Kyle woke up that morning feeling less then he would have rather wanted too.
The dance was tonight and Cartman couldnt even just go to this one thing with him.
Kyle frowned, 'Then fine. It's just a stupid dance anyway'
He got up from the floor grumbiling and turned on his phone.
Most likely Cartman wouldnt be picking him up today anyway.

"RIIIING
RIIIIING
click
"Yeah?" he picked up.
"Hey, can you pick me up again?"
Stan said nothing at first.. then sighed.
"Yeah."
"Thanks" Kyle hung up.

Stan hung up with Kyle.
"Who was that?" Wendy asked beside him.
"Kyle"
"Your picking him up?"
"I guess."
Wendy looked away then looked back to him,
"So.. Kyle isnt going to the dance tonight?"
Stan looked to her and back to the road.
"Kyle said he's only going if Cartman goes..
and Knowing Cartman, It's unlikely."
Wendy nodded and bit her lip looking down.
She didnt really catch on to why it bugged her so much.
Kyle just looked really happy to go with him.. Why is Cartman being an asshole
to everyone?!

"He should come with us" Wendy suddenly spoke up.
Stan looked at her and blinked, "Huh?"
"Tell Kyle he can come to the dance with us" she smiled.
Stan smiled Sypathetically, "I did.. He said he didnt want to be a third wheeler."
"He wouldnt be a third wheeler"
"I said that too, but he insisted not too."
"Oh." Wendy looked back down
"Hey" Stan put his hand on his girlfriend's shoulder.
She looked up to him.
He smiled, "Thanks"
Wendy smiled back and grasped onto his hand.

Kyle breathed in the cold smell of the fresh morning air.
Holding his knee's close to his chest while his bag sat beside him.
The wind blew through Kyle's hair and he sat and waited for Stan's car
to pull up. Kyle sighed and picked up a stick he saw from the ground and started
Drawing lines into the ground.

He knew Cartman was an asshole.
He knew Cartman was the moment he had even decided to concider
Cartman anything more then that.
But Cant he put his pride to the side for one night for Him?
Didnt his interests matter at all?

Then Kyle glarred even thinking about it.
'Of corse not. He's Cartman.
He doesnt care about anyone other but himself."

"Hey!" "BEEP BEEP!"
Kyle shoke his head from his thoughts and looked up seeing Wendy'S
head out of Stan's front window looking out to him and Stan honking it.
"Come on! Were going to be late!" Stan called from inside.
Kyle grinned grabbing his stuff and walked to the car, opening the back door
and shutting it behind him.
"Hey" Kenny smiled next to him,
"Hey"
Wendy looked behind to him "Hey Kyle"
"Hey"
"Kyle, did Mr. Ryler already send out our grades for gym
last try?" Stan asked, focusing on the road.
"Yeah, why?"
"Damn it!" He slamed his fists on the wheel
"It hasent even come in the mail yet and the fucking princable
says if I dont get it they wont put it onto my report!"
"Wait, No worrie dude, If something happened to it in the mail then just have
Mr. Ryler talk to the princable."
Stan looked to Kyle for a meer secound, then back to the road,
He frowned, "Why didnt I think of that?"

A few moments went by in silence..
"So.. Are you still going with those three girls to the dance tonight, Kenny?" Kyle asked.
Wendy and Stan quickly looked to him, They didnt expect Kyle to say anything about the dance.
Kenny shrugged, "Twosome I think, Jess and Rachel were cool with it but, I guess Kelly wasent."
Stan's eyes narrowed "So.. what are you going to do?"
He crew three some. All you gotta do is get a few girls
drunk and you can have a fuckin sixsum if you want"
Wendy rolled her eyes, "No, Their not having alcohol at the dance tonight."
A sly grin curved onto Kenny's face, "Not What I heard"
Stan put his hand to his face "Ugh, this better not be like the last dance when
Craig snuck alcohol in at our Confedi's Day dance."
Kenny laughed, "Yeah, even Kyle got drunk at that one!" He playfuly shoved him.
"Um.. yeah but that was a long time ago.." Kyle said quickly, hopeing not
to bring back all the humiliating memories of that Crazy night.

Stan laughed at the thought.
He remembered that was the first time Kyle even touched
a drink of alcohol.. Of corse, Cartman didnt go to that dance that year,
and Kenny Decided to Be a dumbass and tell him to 'Loosen up' Beacuse
He was uptight and down Cartman didnt come with him.
Kyle got drunk as fuck and.. well it wasent pretty

Cartman tilted his rockstar drink into his mouth, while he slowed
down his car waiting at the red light.
He fucking needed this.
He was up all night hearing Rick and His mom screaming.
So much fucking alcohol, he woke up with puke beside his bed.
He didnt even remeber pukeing.
He turned up the music to Living Dead girl By Rob Zombie, takeing another gulp of
his Rockstar drink.
As if the day wasent fucked enough.. Kyle had to be all pissed at him.
Cartman was sure of one thing.. he was not going to go to a faggy school dance.
Those things were so fucking lame.
He wondered Why Kyle was fucking giving a shit about those things suddenly anyway.
Cartman sighed turning to music up louder, trying to block the thoughts from his head..
Which just made his head ache a whole fuck of alot worse.

