Kyle had thought about it a lot and had made a decision.
There whole past relashionship for two years Kyle had to put
up with Cartman's stubborness.
And for the sake of Kyle loving him so much, he always gave in.
Always gave Cartman what he wanted.
He was sick of it.
He wont do it this time.
What about what HE fucking wanted?!
Why was it always about Cartman?!
Kyle sat up while these thoughts angerily proccessed through his mind.
'I do everything for him.
Why cant he go to one fucking dance?!'
Kyle glared and looked down to his phone and fliped it open.
He sighed. Just as he suspected.
No calls. No texts. Well from Cartman atleast.
A few from Bebe but he would
rather delete.
Kyle cursed the day Stan left his cellphone out, and Bebe went through
and wrote down his number.
"Ugh" Kyle groaned falling back down onto his bed.
'And another thing.
Why is it, Cartman doesnt seem to care when I get mad at him?!
I get mad at him for reasons, but its like he doesnt fucking care at all!
as if My feelings werent being into a count..'
At that moment He stopped and put his head to his face.
'My feelings werent being into a count? .. Ok, maybe I'm takeing things too far'
He felt like one of those annoying desperate girls who drag on
about how they feel constantly.
'But honestly. Just this once I want Cartman to do something I want to do.
It's completely unfair If I base our retire relashionship on one person.'
Kyle sat up from his bed.
He was sure about one thing.
This Dance was going to be taken a lot more personal.
"What about this Bebe?" Wendy asked takeing out her purple tanktop.
"Hmm.." Bebe looked at the top up and down hanging upside down from wendy's bed.
"I dont know. I think It's too casual."
Wendy looked at it and nodded her head tossing it back in her closet,
digging through more clothes.
"Try something Stan hasent seen you in before" Bebe said, her head hanging over Wendy's bed
flipping through a magizine.
"Ok" Wendy dug through clothes and tossed them out of her closet.
She turned to her, "This?" She asked, Holding up a black over the shoulder blouse.
Bebe flipped over, so she could see straight.
"Um, No I think you wore that to Kyle's bonfire a year ago"
Wendy frowned "Damn it!" she muttered and threw it back in the closet looking through more clothes.
Bebe continued looking through Vouge magizine.
"Well what's Stan wearing?" Bebe asked, not looking up from the magizine.
Wendy looked to her, "Um.. I dont know. I didnt ask."
"Well you should. A couple looks really cute if their matching."
Wendy shrugged turning back to the closet, "Are you and Mark going to be matching?"
She toke out a few more tops.
Bebe smiled "Of corse! I'm wearing that yellow sundress and those.. Oh, remember those Silver shoes I got
from hawai?"
"Oh yeah" Wendy thought back
"We waited two hours in line to get those things" she laughed.
Bebe smiled looking back down to her magizine, "That was a fun vacation"
Wendy smiled and held out the dress proudly and turned to Bebe.
"What about.. this?"
Bebe looked up and Saw the Black Dress Wendy held up, with strings to tie around her neck
instead on an on the shoulder.
Bebe smiled, "That's Perfect"
Wendy smiled wider, holding the dress out infront of her for another look.
"Great" she grinned and folded it, walking to her bed sitting next to Bebe.
Bebe flipped around, laying on her back putting down the magizine.
"I hope the dance isnt lame. I spent a lot of money on my dress."
Wendy smiled, "Dont worry. I talked to Stacy Carter and she said It'll be great,
They got streamers, good music and everything"
Bebe smiled, "Good. I cant handle another one of last years dances. The one when
Craig broke down and did the worm" Bebe smiled, and they both laughed.
"Mark wanted me to get a green dress. I'm like are you kidding?!
They look the worst on me, and what, your going to buy a green suit?"
Bebe rolled her eyes.
"I swear, He doesn't listen to me at all.
As if my opinion doesn't matter or something.
We had to compromise for about an hour till we came up with Yellow."
Wendy smiled and shrugged, addmiring her dress.
"I dont make a big deal about matching.
We just wear what we want."
Bebe smiled, "Yeah. But your so lucky.
Stan acctually listens to you"
Wendy looked down.
"Yeah I know.. but sometimes I think he's just agreeing with everything
I say.. I mean I want him to have his own say in things too."
Bebe grimiced then smiled sitting up, "Oh come on Wendy, Thats the worst of your problems.
Us other girls have a hard time just getting our boyfriends to call us.
You have Stan on hand and foot for you."
