort of sad. He was in my lab class
and usually he's annoying, laughing and fliccing things at people but lately..
I dont know. He's just so quiet."

Stan put his arms around Wendy again, and smiled.
He felt so lucky to have a careing girlfriend.
"Let's just say.. He's going through a hard time right now."
Stan said.
"What's going on?"
"He just.. You know, With his new dad and everything. He'll be Ok."
Wendy looked to Cartman and Kyle again, "I hope your right"

Cartman walked to his locker after school.
He just wanted to get his shit, leave, go home, drink, sleep.
The urge has been bugging him like crazy today, He felt like punching someone.
He slamed his locker shut and started walking to the doors,
"Hey"
Cartman turned and saw Kyle.
"Hey"
Kyle walked up to him, "I was thinking, you should come with us to dairy queen."
"Uh.. no thanks."
Kyle frowned, "Why?"
"I uh. I gotta do some stuff"
Kyle crossed his arms, "What do you gotta do?"
"Stuff, just stuff ok?" He started walking off.
Kyle rolled his eyes following after him, "Ok whatever, Can you just give me a ride home?"
"Um, sure."

They got to his car and settled in while Cartman started the car.
"Dude, My parents are going away for the weekend." Kyle smiled.
Cartman made no expression. didnt even look at him?
"Why?" He asked, starting to drive.
"Uh, My grandparents. Their going to visit them in Iowa."
"Why arent you going?"
Kyle shrugged "I have to go to my speech tornomit."
"Oh."
Cartman remember now, Kyle was on the speech team.

"So.." Kyle smiled, "I was thinking.. maybe you can come over?"
He asked shly, smiling.
Cartman looked at him, raising an eyebrow, "Wont your brother be there?"
"Yeah but I'll take care of it."
"Uh.." Cartman tapped his finger's nervously on the steeringwheel.
"I cant. I got plans" he lied.
Kyle frowned and crossed his arms, "What Plans?" He asked sternly.
"Just uh, Just plans. I gotta.. I gotta do this thing."
Kyle began to feel agrivated "This thing?" he clutched his arms tighter accross his chest.
"Yeah."
Kyle rolled his eyes, "That's the lamest lie Ive ever heard"
Cartman frowned, "Its not a lie! I cant do it ok?!"

Kyle store at him, shocked by the sudden outburst.
Cartman's face lightened, looking normal again.
He looked out the front window,
Kyle sat beside him disbelieved.
They said nothing the whole way to Kyle's house.

Cartman stopped in front of Kyle's house.
"Uh.. thanks" Kyle said slowly, still nervous and arroused.
Cartman didnt say anything.
Kyle wondered if he should do it.. then made himself,
He leaned towards him, kissing him on the lips then stopped
when Cartman didnt kiss back. His mouth remained closed and eyes open
just looking at him. Kyle backed up feeling akward.
He opened the door slowly, and got out.
Cartman then drove off.

When he got to his house, he parked his car and got out heading for the doorway.
He sighed. Expecting to hear the now usal screaming of his mom and Rick.
Cartman put his fingers through his hair and opened the door.
Nothing.
No sound at all.

Cartman slamed the door shut and looked around.
Rick and his mom's shoes were gone.
Guess they were gone.
Cartman smiled, not having to put up with it for now.
He dropped his bag to the floor flipping his shoes off and headed upstairs
to his room. Then he toke out the bottle from under his bed and toke the cap
off, He smiled at it.. he's been waiting for this all fucking day.
He gulped, and gulped, gulped, gulped, gulped, gulped, gulped, gulped.
He set the bottle down and sat down, enjoying the burning feeling rushing through his
stomach and veins. He's been needing this for hours and hours.
Seemed like the school day dragged on forever.
Cartman swung the bottle back takeing another drink and another and another.
Before he knew it the bottle was gone.
He looked under his bed and grabbed another one.
One that Tracy bought and he toke.
He flipped that open and started drinking it.
Different taste, more like a minty flavored,
but the same feeling.