The red light finnaly turned green and Cartman put his car into drive and toke a turn onto
the street heading towards the school.
He didnt even want to go to fucking school.
But he figgured it would be a lot better then being at the house alone with Rick.
Cartman drove into the parking lot, and parked his car turning off the radio and stepped out.
He glared at the sight of school.
Another full day of bad grades, nagging teachers, pissed of boyfriend's and shitty day.
He knew he could skip, but there was really nowhere to go.
Might as well get it the fuck over with.

He slamed his door shut behind him and started walking to school.
He could still taste the alcohol from last night. Smoothe and burning on the tip
of his tounge, Just lingering. The urge hasent came yet. Too early in the fucking morning.
But he knew it would come. It always did.
He was pretty much used to his old Lifestyle now.
Comming home, to screaming and Rick pounding on his mom, hearing shit get knocked over,
and drunk till he couldnt hear it anymore. Passed out every night.
Now, For him It was normal. It fucking sucked, But there was really nothing else he could do.

Cartman swung open the doors to his school.
South park high school.
He rolled his eyes pushing through any idiot in his path to his locker.
He just wanted to get today over with and go home.
He got to his locker putting in the combo and sighed.
It was going to be a long fucking day.

'At all'
Kyle looked at him.

'Cartman wont even look at me.. at all.'

Kyle looked at Cartman a few desks away from him.
He was supprised Cartman even showed up today.
Kyle could feel his teeth grinding together in anger
'That fucking fat ass doesnt even care!
Does he not fucking remember our conversation last night?!'

His green eyes locked to Cartman who was simply looking down
to his paper, supposivly doing "School work."
Kyle highly doubted it.

Kyle tightened his fists and yanked his head from his direction.
He was almost sure Cartman would try to aknowladge him today
after last night, to appologize or, Or something.
But Maybe that was just hope.
There's noway.
Eric Cartman has never been sorry for anything in his life.
Maybe Kyle was wishing too highly of him to say any sort of athetic sort
Of an I'm sorry.
Kyle Just wish he'd atleast say SOMETHING to him today.

Kyle glarred stareing down to his own paper.
'Just forget about it' he told himself.
But he could still see Cartman at the corner of his eye,
It was almost like he was mokeing him, that Cartman didnt
give a shit. at all.
Kyle sighed and looked away again.
'Focous on your work! You dont need that asshole anyway'
He kept telling himself.
But his actions spoke differently, as Kyle's eyes couldnt keep themselves
away from him.

Kyle caught himself stareing again and forced himself to look away.
"He doesent want to go. He doesnt want to go with me.
he doesnt care about what I want.
So he doesnt care about me."

Kyle frowned pushing his pencil led onto his paper.
'He doesnt care about me' The words repeated in his head.

Cartman sighed with relief as soon as the bell rang for lunch.
Thank fucking god.
All he needed right now was a ciggerate..
Actually all he really needed right now was a fucking tube of
Vodka or Whisky brand, But He'll take what he can get.
He got up to his feet slowly, as everyone else went past him and
started to walk down the hall's to the cafetirea.
He glanced at Kyle, Then quickly looked away when he saw Kyle looking
at him.
Cartman rolled his eyes nodding his head.
Kyle was having some serrious spazzing issues.
He couldnt stop thinking about their IM'ing session yesterday.
Kyle totally flipped out beacuse he didnt want to go to a stupid dance.
Cartman starting to put in his combination to his locker.
He felt like he was dateing a fucking girl when Kyle went through these moods.
Cartman toke his pack out, Getting out one, and slammed it, walking to the doors.
Cartman used to eat lunch.
But for a while now, he skips it and smokes.
It filled him up anyway.
Plus, he didnt have to be by Kyle at the moment.

Cartman leaned against the outside doors, fliccing his lighter, lighting
his ciggerate then enhaleing.
He was fucking supprised the teachers didnt even care about him smokeing.
They dont do anything.
A few saw him, and didnt do anything.
Sweet.