Wendy blushed looking away. "I.. Guess your right" She addmited.
Bebe grinned, "Of corse I am" She said mockingly and fell back onto her back.
She picked up the magizine beggining to read it again.
Wendy got a glance, Of the picture of a brunnete model, posing in a bathingsuit.
'Crunches Made easy' The words above her said.
Wendy stared at the picture.
'I wish I looked like that' she thought to herself.
Bebe spoke, dazing wendy out of her thoughts.
"Oh, are Kyle and Cartman going together?"
Wendy looked down and shrugged. "I dont know. I think Kyle wants too but
Cartman doesnt."
Bebe frowned, "They never go to dances. I havent seen them at one dance together."
"Me either.." Wendy agreed.
Bebe sat up, "What's up with Cartman anyway? He's acting so weird.
Like, he's in my geo class and he looks so.. Well, like really down" she said.
Wendy looked down.
"Yeah I've noticed that too.. I dont know what's wrong with him."
Bebe's eyes widdened for gossip,
"Did him and Kyle get in a fight or something?!"
Wendy shrugged. "Maybe."
Bebe laid back down, "Hopefully they go. They've been going out forever
and never went to even one of our dances."
"- Heard they were playing good music" Stan went on,
Kyle shrugged holding the phone closer to his ear.
"Well, I dont care, as long as It has a good beat I'm fine."
"Yeah. Wendy's friend is on the commity, Uh Her name was like
lacy or stacy or something, and she said their mostly doing hard rock,
R&B and some hip hop."
Kyle held the phone closer as he washed another dish
and laughed, "Cartman fucking hates rap."
Stan laughed, "I know.. Dude, Is Cartman even going?
Wait, are You even going?! I heard him say your not going.."
Kyle sighed, drying his hands off on a towl from his chores.
"Cartman doesnt want to go.."
"No supprise."
"Yeah But I dont care. I do everything he always wants
to do, why cant he do this one thing for me?!" Kyle sneered
flipping on the Tv.
"Yeah Kyle your right. You spoil that kid.
You have to have fun too."
Kyle changed channels "Yeah I know."
Stan started to laugh, "Dude how is he suppose to dance with a broken
arm?!"
Kyle started laughing too,
"Stan, I dont think there's a way in hell we would dance infront
of people even if we did go."
Stan kept laughing picturing it, then calmed down.
"Kyle, If you want to go, Just go.
Dont let that asshole pull you back.
Say I'm going, and Your an asshole if you dont
come with me."
Kyle's eyes widdened and he sat up straight,
"Yeah.. Yeah dude, Your right" He said, finding confidence.
"your so fucking right. Ok, I'm going" Kyle smiled.
Stan grinned "Awesome."
A few moments later Kyle's confidence boosted down,
"Stan, what if he doesnt go? what Am I suppose to do?"
"Uh.. I'm sure Wendy wouldnt mind if you hung out with us
for a bit."
"Nah. Stan its your date, I'll feel like a third wheeler."
"You wouldnt be, Wendy wouldnt mind."
Kyle smiled and Stan's sympathy.
"No, Its Ok. Thanks though dude."
Stan smiled, swirching the phone to his other ear,
"Just get Cartman to go with you. you do his dumb shit all the time.
What's so bad about a stupid dance?"
"Right."
'Beep, Beep, Beep' Stan's phone clicked,
"Oh, Hold on dude, other line." Stan said.
"Ok"
Stan clicked, "hello?"
"Hey Stan" Wendy's cheerful voice came on.
"Hey Wendy" He smiled.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"Nothing really, Uh, but I'm on the other line with Kyle."
"Oh.. Well, I can call back?"
"No, It's ok, I'll tell him to call me back."
"Tell him I say Hi!" Stan heard someone in the backround
Stan raised his eyebrow, "Was that Bebe?"
"Yeah."
"Bebe's over?"
"Yeah."
"Uh.. Ok. Hold on."
Click.
"Dude, Can I call you back, Wendy's on the line."
"Oh, Ok."
"Oh and um, Bebe says hi"
"What?"
"hah. Bebe's over at Wendy's and wanted me to tell
you hi."
Kyle groaned putting the phone to his forhead.
"Joy" He said sarcastically.
Stan laughed, "Dude, She wants you bad"
"Yeah, Well I'm gay"
"That's what we keep telling her.. I think she thinks
Thats an excuse."
"Ugh.." Kyle groaned again.
Stan laughed, "Ok, But I gotta go"
"Kay."
