Kyle stopped the car at his house.
He sighed looking beside him at Cartman, who laid asleep with
a little drool running down from his mouth.
Kyle toke a few moments just stareing at him.
Then he slowly put laid his arms and forhead on the steeringwheel.
He felt his face getting hott and he could almost feel himself beggining to
let out a few sobs.
A tear strolled down Kyle's face.
All he wanted was to Bring Cartman to the dance with him.
He didnt expect Cartman to get mad and get drunk, going on stage
and blurting out insenity's infront of the whole school.
And Stan? What the fuck happened?
How did they start fighting?
Kyle lifted his head, and wiped his tears with his sleave, stareing to Cartman
again. Kyle put his finger's through Cartman's hair.
This wasent Eric Cartman.
This wasent His boyfriend.
His boyfriend would have never gotten drunk like this..
His boyfriend wasent constantly deppressed or outbursting in rage.
It just wasent him anymore.
Kyle sniffled and wiped his nose with his sleave opening the door and
slameing it behind him.
Kyle went around the car and opened Cartman's side of the door,
He touched Cartman's neck.
"Come on" Kyle whispered softly.
Kyle tugged at Cartman's neck a little and Cartman frowned, groaning and flipping
over.
Kyle sighed and toke Cartman's seatbelt off, and toke his sides,
"Cartman wake up, Let's go inside"
Kyle continued to tug then Cartman's eye's slowly opened,
His eyes were vany and deep red.
He looked to Kyle but said nothing.
"Come on, I'm bringing you inside" Kyle said.
Cartman looked around the car, then slowly inched towards the outside of the door
trying to get out.
Cartman almost fell out, But Kyle caught him supprisingly.
Cartman's heavy weight leaned against Kyle's small arms and shoke as he tried to push him back up
against the car. Kyle almost dropped him.
Kyle got Cartman to lean against the car, and Cartman looked at him with sad,
red eyes saying nothing.
"Come on" Kyle said taking Cartman's arm and putting it around his neck.
Kyle started walking forward to his house.
Thank god his parents werent home.. and Kyle knew he was for sure not going to
take Cartman back to his hell house.
Kyle stepped with all his might getting Cartman step by step to his door, shakeing on each movement.
Cartman was so fucking heavy.. He didnt think he could hold him up any longer,
But he forced himself, He had to Get Cartman to his door.
Kyle let out a few gasping breaths as they got close to the door then pushed himself forward.
Kyle kept walking till his chest hit his doorway and Cartman was leaning on his small body.
Kyle sighed, thanking fucking god it was over, then toke his key's from his pocket and put it in the lock
to open the front door.
It swung open, then Kyle fell forward beacuse of Cartman's weight against him,
Kyle caught himself before he hit the ground takeing a huge step, then regaining his
balance, He grabbed hold of Cartman and started leading him inside his house.
He tugged his shoulders, dragging him closer and closer to the couch.
Then finnaly got there and Kyle let go of him allowing Cartman to fall back on the couch.
Kyle breathed heavily, letting his arm's hang down.
That was a fucking work out.
Kyle turned closeing his front door then walked back to the couch.
Cartman was completely passed out.
Kyle went to him and kissed him on his forehead and sat on the floor beside him,
Grabbing the remote and flipping on the telivision.
Tweenty five minneutes later Cartman opened his burning eyes slowly.
He looked around and saw The star of David on the wall.. Then a picture of Kyle and Ike..
And Kyle's kitchen off to the side.
He realized he was at Kyle's house.
He couldnt remember how he got here.
He looked down seeing himself on Kyle's couch and Kyle sitting beside him watching the history channel.
'What the fuck happened?'Kyle quickly looked to Cartman and Cartman jumped a little from the quick
movement. Everything was still dizy.
"Oh, Your awake"
Cartman looked around him feeling a headach develop.
"Yeah.." he answered.
Kyle got to his feet looking down at Cartman, "How are you feeling?" He asked
feeling Cartman's forhead.