Cartman inhaled another drag and heard the door open a few feet beside him
from the doors.
He saw Kenny, walking towards him.
Kenny got to him and leaned against the brick building next to Cartman
takeing out his own cig and reaching inside his pocket for his bic.
"Fuck" he mumbled realizing it wasent there.
"Can I use your lighter?"
Cartman shrugged, dug inside his pocket and lent it to him.
Kenny lit his, and gave it back.
Kenny inhaled, and exhaled the smoke, and Cartman put his to his lips.
"Havent seen you with your B-f Much lately" Kenny mired.
Cartman looks to him"So?" He asked, Takeing another drag.
Kenny shrugged "Just sayin."
A moment of silence went by.
"So You goin to the dance tonight?"
Cartman exhaled smoke, and laughed a little in humor.
"Hah. No" He said smiling, as if it was a stupid question.
"Why not?"
Cartman grunted a laugh, "Cause their fucking lame"
Kenny nooded his head, in somewhat a sort of agreement
and looked down.

More silence.

"Kyle's pissed cause your not goin with him." Kenny spoke up.
Cartman smiled at that
"I know. He bitched at me about it last night.
he always bitches. He'll get over it" he shrugged, takeing another drag.
Kenny frowned, "I think you should go."

Cartman exhaled raising an eyebrow to him, "What?" He asked flat.
"It's just.. It means a lot of him you know? It's one fuckin dance dude, just go with him."
Cartman frowned, putting out his ciggerate on the brick wall,
"I'm not fucking going to a faggy dance."
Kenny threw out his ciggerare and frowned back, straighting his posture.
"Your fucking selfish, you know that?
Kyle asks you to do this one fucking thing and your too
fucking stubborn to do it."

Cartman felt his anger rising, "SO?!"
"SO..!" Kenny yelled.
Kenny kept his glare stareing at him, and lowered his voice.
"So, If you dont fucking change, Your going to lose him."
Cartman stared at him, Then leaned back against the wall
"Psht. No I wont."
"Yeah.. You will. It's not always about you.
And eventually Cartman, Kyle's going to stop giving in.
If you really love him.. You'd wanna make him happy right?"

Cartman stared at him.
Kenny Nooded his head and Turned around walking back towards the doors.
Cartman's eyes followed Kenny till he got inside the school.
Cartman looked down.
"Fuck"

Cartman did not want to do this.
He did not want to fucking do this.
He was actually supprised at himself.
Supprised he's actually thinking about going to that stupid dance.
He was looking down at his Geo book.
Not like he was paying any fucking attention to what Mr. Glacer was saying.
'If you really love him you'd want to make him happy.. right?'
Cartman put his hand to his head an stroked through his hair.
Kenny's voice kept repeating the words in his head.
He couldnt get it out.

'You'd want to make him happy right?'
The voice repeated.
"Ugh" Cartman groaned, Holding his head.
'Yeah..' Cartman mimiked his answer.

He loved Kyle.
He hated the fact, and usually wouldnt addmitt it,
But he knew he did.
He was his boyfriend after all.. Guess it did get him some kind
of joy to see him happy.
Cartman missed the good old days when It brung him joy to see
Kyle angry or sad. The awesome days when all he thought about thinking
of Kyle was a 'Dumb jew'
Now it fucking kills him to see him sad.. and want to tackle and fuck him seeing him angry.
Suddenly an image of Kyle's frown, and the way his eyebrows scrunched together when he's pissed
Appeared in his mind, and without knowing It Cartman smiled.
'Fucking hott..' The words mentally put themself together as he pictured the image.

Then Cartman shoke his head away from the thought.
Cartman's mind wandered back to the dance.
Cartman rolled his eyes sighing frustratedly.

'Its one fucking dance..'
He thought.
'I can go to one fucking dance'

Cartman put his hand to his head, annoyed that he's
acctually just now decideing to go against what he wants.
Cartman was irritated..
'But its only for Kyle.
One fucking time we'll go, then I'll tell him were not going
to another one of those crappy things.'

Wendy gathered her stuff together as the bell rang for next piriod.
She smiled at her self in accomplishment.
She was sure she aced the test she had just finished.
She got up from her seat going for the door like everyone else.
"Now remember to Read chapters six through eight tonight, We will be reviewing
it tomorow" Mrs. Adam's announced as everyone walked to the door.
Wendy got out and walked through the hallway.
She could feel her small tin box in her pocket.
It just reminded her.. Wendy stopped in her tracks, from going to gym and looked
to her right towards the rest room.
She stared concidering it.
Then she sighed and started to walk towards it.
She got into the bathroom hearing a toilet flush and someone comming out from the stalls
and went to the sink washing her hands.
Wendy waited until she left, Then bent down checking below for feet in another stall,
Makeing sure noone else was in here.
None.
Wendy bent back up takeing the tin box out of her pocket, and pressed the open button,
and there laid two red pills inside.
Wendy toke them out, turning to the sink to turn it on and gulp down some water
to swollow it.
"What are you doing?"
Wendy jumped, clenching her hand shut with the pills and looked
seeing Bebe in the doorway.
"Oh Uh, Hi Bebe" She said quickly.
Bebe looked at her curiously, wondering why she freaked out
and walked towards her, "What's that?" She asked, wondering why
Wendy's fist was closed shut in a fist.
"Oh uh.. This?" She nervously asked looking down to her shut palm,
"This is nothing" she said fast.
Bebe frowned and toke her hand in hers, "What is it?" she asked.
"Nothing!" Wendy pulled her hand away,
"Uh, I gotta go to my next class" She said quickly, getting to the door.
"See ya later" she said without turning back around.