(Next day)

Kyle wondered if Cartman was picking him up that morning.
'Should I call Stan?' he wondered.
He toke out his phone, and when down his phone book till it
reached 'Cartman' with a heart next to it. He stared at the number
getting goosbumps. Should I call? He asked himself nervously.
He stared, and stared.
Then glared annoyed at himself and pressed call.

He put the phone to his ear.

"RIIIING
RIIIING
Click, You've reached -"
Kyle hung up.
Of corse he wouldnt answer.

Kyle waited outside on his porch for about five more
minneutes then giving up, he called Stan.

"RIIING
RIIING
RIIIN- Hello?"
"Hey dude.. Pick me up?"
Stan let out an annoyed groan "Sorry Kyle I cant,
I have to bring Wendy and Go pick up Brittany. You'd
be late if I came to pick you up too."
Kyle sighed "Its ok. I'll just walk."
"Dude, where's Cartman?"
"I dont know"

Silence filled the line.
"Oh.. I'm sorry"
Kyle shrugged "Not your fault."
"Oh.. Ok, Well I gotta go but,
whatever dude, Cartman's an asshole"
Kyle looked to the ground "I know."
"You Ok?" Stan asked worringly.
"Yeah, whatever I'm fine."
"Ok cool. See you in a few"
"Yeah. See you"
Stan hung up, and then Kyle did.

Kyle rolled his eyes and started walking to school.
Damn he wish Kenny had a fucking car.
Wait, how did Kenny get to school?
He decided to ask him that later.

****

Kyle luckily got to school on time.
Not as early as he'd like to be sense he had to walk.
He squeezed through everyone bumping into him trying to get
through. This is why he hated not getting here early.
Everyone comes in at this time, and he has to go through all these people.
It was bad enough he was fucking short, and tall people didnt even see him there,
Pretty much knocking him over.
He hated his school. Too many kids.
The hallways filled with Laughter and talking at the highschool.
Kyle finnaly managed to get to his locker pushing through everyone.
He put in his combonation and swung his locker open, grabbing the books he needed.
This is why he usually spent his morning time by Cartman.
Cartman is Taller, and bigger. Noone would push him.
When Kyle stod next to him, he didnt get shoved left and right.

Or Stan, Stan isnt as big as Cartman, But having your best friend as star
quarterback.. people didnt push him around either.
He sighed, as he shut the locker, trying to get through people and around the coner
by Cartman's locker. He looked and saw him leaning against his locker looking down
to the floor. acting as if noone was around him.
Kyle store at him.. 'He look's worse then yesterday'
He looked to Cartman up and down accross the hallway,
'And he's wearing the same fucking clothes he did yesterday'

Kyle squezzed through people to get to his locker, suddenly feeling
angry at all the pushing, "Watch out! I'm trying to get through!" He yelled
Noone paid attention to him.
"Ughh" He pushed teens out of the way getting to Cartman, relieved
noone around him was shoving.
Well not only does he look Obese, But the whole makeing some kid eat his
parents eight years ago had an impact too.
Kyle stod next to him but Cartman didnt even notice.

"Uh EM" Kyle cleared his throat loudly.
Cartman looked to him.
Kyle saw bags under His eyes. Was he not sleeping.
Then Kyle frowned, feeling angry again.
"Why didnt you pick me up?!"
Cartman stared at him silently.
"Oh.. sorry."
"Sorry?! Cartman I was almost late! atleast fucking call!
or answer MY calls for once!"
Cartman stod up from his leaning position "I forgot ok?" He said glumly.
"You forgot?!"
Cartman shrugged, opening his locker and looking through some stuff.
"Thanks alot Cartman" Kyle shot sarcastically
Cartman said nothing back.
Kyle clenched his fists "EGH!" He yelled, walking away.

'He never lets me yell at him without him bitching back!
he acted so fucking calm about it. He forgot?!'