"I'll tell Bebe you said, wassup shuga?"
Kyle smirked, "Dude dont say that!"
Stan laughed again, "Ok. I'll tell her you say hi."
"Whatever"
"Kay. Bye"
"Bye"
Kyle clicked off the phone and sighed.
He didnt feel bad.
He got off the phone with Stan for Cartman numerous of times.
'Cartman..' Kyle thought back again.
Kyle picked up his phone and dialed in Cartman's cell number.
"RIIIIIIING
RIIIIIIING
RIIIII-"
Kyle hung up.
He wasent going to answer.
Cartman rarely ever answers his calls.
Kyle smiled thinking of another idea and dialed Cartman's
home phone number.
"RIIII - Were sorry. But the number you have dialed
is not in service. Please check -"
Kyle hung up stareing at the phone.
'That's weird.'
Kyle frowned and dialed Cartman's number again.
He was getting so fucking sick of being iggnored.
"Brrriiing"
"Brrriiing"
Cartman held his phone in his hands while it vibrated
'Kyle calling'
He wasent going to answer.
He blew out a puff of smoke still stareing at his cellphone.
Secound time That Jew's called.
Cartman sighed holding his phone down.
and bung his head against the wall still easily hearing the voices.
"I didnt do a thing! I'm sorry for whatever I've done, I-"
"Ive had enough of your fucking excuses Lianne! Your sick! Ok, Your fucking sick!
Get the fuck out of here if this is the way you want to act!"
"I dont want to be -"
"I said get the fuck out!"
"Rick Please I'll do better I swear!"
"You dont-"
Cartman sighed walking to his bed trying to iggnore the constant yelling.
Cartman sat against the edge of his bed, He swung the bottle back into his mouth,
exposing the alcohol to slid down his throat and into his stomach.
The Burn.
Feeling the fucking burn KILL The urge.
The urge and need he once felt is instantly gone as soon
as the burn hit's him.
Cartman swung the bottle back again.
He was aware that this was his 5th bottle tonight.
But he didnt care.
He toke another drink, suddenly feeling the floor tipping over.
Cartman held onto his bed, feeling the earth shifting.. then realized it
was just the buzz. Cartman smiled, He's just touched the tip of the drunk spot.
A few more then he'd be out.
Perfect.
He loved this.. Now he could vanish. Disapire.
When he was drunk he was.. just there.
He didnt feel anything, Just felt like he was floating.
Like all his problems were fadding away.
You could still hear the voices in the distance, but once
you drink some more, the voices completely vanish and he losses himself.
He loved it.
It was complete hell the next day to wake up sober and be
sucked back into fucking reality of this agony.
It was better to just.. Be there. Without acctually being there.
Cartman sighed falling back onto his bed.
He was used to these feelings now for the past couple
weeks. He's been getting buzzes almost every night sense last week
and he loved them.
It was the only time.. In a long time.. He's felt somewhat close to happy.
We'll he could just get away from his life for a little bit.
cartman Drunk some more, Not even being able to taste the burn touch his
lips, beacuse his mouth was already numb.
He slowly closed his eyes and just let the alcohol sink deeper, and deeper and deeper.
(Next day)
"Riiing
Riiiing"
"hello?"
"Hey Stan.. Can you pick me up?" Kyle asked
waiting outside his house.
Stan didnt even have to ask.
Of corse, Cartman and Kyle are fighting..
Kyle will depend on him for a ride.
"Sure dude. I'm just pulling up to Kenny's to I'll be there in a sec"
"Thanks" Kyle smiled.
"Yup" Stan hung up.
Kyle flipped his phone shut and jamed it back into his pocket.
No way he was getting picked up from Cartman today.
Not after yesterday.
Kyle looked down into the snow.
'The dance is tomorow.. How the fuck am I suppose to Get Cartman to go?'
Kyle started to think more about it.
It wasent just beacuse He wanted to go to the dance.
It was also beacuse he knew Cartman NEEDED too. Weather he wanted to or not.
Kyle and Stan heard Rick and Lianne's voices on the phone that night..
That would explain why lately he's been so.. Distant.
Cartman wasent even Cartman anymore.
Kyle heard a ruffiling sound, then looked up to see Stan's blue car pull up.
Wendy was in the front smiling at him through the window, and Kenny in
the back patting the seat next to him.
Kyle smiled, and tossed his bag to his back getting into the car.
"Hey Dude" Kenny smiled.
"hey" Kyle smiled back.