Bebe stared at the door wendy just ran out of and
remained still in the empty bathroom.
'What's going on?' she frowned.
She knew now.. Her best friend wasent telling her something.

Cartman stared at the clock, 1 minneute.
He's been counting down five minneutes straight when class would fucking end.
Last class.
He wanted to make sure he catches Kyle before he leaves to tell him..
He'll go to the stupid dance with him.
'Few more secounds.' he told himself counting the secounds down.
"And now, for the pilgrims, it was easy to understand their statement.."
Mr. Ralskey went on.
"Come on.." Cartman muttered.
26 more secounds.
"When The pilgrims met the indians at first, they didnt know they were
interfireing with their land. So they had too.."
'3, 2, 1'

"Briiiiing"

Everyone got up from their seats, heading to the door.
"Have a nice day everyone, We'll go over the columbious empire
tomorow" Mr. Ralskey pronounced.
Cartman was already half way out the door with everyone else,
Hurrying to catch Kyle.
"Uh, Eric Cartman, could you stay back for a sec?" He heard Mr. Ralskey behind him.
Cartman frowned, "Ugh" He turned around and walked to his teachers desk.
'What the fuck does he want?!'

Mr. Ralskey smiled, "Hello Eric. I just wanted to review you on your last homework assigment
you turned in last week.." He looked down, at a paper.
Cartman tightened his fists looking to the clock, 'Not fucking now!'

"Now, the assigment was to write about people's
religion and their own view of it.."
Cartman looked to the clock impatiently tapping his foot
'Come on..'

"And To my understanding's you wrote.."
Mr. Ralskey, adjusted his glasses closer looking to The paper,
and clearing his voice.
"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."

Cartman stared at him wide eye'd forgetting about the time,
and suddenly he faught the feeling of wanting to burst out laughing.
He'd never heard Mr. Ralskey swear before..
It was fucking halarious!

Mr. Ralskey put the paper back down and looked to Cartman
"Now what do you think I should grade this?" He frowned.
Cartman shrugged tapping his foot again looking to the clock.
'Hurry the fuck up..' he begged.

"Eric, This is highly inapropriate, Not only did you insult
other people's belief's but you used terrible language in doing so.
I respect other people's outlits, but you could have simpily written,
I do not believe in god. Not this."

Cartman's foot began to tap faster,
'I dont care!' he wanted to scream, glancing to the clock again,

"Now, I dont know weather I should fail you for this behavior
or let you rewrite it, what would you like to do?"

Cartman kept his frown fidgiting with his finger's.
"I dont care" he grunted.

Mr. Ralskey raised his eyebrows in supprise,
"I beg your pardon?"

"I said I dont care" Cartman frowned, wanting to fucking leave already.
Mr. Ralskey sat back in his seat, "You dont care? Your risking your entire grade
for that language Eric, Is that what you want?"
"I dont fucking care"

Mr. Ralskey's eye's widdened, "Eric Cartman! I will not tollerate -"
"Look, fucking fail me Ok? I gotta go" Cartman turned walking to the door.
"Where are you going?! Come back here!"
Cartman kept walking and ran down the halls.

'Asshole wasted 3 fucking minneutes of my time!'
Cartman kept running till he looked to Kyle's locker.
He was gone.
"Shit" he muttered, and skidded to the doors.
He went to the parkinglot then spotted Stan with Kyle walking
to Stan's Car!
Cartman quickly ran up to them.

Stan went on.
" - So then she just told him not too -"
"Can I talk to you?!" Cartman got to them, asking Kyle quickly.
Kyle looked to him in supprise, "Uh.." He started, then frowned,
"I'm not talking to you" he said, looking back to Stan.

Cartman rolled his eyes, He didnt have time for this.
Cartman grabbed Kyle's arm yanking him away from Stan
"Come on!" he muttered walking him away
"hey!" Kyle exclaimed,
"Dude Dont drag him!" Stan yelled
"Fuck you, hippy" Cartman yelled Back to Stan.

Cartman dragged him till they were a few yards away from Stan.
Kyle kept his stare to Cartman wondering what the fuck he was doing.
Then Cartman turned facing him, and putting his hand's on Kyle's shoulders.
Kyle's eyes widdened as His boyfriend looked to him.
"Kahl.. I've been thinking.." he mumbled.
Cartman frowned looking down, He hated to say this.
"But.. If you really want to go to the stupid dance.."
Cartman sighed.
"I'll go" he finished.