Cartman coughed then looked back up to Kyle "Horable" he answered.
Kyle gave a tiny smile and moved his hand down Cartman's cheek.
Suddenly Cartman remembered everything.
The dance, throwing up, punching Stan, going on stage.. it all hit him.
Kyle was still stareing down at him with his hand on Cartman's cheek.
Cartman felt his eye's beggining to burn and felt like his tounge was taseting
salt water.. he was about to cry.
Kyle noticed this and looked at him in worry as Cartman's face began to
redden and Cartman's eyes became glassy.
"Are you Ok?" He asked him,
Knowing he wasent, but he didnt know what else to say.
Cartman stared at him for another meer secound then shoke his head no.
Cartman looked down and a hot tear strolled down his face.
Kyle's mouth dropped.
He's crying?!
Kyle has never seen Cartman cry in his entire life!
Well, except for when they were kids but not for four fucking years.
Kyle stared at Cartman in disbelief watching Cartman's tear stroke down to his neck.
Cartman looked back up to Kyle, locking his watery eyes with his emerald.
"I'm sorry" Cartman whispered.
Kyle was still in shock, He put his finger's through Cartman's hair,
"Sorry for what?"
"For.. fucking up." Cartman looked down, "Again" he added.
Kyle looked down then back to him, "It's not your fault" Kyle said, refurring to his doings.
"How is it not my fault?" He asked quietly, "I drunk Kahl.. I did it" He said looking deep into his eyes,
Kyle has never seen this look before.
He looks so helpless, So volnurable
Cartman looked down and clenched his eyes shut letting out a sob,
Kyle sat quietly just watching him.
Cartman put his head back up, with hot tears that strempt down his face.
"I dont want to hurt anymore.." he said.
Kyle held Cartman's shoulders, "What do you mean?"
Cartman closed his eyes again letting another tear fall from his eye.
He toke a deep breath then looked back to Kyle,
"I dont want to hear the voices anymore.." He nooded his head.
Cartman looked down, "I dont want the fucking need anymore" he said.
"The need? Cartman.. what need?"
Cartman nodded his head, then looked back up to Kyle,
"I'm fucking sorry" He whispered.
Kyle stared at him, Cartman was being genuanly honest.. he's never heard him
like this before, Kyle felt like he was beggining to cry just hearing it.
"It's Ok" Kyle said, lightly pushing Cartman's shoulder down, hopeing
Cartman will just dooze off to sleep. He didnt budge.
Kyle felt his own eyes wattering, looking down to Cartman.
Cartman touched Kyle's cheek.
"I.. I love you" he said so quietly.
Kyle stared at him.. Cartman's never said it like that before.
Ever.
Kyle touched Cartman's Hand that held his cheek.
"I love you too." He said.
They both stared at eachother, Cartman in tears, and
Kyle still trying to stop his from falling.
"Get some sleep" Kyle said, Pushing Cartman towards the couch again.
This time Cartman went with the motion and lowered himself onto the couch
resting his head down closeing his eyes.
Kyle didnt leave Cartman's side.. or look away from him.
The only light in the room was from the Tv.
Kyle stared down at his boyfriend, then a moment more, put his head
in his arms against the couch letting his own tears fall.
His was hott, and Kyle sobbed, then sniffled up the tears chokeing at the
end of his throat then sobbed again.
Kyle laid there, He didnt know how long, but he was awoken with a vibration
going on in his pocket.
He lifted his head and reached for his cellphone opening it.
'New message' It said.
Kyle exited it out to see the time
2:44
Must have fallen asleep.
The Tv was still on, On Twilightzone.
Kyle looked forward and Saw Cartman sleeping infront of him on the couch.
Kyle went to his inbox on his cellphone and to the new text message.
Open, He pressed.
'Kyle, Are you still up?
From:Stan '
Kyle sighed and pressed Replie.
'Yeah, Dude are you ok?'
Kyle pressed send.
A few secounds later he got a message back and
pressed open.
'No. I gotta black eye and busted lip B/c of that fat fuck.