Kyle got to his locker and kicked it.
He can get so fucking mad at that asshole sometimes.
"Ass" he mumbled.

Cartman didnt even glance in Kyle's direction in the first class.
Not once.
Kyle rarely even caught him looking up from his desk.
He looked terrible.
His hair was messy, his worn shirt had a few stains on it,
He obviously didnt shower..
Kyle started feeling bad for yelling at him that morning.
'He's going through shit' he reminded himself.
'I should make the sittuation better, not worse.'
Kyle looked back to his paper. He decided to appologize to him at lunch.

Cartman store down at his paper.
His blank lined paper.
They were suppose to Be writting a report On greek gods and different religions,
and what your religion is, if you have one.

Cartman put his pencil to the paper.
He didnt want to work on this.
Or anything.
He needed a fucking drink.
He needed the burn.
It was taunting him and taunting him, constantly
following him wherever he went.
Cartman sighed, trying not to think about it and put his hand to his head
looking down at the paper.
He put his pencil to it

'Eric Cartman', He signed at the top.
Cartman looked at the paper again.
Mrs. Welsh wanted everyone a personal diolog
about religions and gods. 'Person dialog my ass' Cartman frowned.
He knew he was failing.
Failing so bad, he might not even pass the fucking grade.
He wouldnt be supprised. Cartman used to go on and on about how
much ass it would suck if he had to repeat the grade.. But suddenly thinking
about it now.. he just didnt care.
Cartman put the pencil to the paper again.

By: Eric Cartman,

Gods. religion. Its all bullshit.
It's dipshits believeing in a higher power,
but really, They dont want to face the fact
when they die, They'll just rot in the fucking ground.
My person Dialog? Well, There is no god.
If there was he wouldnt put me through this shit I'm
going through, and if I'm wrong, then he fucking hates me.
I wouldnt want to be with that asshole anyway.
That's my personal fucking Dialog.

Kyle watched Cartman stare down at his food.
He hasent even looked up sense he sat down.
Kyle sighed looking down sadly to his,
'I want to help him..'

"So trevor was the player from chaska right,
and told me to go on secound defense.
I'm like, fuck that dude, this is a scheme to get us to lose.."
Stan went on about football.
Not like Kyle was really listening.

"Hey guys" Kyle heard the cheerful Wendy testaburger
sit down besides Stan.
"Hey" Stan smiled and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"Hey" Kyle gave her a smile to be polite.
Wendy looked to Cartman, who of corse didnt respond.
She wasent supprised.

"You guys, guess what?!" she said leaning in, as if she
was about to let out the most exciting gossip of the year.
"What?" Stan raised his eyebrow.
"The school's having a dance the day after tomorow!"
"What? I didnt hear about that" Stan looked to her.
Wendy smiled, "I know, It wasent announced yet. But Ashley
on the yearbook comitee told Bebe and Bebe told me!"

Kyle looked at her wide eyed "But It's january.. why are we having a dance?
and wednesday..wouldnt they have told us sooner?"
Wendy thought a moment. "Uh. yeah I guess. I dont know why were haveing it.
And it came up at the last minneute.. but who cares! Oh Stan isnt this going
to be fun!?" She tugged on his arm.
Stan smiled back, "Uh yeah. tons of fun."
Wendy quickly looked to Kyle, "Are you and Cartman going?!" She asked
with the biggest grin.

Kyle jumped, caught off gaurd by the question.
"Uh.." Kyle glanced to Cartman, who still hasent looked
up from the table. Showing no emotion on his face.
"Um, Dont know"
"You guys should! This will be so much fun!
Oh, I gotta go! I have to talk to bebe about what to wear!"
She squirmed giddy getting up from her seat, kissed Stan on the
cheek and skipped off to the cheerleaders table.