Kyle's eye's lightened and he smiled "Really?!"
Cartman rolled his eyes instantly annoyed "Yeah" he mumbled.
"Thanks!" Kyle wrapped his arms arround him excitedly
Kyle pulled back and Pressed his lips to Cartman's closeing his eyes.
When Cartman felt his lips, his eyes widdened a spare moment,
Then kissed back.
He forgot what this felt like..
He didnt realize till now how long it's been sense he last kissed him.
Kyle pulled away quickly, "I gotta go, I need to get shit ready" Kyle said
backing up, "Eight?" He asked.
Cartman shrugged "Sure" he grumpled.
Kyle smiled, then ran back towards Stan who was still waiting,
wondering what was going on.

Cartman walked him run off.
Then he sighed and glared walking to his car.
He got in, turning on his radio, and backed up his car
and started to drive onto the streets

'Guess I should find some shit to wear' he thought.

"Dude, I'm going!" Kyle said excitedly,
Stan smiled, "Really?!"
"yeah!"
"Awesome!"
Stan felt just as excited as Kyle..
His best friend can acctually go to a dance with him for once!
"Cartman just told you he'll go?!"
"Yeah!"
"Sweet dude, How'd he change his mind?"
Kyle shrugged, "Who cares, Dude I got nothing to wear, You gotta help me."
"Ok" Stan smiled, getting into his Car while his best friend followed behind him.

Kyle was at Stan's house in his room.
"Dude, Wear this. I heard its going to be all formal or some shit"
Stan laid out a black and white suit onto the bed.
Kyle crincled his nose in discust, "I'm not wearing that"
"Kyle, All the guys are wearing it, Its a formal dance."
"Not Cartman. He's not going to wear one."
Stan shrugged, "You should, Come on It's fine, Plus You Cartman's
picking you up in two hours, You got nothing else to wear."

Kyle stared down at the suit and let out a frustrated sigh.
"Fine" he grabbed the suit, and walked to Stan's Bathroom.

***
Kyle got out, With the suit on.
Black pant's, White Shirt, with a black coat over it.
Kyle walked to Stan.
Stan smiled, "See dude, its fine. It's just like mine." he said,
Gestureing his own suit.
Kyle shrugged looking to the mirror, He didnt like it.
But he didnt really have a choice. The dance was in an hour.
"It's Ok" he said.

Stan smiled, and grabbed a brush instantly going to Kyle's hair.
"What are you doing?" He frowned, Stan kept combing,
"Your hair dude, The fuck it look like I'm doing?"
Kyle sighed but didnt stop him.
"Stan, I dont think Cartman will Care what my hair looks like"
Stan shrugged in aggreement. "Yeah but this is your first dance with him dude.
Wendy's going to take a lot of pictures of you guys trust me."
Kyle shrugged again. It didnt bug him that much.

When it was done, Kyle's hair was wet from Stan spraying it, and Brushed
onto the sides. Stan tried to flatten Kyle's hair out but it was almost impossible.
Kyle's hair still curled, and was big. But it atleast looked nice.
"Good?" Stan asked as he watched his friend examine his hair.
"Different."

"Different's good." Stan smiled,
"Now go, Cartman's going to pick you up in ten minneutes and
I gotta go pick up Wendy."
"Ok" Kyle smiled, Heading for the door,
"Oh, and thanks Stan" He smiled to him.
Stan smiled back takeing the compliment and Kyle walked out.

Cartman didnt do much getting ready.
He heard people saying it was a formal dance and the guys were suppose to
wear suits and shit.
He decided on wearing the suit his mom got him for the wedding he didnt attend.
He fucking hated suits.
But he had secound thoughts on it as he looked at himself in the mirror left and right.
It was Ok.

His stomach hung out from the pants so he got a black coat to cover it.
Probably what every guy was wearing but who cares.
Cartman looked at himself left and right in the mirror.
His brown hair was combed, but his brunnete bang's still sprung from his forehead.
He had black shoes, again he was suppose to wear to the wedding.
He sighed, He didnt really care that much.
He just wanted to get the night over with as quick as possible.

Cartman walked out of the bathroom and down the halls to his room.
He looked at his digital clock.
7:46

He figgured he should start heading out to Kyle's.
He addjusted his coat one last time then started walking towards
the stairs. He got to them, then stopped in his tracks, he looked behind him
standing still... Then he walked back into his room.

He opened a drawer in his desk and toke out a tin flat can.
He toke a bottle from under his bed and flipped it open pouring
the sweet scent of alcohol into the can then shutting it once it was full.
He closed the cap and Put the can on the inside pocket of his coat.
He knew he couldnt last the night without a few sips of it.
He already had about 12 sips as he got home, to get rid of that fucking urge that
keeps popping up.