Stan put the car into drive and started driving down the street towards the
school. "Let's see if Kyle know's," Wendy said to Stan.
Kyle raised his eyebrow, "KNows what?"
Wendy grinned, "About what happened to Keli Turner?"
"Oh. You mean the girl who got shoved into the toilet?"
"Damn!" She snapped her fingers. "Bebe tells everyone everything"
She rolled her eyes. That happened just yesterday and It got around quickly.
"Hey, are you allowed to bring more then one date to the dance tomorow?"
Stan raised his eyebrow, "Why?"
Kenny shrugged, "I got asked out by 10 different girls already.
I dunno.. I was thinkin of doin a three some er somethin"
"Dude, just bring one girl" Kyle said.
Kenny looked to him as if he'd gone crazy.
Kyle started laughing at the look.
'Well of corse not. Its Kenny.'
Stan shrugged, "I guess you can.. But um, I dont know how the girls
would react to that." Stan said, looking to the road,
"yeah Kenny. I dont think They'd like that" Kyle added.
Kenny cocked his head, "Dude. A three some. With Kenny MCcormick.
Trust me, they'll like it" He said with a smirk grin.
Kyle laughed, "Your so fucking cocky!" He pushed him.
Kenny smiled, "Yea, I know."
"Were here" Stan announced pulling up to the school.
Everyone got out shutting the doors behind them, while Stan locked it.
"Oh Kyle.." Wendy looked to him.
Stan's eyes went wide.
Kyle looked to her.
"So.. You are going to the dance tomorow night right?"
Kyle glanced to Stan, then back to her.
"I'm working on it" he said.
Stan stepped close to her, "He's going" he nudged her.
"Not for sure!" Kyle added.
Stan smiled, and nodded.
"Hey Ken" They heard a girl run up to them.
They turned to look and Kyle recognized her right away.
Brunnete hair. Brown eyes. It was Jessica.
"Hey jess" Kenny grinned,
Jessica looked from him, then to Stan, Wendy then.. Her eyes stopped at Kyle.
And her grin fadded and she looked away quickly.
Kyle crossed his arms looking the other way.
This was akward.
Kenny then looked to Kyle, then Jessica, then back and forth again.
"Wait.. Didnt you two dance at the club the other night?"
Jessica put her hand uncomfortably around her neck, "Um.." She began looking to the ground.
"Yeeeaaah." Kyle said slowly.
Kenny laughed, enjoying this moment.
Then Jessica's akward faze didnt last long.
She stuck up her posture and eyed him evily.
"So.. How's your boyfriend?" She asked with a hint of haste in her voice.
"Uh.."
"He's being an ass.. as always" Stan answered for him.
Jessica's eyes widdened and looked like she was taken back.
"He is?"
Stan, Wendy and Kyle looked at her strangly.
"Pretty much" Kenny shrugged.
Jessica looked back to Kyle and started to laugh.
Kyle looked uncomfortably to Stan, who just shrugged in return,
just as confused.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" She appologized catching her breath.
"So You really are gay?"
"Yeah."
She smiled, "I thought you said that just to get rid of me."
Kyle smiled back, "Hah. Nope I am."
She grinned with sparkling brown teeth, "Well that's good.. I mean I thought
I was getting turned down" She laughed.
Kyle smiled back.
Jessica turned to Kenny,
"So.. About the dance tomorow..?"
Kenny looked to her and put his arm around her,
"I was thinkin.. what do you think if we have partners?"
"Partners?" Kyle could hear her ask as they walked somewhere a little
more privet. As soon as they were far enough, They all burst out in laughter.
"I didnt think he was serrious!" Wendy gasped smiling,
"Me either! He's acctually going to ask her about a threesome" Stan smiled,
Kyle nooded his head catching his breath.
"Kenny, Kenny, Kenny." He nooded.
Stan and Wendy started to breath normaly again.
"I cant wait to see what she says" Stan grinned at the thought.
They all started walking to the doors.
Wendy looked to Kyle again.
"Uh Kyle? When do you know for sure if you'll go to the dance?"
Kyle looked to her, thinking of an answer to that..
"Depends a certain someone" he answered honestly.
Stan and Wendy looked to eachother.
They knew That obvious someone was Cartman.
Cartman store down to his paper.
he haddent wrote a single thing sense he got in here,
and it was almost 5 minneutes till next class.
Cartman sighed and put his head in his hand.
Honestly, He didnt care for doing this.
He had a huge fucking headache from last night,
Not like he regreated it or anything.