Kyle slowly looked to Cartman.
"Uh.. Cartman? Do you want to go?"
Cartman's eyes remained down.
"No." He said simply.
Kyle sagged, "Why not?!"
Cartman rolled his eyes and groaned, finnaly lifting his head up.
"I dont do dances"
"Yeah i know but I do! Dude, Weve never been to a dance before
beacuse your not into them! I want to go"
"Then go"
Kyle frowned, "With my boyfriend" he added sternly.
Cartman glared scoffing annoyed.

'Kyle can be so fucking annoying'

"Kahl, all you do is dance, talk to people, leave."
"Ok, then why can you go if its that simple?! Please, For me?!"
Kyle gave him puppy dog eyes, leaning on his shoulder.

Cartman's frown never left his face.
"Dude, I'm not going to a faggy dance"
Kyle frowned, lifting his tray up, "FINE" he sneered, stalking
to the trash, dumping his tray, and walking angerily down the hallways.

"Fucking dramaqueen" he rolled his eyes, looking back down to the table.
"Cartman.. Why can you go to just one dance? It mean's alot to him." Stan spoke up
Cartman looked up to him, "Was I talking to you?" He shot harshly.
Stan frowned, "Whatever dude, See this is why alot of people dont like you."
Cartman quickly got up from his seat, tossed the remainings in the trash, slamed it down
on the cleaning booth and stormed out.
Stan glared "Asshole" he muttered under his breath.

Cartman rolled his eyes.
He's not going to a fagggy little dance.
He made up his mind about that.
so what if Kyle's mad at him?
He'll get over it, Cartman decided.

He slammed his locker shut, heading for the doors.
Figgured He's not bringing Kyle home.
Whatever, It didnt bother him.
Guess he could get home faster.

Cartman walked to the doors to his Car and drove off.
Got home, as he walked to his steps he heard yelling
"I dont even know what your talking about! I would never-"
"You speak when your fucking spoken too Lianne! and Stop bitching!"
Cartman shut his eyes and sighed.
He opened the door and the voices became louder.

"I never slept with him! honest!"
"Then why did Kevin at the bar say you did!?
Would he fucking lie to me!"
SMACK
"Huh?!"
glass broke,
BANK
"Please, Rick Stop!"

Cartman sighed heading upstairs moving past their voices as far as possible,
turned on his Cd player, playing it loud through the speakers and toke out a bottle.
He gulped five times and swung it back.
He felt so fucking relieved. Its complete fucking torture going through the whole fucking school
day without it. He concidered getting a water bottle and fill it with vodka.
He toke another drink, despreatly wanting to feel taken away..
taken away from this fucked up thing he called his life..
Just away.. make this all fade away..

Kyle frowned sitting on his bed.
'One fucking dance' he told himself.
'He wont even go to one fucking dance with me?
what kind of crap is that?!'

Kyle sighed frustrated and walked around pacing in his room.
It was amazing how angry Cartman could still make him after all these
years. And seeing how it doesnt affect Cartman at all made him even more pissed off.
Kyle looked out the window.

He could imagine going to a public Dance with him,
Him wearing a suit.. he laughed at the thought.
Hopefully getting Cartman to dance with him.. which was highly unlikely,
but he could hope, right?
Plus Gays now could go to dances together sense protested about free
rights to go with whoever the fuck you want.

And the school pretty much got used to them being a couple.
Noone even stops and stares anymore like they did two years ago.
Their old news.

Kyle put his hands behind his head letting himself fall back on his bed.
Just one dumb dance with Cartman..
He thought about it.
'This would be really good for him, beacuse all the shit that's been happening.
and I WANT to go.'

Kyle decided he was going to get Cartman to go to the
dance weather he wanted to or not.
He will drag him kicking and screaming if he has too.
Kyle had to drag Cartman out of this cloud he locked himself into.
Kyle thought back on How Cartman looked today.. It almost broke his heart.

Sweet. Done.
I just thought of the dance thing today.
hope you liked the chapter.
Oh, and you'll LOVE the next one.
I garentee!
It's going to be awesome!
Write it tomorow!
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