Cartman then Trotted down the steps and to his door.

Kyle smiled as he saw Cartman's black corvett drive up to his house
and honk the horn twice.
"Ma, I'm leaving!" he yelled.
"Ok Bubala, Have a good time!" She yelled.
Kyle opened the door, "I will" he yelled back,
and shut it behind him.

"Beep, beep, BEEEP!"
Kyle ran up to Cartman's car grinning and opened the door getting in.
"Hey" he smiled.
"Hey" Cartman didnt return a smile back.
Kyle shut the door and Cartman began driving.

Strangly it was sort of quiet in the car.
Kyle looked at Cartman qho looked to be.. frustrated.
"You look nice.." Kyle said.
"Thanks" Cartman said flat, stareing to the road.

Kyle frowned,
"Oh Oh, yeah. you too" Cartman added quickly.

Kyle glared looking out the window.
'Thanks for reuining my mood'

Kyle looked to Cartman again,
"Dude, You dont seem like you want to go.
If your not happy, Just turn around and bring me
home, we can fucking forget about it"

Cartman looked to him, "No, no"
Cartman faked a smile, and put his hand to Kyle's leg
"I am happy" he lied.

Kyle smiled, and held Cartman's hand.

They swung open the doors to blasting music and colorful lights
then moved around the gymnasium.
There were banners and streamers, and the gym with with talking, and laughter.
Kyle smiled, walking in, draging Cartman behind behind him, who just stared at the place.
He fucking regreated this.
This place was so fucking cheesy.

He could almost recognize everyone here.
On the left side of the gym people were talking, and there was a table
with food in bowls, and a punch table.
In the middle people where dancing to the music.
It blarred techno music.
Cartman hated it.

There was also a stage with a microphone and interments up there.
Guess a band would be comming soon.

"Hey!" Stan ran up to them with Wendy, who smiled, carresing his arm.
"Hey!" Kyle smiled back.
"You guys made it!" Wendy cheered
"You like it?" Stan asked Kyle.
"Yeah, Its fucking sweet!" Kyle exclaimed looking at the decorations.
Beside him, Cartman looked less then thrilled.

"How do you like it?" Wendy asked.
Cartman looked up to her, "It's Ok" he muttered.
Wendy rolled her eyes. She's been getting really sick of his attitude.

"Hey guys" They heard Bebe beside them,
They looked and saw Bebe in a yellow poka dot dress
with curled hair, and held Her boyfriend Mark in her arm.

"Hey" Wendy smiled back.
Bebe turned to Kyle and Cartman,
She was supprised they came for once.

"Wow! You guys look great!"
"Thanks" Kyle grinned.
Cartman was frowning off to the side and didnt respond.
"When did you guys get here?"
Kyle shrugged, "Just now"
"Cool! You like it?!"
"Yeah, Its cool" he smiled.

Suddenly the music switched the song,
Bebe gasped, "Oh this is my song! Come on mark!"
she pulled Mark to the dance floor.
Wendy smiled, Then looked back to Kyle and Cartman.
"Are you guys going to dance?"

Kyle looked to Cartman, doubtfully.
He wanted too.. he knew it would be a freaking miricle if his boyfriend did.
"Uh, Maybe later" he said.
"Oh Ok. Come on Stan, I love this song!" Wendy pulled Stan.
"Ok, Be right back" Stan smiled assuring to Kyle.
"Ok"
They trotted off and disapired into the crowd of dancing teens.
Kyle looked to Cartman, "Wanna dance?" He asked, already knowing the answer
but asking anyway.
Cartman glanced to him, "No."
Kyle shrugged "Come on" he said walking to the punch table.
Cartman followed behind him.

They walked and poured themselves to plastic cups of punch.
They looked out at the danceing.
Cartman's eye landed on kenny who was dancing with three girls.
His eyes went wide, "Kenny brought three girls?"
Kyle looked to Cartman's direction and Saw Kenny on the dance floorGrinding one girl,
had his arm around another, and another girl trying to get in on it, dancing, holding
his side next to him.

"Yeah. Supprised he got them to agree" he said takeing a sip of his punch.
Cartman stared at them, then recegnized the one Kenny's arm was around.
"Isnt that the slut you danced with at the club?"
Kyle looked seeing Jessica with Kenny's arm around her.
"Yeah.. She's not a slut we just danced, Cartman."
"Psht. Yeah, Like that's all you did" he smirked sarcastically takeing
a drink of his punch.
Kyle frowned, "What's that suppose to mean?"
Cartman shrugged, "Whatever you want it to mean"

Kyle felt anger rise, "Well you werent being so great danceing
with Your slut tracy and fucking drove off with her!"
Cartman fiercly went towards him,
"Yeah but WE didnt do anything!"
"WHat?! and you think I did!"
"How the fuck am I suppose to know!?"