Cartman tapped his pencil onto the blank paper.
You were suppose to write four whole pages about Wars looking
through the dictionary.
Cartman had the dictionary opened to a random page, and pencil and paper.
No work done.
He could care less.
He looked to the clock.
Two minneutes left.
Great.
Cartman sighed tapping his pencil counting the secounds down.
kyle felt like he was going to pull out his hair!
He's been in this class for about a half hour and Cartman didnt
look his way for a secound!
just kept looking at his papers, he didnt catch him writting anything though,
and looking at the clock.
'God! Fucking look at me!
Cartman! look at me!' he practically begged.
He wanted Cartman to see how pissed off he was at him.
but it wasent working if Cartman wouldnt even glance in his direction.
Kyle wanted to throw something at him.
Despite all the annoiance Kyle was building up of Cartman not noticing him,
He did realize Cartman looked worse then yesterday.
Still same shirt. Lip still busted. The bags under his eyes looked darker and he
obviously didnt bother doing his hair.
Kyle starred at Cartman
'What's happening to you?' he asked Cartman in his thoughts.
Stan and Kyle sat alone at their lunch table.
Wendy was sitting with the girls today, and Kenny went outside
With Cartman. Smokeing they guessed.
Kyle frowned with his head in his hand.
'Cartman hasent noticed me at all today!
He hasent even fucking talked to me!
Let alone look at me!'
Stan looked to Kyle,
"He'll come around" Stan said reading his mind.
"Hah." Kyle scoffed. "Doubt it"
Stan shrugged "Never know."
Kyle rolled his eyes.
He knew Stan was just trying to make him feel better
but it just came off as annoying.
Kenny walked back to their table.
"Hey guys" He smiled
"Hey" Stan called back.
Kenny sat down.
"So.. what did you guys talk about?"
Kyle asked, trying to sound casual.
Kenny shrugged "Not much."
Kyle kept his frown and looked up at him,
"Did he say anything about me?"
"Uh.. no.. why?"
Kyle rolled his eyes and looked away angerly.
"Nothing" He grumbled.
Kenny looked to Stan who just shrugged it off in return.
Wendy gigled with her friend's into the girls bathroom,
"Oh, well I have to go to my next Try, Bye Wendy" Bebe smiled
"Bye!" Wendy smiled back.
They walked different dirrections and Wendy was surrounded by four other
girls. "Thank god" Alison whispered when Bebe was out of sight.
"What?" Wendy asked.
"I thought she'd never leave" Alison rolled her eyes,
"Yeah I know. what a blabber mouth' Rachel added on.
Wendy looked down starting to feel uncomfortable.
They lead her inside the girls restroom where they set down their purses
and reaplied their make up.
"You going with Stan to the dance tomorow night?" Alison asked, putting on mascara.
"Uh.. yeah.."
"Ugh" Susan rolled her eyes.
"You always go with him" Rachel said.
"Yeah.. he's my boyfriend."
Alison put her mascara back in her bag.
"Yeah, but dont you ever get bored? Of being with only one guy?"
"No."
Alison smirked, "I would"
"Yeah you know what they say" Rachel added smiling to susan who smiled back.
"The longer you stay, the shorter the leash" Susan and Rachel said together.
"What?" Wendy asked.
Alison rolled her eyes, "Oh nothing, Just an old saying."
"Oh.." Wendy suddenly wanted to leave.
Rachel poped open a tiny sized containter out of her purse
and pressed it open, reviling 6 dark red pills.
Rachel toke one out, and placed it in her mouth, and gulped it down with
a mouthful of water, Then Alison did it.
Susan reached for one,
"What are those?" Wendy asked.
They looked at her as if she were stupid.
"Diet pills" Rachel answered.
"Diet pills"
"Yeah" Alison smiled, she turned to her,
"Take two of these each day, without eating, and you can lose
6 pounds like that."
Wendy raised her eyebrows,
"Um.. I dont think those are very safe"
All the girls rolled their eyes.
"Wow." Susan said sarcastically.
Wendy stared at the pills.
'6 pounds?'
Alison snapped the container shut.
"Come on you guys, lets get away from this loser" Rachel announced
stepping around Wendy.
Wendy didnt hear her.
"Wait," she stopped them.
Wendy looked to Alison, "Did you say 6 pounds?"
Alison smiled and held one out to her.
She toke it.
Nothing. Cartman said nothing this whole day to Kyle at all.
Kyle frowned up at his ceiling thankful the day was fucking over.