From:Stan'
Kyle's eye's widdened and he got up to his feet walking into
another room.
He pressed Stan's number pressing call and stepped up the steps
to his room.
'RIIIIING.
RIIIIIING.'
"Hey" Stan's weak voice answered.
"Hey.. Stan, what the fuck happened?!"
Kyle asked, pacing around his room and shut his door.
Stan coughed,
"I Um.. I dont know. Cartman just..
It was fucking wack dude"
"Stan" Kyle said serriously, at sat on his bed,
"What happened?"
There was a pause then Stan spoke
"I dont know.. Wendy asked me to get her coat from my car so
I was going too.. Then I saw Cartman's car and he was in there so
I stopped and knocked on his window asking what he was doing right?
Well, I guess he was drinking, he saw me all pissed off asking me what the fuck
I was doing, and opened the door, telling me to mind my own fucking buisness
Then I just said he shouldnt be drinking, then he just.. freaked out."
Kyle held the phone frozen to his ear saying nothing,
"Really?"
"Yeah, He went fucking phycho."
Kyle didnt say anything, still in shock.
He heard Stan sigh on the line,
"Wendy told me Cartman got on stage and started yelling
shit and called her a bitch.."
"Yeah."
Stan said nothing a moment, then said,
"That's fucked up. Wendy didnt do a fucking thing to him."
Kyle looked down, "I know"
"So.. What happened after that?"
Kyle sighed, "Me and Kenny got him out of school then I drove him to
my house"
"KYLE?! CARTMAN'S AT YOUR HOUSE?! NOW?!"
"Yeah.."
"DUDE!"
"I cant bring him home, I just fucking cant.
Not to those people"
"DUDE! you DID see what Cartman did to me right?!
How could you be in the same room as that asshole?!"
"Stan, He was drunk"
"It's not that! Ive seen Cartman drunk before ok?
Noone goes that crazy from being drunk.
Kyle he's going crazy"
Kyle said nothing in responce.
Silence went by.
"Kyle.. Cartman isnt the same anymore. Ok?
Whatever the fuck he's going through, Its CHANGING him.
As your best friend I'm telling you.. Stay away from him,
If he hits me like that, How do you know he wouldnt do the same to you?"
Kyle frowned, "HE wouldnt hit me!"
"You dont know that! He's a different person now Kyle!
He's a twisted, angry, deppressed person now and you know it!
Whatever happened with Rick.. Kyle, Cartman isnt going to be the same.
So I'm telling you to just back out now"
Kyle stod frozen.
"Are.. Are you saying I break up with him?"
Stan sighed.
"Yeah."
Kyle felt his heart drop,
'Did Stan really just suggest that?'
Kyle put his hand to his head, "I cant."
"What?! Why?!"
"Dude, I just fucking cant. I love him"
"kyle I know you do but you love the old him,
and now, He's gone. He's not comming back.
Do this before something bad happens"
Kyle frowned, "I cant!"
"Yes you can! He's an alcoholic!
He's not going to stop"
Kyle put his hand to his forhead feeling
hot tears instantly roll down his cheeks
"Why are you saying this?" His voice cracked.
"Beacuse Its the truth. I dont want you to get hurt,
And I swear on my fucking life if you stay with him,
He will hurt you. Mentally, and maybe physically dude."
Kyle rubbing his eyes breathing hard, trying to stop crying,
But he couldnt. Kyle held the phone away so Stan coudlnt hear him cry.
"Kyle? Kyle are you there?" He heard the phone.
Kyle put it back to his ear, "I cant" He whispered.
"Yes you -"
"I gotta go"
"Kyle dont -"
The dial tone went off in Stan's ear.
Kenny stod outside the school smokeing.
'One fuck of a dance'
He couldnt believe what happened a few hours ago.
Cartman was drunk as fuck and fist fighted Stan,
Then ran through the gym, got on stage swearing, Then he and Kyle had to Drag
him outside, He fought Kyle for the Keys and Kyle drove him home.