"UGH!" Kyle yelled, in anger, tightening his fists into
a ball
"WHATEVER! YOU CANT FUCKING TRUST ME? FINE.
I dont know why I fucking brung you here anyway"
He yelled and stomped off in a different dirrection.

Everyone probably would have heard but the music was blareing
to loud for anyone to notice.
"Fine! walk off you fucking jew! see if I care!"
He watched Kyle stomp angerily.

Cartman looked down.
Honestly.. He did care.
Cartman put his hand to his head.
"Fuck me" he mumbled to himself.
He regreated it now.

He sighed and went towards the doors. He couldnt
fucking take this music anymore.
He went to the doors yanking them open.
Others were out here smokeing.
Cartman still felt angry as fuck, he got away from the other kids,
to a corner outside, Cartman toke out his tin that his body was begging for
and toke a gulp of it.
Actually, he drunk the whole thing before he noticed.
His body still ached for it.
He felt fire or anger, God He wanted to punch a fucking wall!

He stomped to his car opening it, and toke out a bottle he hid in the back
seat and got into his warm car and tipped the bottle back drinking it.
he wanted to fucking leave.
He was actually concidering it.
But first.. He needed a few more drinks.. just to cool down.

Kyle poured himself more juice in his cup.
He was frowning still unbelievably pissed off.
Cartman was such an asshole!
He had to fight him about everything!
He wanted him to come to a dance with him and he does this?!
What the fuck?!
He takes another drink of the punch.
'I hate him' Kyle meered in his mind.

Of corse He would ruin the night.
Of corse.

Kyle turned angerily to the crowd.
He saw people dancing.
Girls dancing with guys.
Couples.
Made him fucking jelous.
He wished him and Cartman were like that..
Now that he thought back on it he realized, they used to be.
They used to be just like them, looking into eachother's eyes
like the kids on the dance floor were doing, holding eachother.
But Cartman changed into a completely different person sense Rick
came into the picture.
He wasent him anymore.
Kyle is starting to think.. He doesnt even know who his boyfriend is anymore,
and it was the worst feeling he has ever felt.

Kyle turned back to the punch pouring himself another cup then felt a tapping on
his shoulder, It was Kenny.
"Dude, You have to come with me!" he said fast,
"Why? what's wrong?" Kyle read the worry on his friend's face.
"It's Cartman."

Kyle's eyes widdened and followed Kenny as he lead him accross the gym
and to the doors.
They got out and Kyle gasped when he saw a bunch of his clasmates in a circle
chanting, "Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!-"
Kyle quickly went to the crowd moving people out of his way so he could see.
He finnaly got a view and saw Cartman and Stan in clenching onto eachother angerily,
moving eachother back and forth.

"What the - Cartman! Stop!" Kyle quickly got in the circle, and tried pulling Cartman
away from his best friend, But he didnt budge he was too strong,
"STOP!" Kyle yelled,
"FUCK OFF!" Cartman yelled, pushing Kyle off quickly as if he was nothing.
Stan felt just as aggresive and pushed Cartman as soon as he released his hand
to push Kyle away.
Cartman then threw a sucker punch into Stan's face and Stan fell back,
Kyle instantly got to his feet "Cartman! FUCK! Stop!"
But Cartman was already on top of Stan Punching him, and punching him again.
Kyle tugged on him while everyone around him chanted FIGHT.
"Stop! Your hurting him! stop it!"
Cartman continued to push him away and get back to his punching.
Kenny came into the circle and Grabbed Cartman also by his broad shoulder's pulling
him back, "Dude! fucking stop!" he yelled to him.
Kyle and Kenny held him back and Cartman felt more angry,
He turned to them "GET THE FUCK AWAY!"
Stan toke his opertunity and Kicked Cartman off him, balencing to his feet and backed
away, wipping his bloody nose and mouth, "He's fucking crazy dude! Kyle Get away from him!"
He yelled.
Cartman tried going after him again but Kenny and Kyle held him off.
Cartman screamed in frustration, "OFF!" he yelled pushing them away.
Kenny didnt budge.

"Stan Get the fuck out of here! Now!" Kenny yelled.
Stan stayed a secound more, then ran off.
"Yeah, You bet fuck run!" Cartman yelled still trying to break free
of Kenny and Kyle's grip.
Cartman saw Stan was out of sight and hung his head down breathing
heavily calming down.
Kyle stared at him, "Why the fuck did you do that?!" he yelled.
Cartman turned to him angerily,
"He fuckin!.. Pissed off.." Cartman said sadly to the ground,
"Huh?"
"I gotta.. I know what I'm talkin bout!" Cartman slurred loudly.
"What?!"
"He's drunk dude" Kenny said.
Cartman frowned, "No!" He pushed Kenny
"Your drunk!"
Kenny just stared at him.
"You.. fuck.. Poor shit.." he mumbled.
Kenny iggnored it, "Come on, Let's take you home" he said.
"No!" Cartman yelled in sudden rage pushing Kenny away again.