'Cartman acted like I didnt even exist!' he thought angerily.
He wanted to punch him.
Kyle rolled his eyes, 'Just forget about it' he told himself.
Though he already basically knew, there was a good chance he wasent going to
the dance tomorow.
He wouldnt go alone!
Kyle sighed rolling his eyes and walked to the computer.
'Might as well get my homework done'
He pressed his screen on, and it shot on.
Kyle pressed word document and it poped up.
He sighed, At least this relaxed him.
A pop up poped up and he groaned, exiting them out,
Then his buddy list shown up, he was about to exit out
then something caught his eye..
Cartman's Screen name.
'Cartman's online!'
Kyle store at the screen name,
'Yep. he's online.'
Kyle tapped his fingers nervously on his desk.
'Should I Message him?'
Kyle thought a moment then pushed his chair back frowning,
'No! He iggnored me all fucking day! if he wants to talk to
me, He'll see I'm online and talk to me!'
Kyle sat with his arms heavily accross his chest.
The Messanger was taunting me.
Kyle clicked onto a chat box with Cartman.
Then he exited out fast.
'No. He needs to talk to me'
Kyle thought stubbornly and walked away
from the computer and childishly pouted on his bed.
A few secounds later he ran up to his computer to see no messages Im'd him.
Kyle frowned then sat back at his seat and sighed.
He opened a chatbox with Carman.
'Who the fuck am I kidding? he wont talk to me first.'
Kyle looked down and Typed in the typing box below.
'Hi' he typed then pressed send.
Kyle waited.
'Ugh. He's not going to fucking type back'
He thought,
instantly regreating he wrote him in the first place.
Then his heart jumped when a sentance clicked up.
HippyDominAtOR9: Sup jew.
Kyle stared.
'He acctually wrote back.'
Kyle put his fingers to the keyboard.
'Should I act like nothing's wrong?
Or should I bitch him out?'
Kyle thought.
Kyle put his hands back to the Keybord.
SPJwishGek: Nothing.. you?
Kyle waited.
Then Cartman entered.
HippyDominAtOR9: Nm.
SPJwishGek: Cartman.. why the fuck were you iggnoreing me all day?
HippyDominAtOR9: I wasent iggnoring you
SPJwishGek: Yes you were.
HippyDominAtOR9: No.
SPJwishGek: YES YOU WERE!
HippyDominAtOR9: Oh, go on all caps. Your real fucking scary now.
SPJwishGek: :/
HippyDominAtOR9: Kyle I wasnt fucking iggnoring u ok
SPJwishGek: ......Whatever.
HippyDominAtOR9: Whatevr?
SPJwishGek: Yeah, just forget it.
(Kyle waited a full minneute but Cartman didnt type back.)
SPJwishGek: You there?
HippyDominAtOR9: Yeh.
SPJwishGek: Cartman, I'm sorry.
(Kyle waited another minneute and Cartman said nothing back.)
SPJwishGek: Your going through a hard time and I need
to realize that.. Cartman.. You need to open up.
You look so down.. :(
(Kyle waited.. 45 secounds later)
HippyDominAtOR9: Therez not much 2 say. N Im fine
SPJwishGek: No your not.. :(
HippyDominAtOR9: Wtf DO YOU WANT ME 2 SAY?!
SPJwishGek: Idk... your just not yourself.
HippyDominAtOR9: HOW?!
SPJwishGek: .. Your just not.
(Kyle waited two minneutes but got no responce)
SPJwishGek: I really want to go to the dance tomorow night..
HippyDominAtOR9: Then Fuckin GO :/
SPJwishGek: I want to go WITH YOU
HippyDominAtOR9: I told u im not goin
SPJwishGek: WHY?!
HippyDominAtOR9: juz b/c
SPJwishGek: Thats not fair! I go to your stupid things, I dont
want to go to! Why cant you do this one thing for me, for once?!
HippyDominAtOR9:Ur fucking crabby u know that?
On your piriod again?
SPJwishGek: ..I'm going to pretend you didnt say that.
Please Cartman just go Ok?
HippyDominAtOR9: .. No.
SPJwishGek: Fine. :/
fuck you.
SPJwishGek has logged off.
AUTHORS NOTE:
Ok, I know that chap was kinda off..
I'll admit. Not my best.
This was SUPPOSE TO be the best chap.
But I'll make it in my next one.
I think the dance should have a chapter of its own.
Anywaysss, Review!
And I will give you **huggs** !