"Cartman come on, Kenny will drive you" Kyle said putting
his hand to Cartman's shoulder.

Cartman felt more anger
"No! You know wha? I'm fuckin sick of, Of your talkin!
I'm gunna.." Cartman pushed Kenny away who was holding him up
and stumbled trying to walk forward.
"I'm gunna do this" he slurred walking left, then drifted right drunkly
to the doors.
Everyone watched, him and went inside when he did,
"What is he doing?!" Kyle asked kenny starting to run inside after him.

Cartman saw the whole gymnasium flipping over, almost upsidedown,
There was loud music and he felt so fucking dizy, he was pretty sure he was going to puke.
He could hear people comming after him so he went faster pushing people out of his way
accross the gym. There was a band playing on stage. Cartman looked up to the band stumbling to the
stairs, trying to go up, then tripped on the step and fell.
He got parinoid an anxious at the blur sound of his boyfriend's "Cartman stop!"
and footsteps, that he went faster, and stumbled onto the stage, then
tried to regain his balance.
Then went by the band who stopped playing one they saw him,
"Move" he said, pushing away the singer,
"I uh.. I juz wanna say.." he bagan, looking at the crowd below him.
Cartman felt like he was going to fall down to he held onto the micraphone stand
for support.
"That you guyz.. are all assholes" he said.

Cartman looked down, feeling dizy as fuck.
"And uh..."
Cartman saw Wendy, "Wendy'z a bitch.." he slurred.
Everyone in the audence gasped looking to Wendy,
and Wendy's who's eyes looked about to buldge out
"And That I -" Cartman leaned onto the speaker stand.
"Ok, That's enough" one of the band leaders put a hand gently
on Cartman.
"Fuck off me!" Cartman yelled swinging his hand hitting the guy,
Sense he let go to hit him, Cartman crashed down onto the stage lossing his balance.
He laid on the floor, then felt arms holding his.
"Its Ok.. We got it.." Voices he recognized fazzed in and out of his ears.

Cartman felt himself being lifted up onto his feet, and Cartman clenched his eyes
shut and threw up.
Kyle's eyes widdened at the puke as he held one of his boyfriend's arms' up, and
Kenny grasping his other.
"Come on dude.." Kyle begged him,
pulling him off the stage.

Turns out Kenny and Kyle had to Drag Cartman off the stage.
Which was hard concidering his weight.
It pissed Kyle off that noone else would help them.
Cartman's head hung down, as Kenny and Kyle dragged him outside.

Cartman heard muffled voices as he felt like he was flying.
Voices of Kyle and Kenny but he was too dizy and too fucking out
of it to really make out what they were saying.
Suddenly Cartman felt himself stop flying,
"Ok.. Kyle's going to drive you home Ok?" He heard Kenny.
Cartman looked up and saw Him infront of his car.
He looked to Kyle, who held his arm,
"Cartman, I need your keys" he said.
Cartman frowned, "No!"
"I have to drive you"
"No! My car jew!"
Kyle sighed, "I know, But I have to bring you home"
"No" Cartman yanked his hands out of Kenny and Kyle's grip and leaped forward
losing balance and hitting his car.
"I drive.." he slurred, and put his hand in his empty pocket.
Then frowned and checked his other pocket and felt the keys.
He toke them out, Kyle grabbed the Keys,
"Cartman I'm driving"
"No!" He pulled back.
Kyle frowned, "Your too fucking drunk too drive!"
"I'm not drunk.." Cartman felt his stomach tighten
and he grabbed onto it.
"Yes you are!"
Cartman held his stomach tighter then feel himself hurl puke
on the ground as he dropped to his knees.
Kyle then grabbed the keys away from Cartman.
"Come on" Kenny tried lifting him up leading him to the other side of the car.
Cartman was quiet and said nothing.
Mostly beacuse his stomach hurt to much to protest.
Cartman got in the passangers seat and dozzed.
He heard talking, didnt bother to try and figgure the words
out.
Then he felt himself moving.

Kyle looked to his boyfriend sadly who laid with his head back
on the seat. completely drunk and drained.
He sighed.
All he wanted was to go to one dance with his boyfriend.. and this is what happened.

Authors note:

There it is.
The chapter ive been dying to write.
I was planning on writting more, but
I guess I'll add that on the next chapter.
Hope you liked it!

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Ok I know I say that EVERY authors note, but
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