Jesus.
Kenny wondered If Kyle toke Cartman home, or if Cartman stayed at his house.
He shrugged at his thoughts fliccing ash onto the ground.
He mostly felt bad for Stan.
Poor dude got the shit beat out of him.
Kenny never knew Cartman had that kinda strength in him.
Yeah, Cartman looks tough, being big and all, (Mostly just obesse)
but he knew Cartman wasent That tough in physical fighting.
Usually couldnt take out Stan, captin of the football team.
Certainly shocked him.
Kenny exhaled smoke thinking through it all.
'Poor Kyle' he thought.
He was partly mad at Cartman for bringing alcohol to the fucking
dance but another side of him somewhat understod.
He was addicted.
He could see it.
Cartman couldnt see it but Kenny could for sure.
He's been around addicts all his life.. Cartman just happened to become one.
Kenny shoke his head fliccing more ash to the ground.
He never would have thought Cartman would become one.
Well.. That was before Cartman's life got fucked.
Kenny exhaled.
He decided to talk to Kyle about this tomorow..
Cartman was his friend and everything but he's sinking in too
deep. Kenny had a talent for knowing what people were up too.
He was good at predicting what would happen with his friend's
and he was almost always right.
But Cartman beating up on Stan.. He never saw that comming.
Not a clue.
Maybe it was best if Kyle laid off him for a little while..
Just sense of what happened at the dance,
Who the fuck know's what he'd do next.
Just for a little bit Kyle should concider them takeing a break maybe?
Kenny thought about it.. It sounded like the best idea.
For Kyle's sake anyway
(Next day)
Kyle awoke on the floor of his livingroom.
He looked up and saw Cartman sleeping on the couch above him.
Kyle slowly got onto his knee's just stareing at Cartman.
He looked so peacful when he slept.
Slowly breathing in and out.
Kyle wanted to lay on his chest but didnt want to wake him up..
He's got to have a huge headache later.
Kyle got to his feet and into the kitchen grabbing some milk from the refridgerator
and a glass. He filled it.
The sun shined through the window.
It was early in the morning.
8:00 Maybe?
He didnt know.
Kyle toke a sip of his milk.
He could feel dry spots on his face where his tears
toke place last night.
He touched his face, and sighed.
Why did he want to burst out crying again?
There really was no reason he guessed.
Or was there?
Either way he felt like he was going too.
He remembered the dance last night.
The first fucking dance he goes with Cartman too and it was the worst
night of his life.
He sighed takeing another drink of milk.
He thought back to Stan's phone call last night.
He couldnt fucking believe stan ACCUALLY suggested for him to break up with Cartman.
Yeah, Cartman made a mistake, doesnt mean the years they've been together had to be
demolished by one bad night.
Kyle rolled his eyes at the thought.
Kyle suddenly heard movement in the livingroom,
He put down his glass walking into it, seeing Cartman sitting up
looking down. Looking miserable.
"Hi" Kyle said quietly.
Cartman slowly looked up at him, revieling his brown eyes with
reddness around them. "Hey" He said.
Kyle stared at him then walked towards him.
"How are you feeling?"
"Pht. Like shit" Cartman answered.
Kyle looked down.
"What happened last night?" He asked.
Kyle looked back up to him, "You dont remember?"
"No."
Kyle's eyes went wide, then looked back down,
"Just.. went to the dance" he said.
Cartman looked around, holding the covers Kyle
placed on him that night closer,
"How'd I get here?"
"I toke you."
Cartman raised his eyebrow "Why?"
Kyle looked up to him, just stareing.
'He really doesnt remember does he?'
"Beacuse you were drunk as fuck"
Cartman looked down saying nothing a few moments.
"I was?" he asked quietly stareing down to the floor.
"Yeah. You beat up Stan, You called Wendy a bitch, You passed out.." Kyle stopped there.
Cartman nooded his head holding it, "I dont remember" he said.
Kyle looked back down.
Cartman believed it. Every word.
"I'm sorry" he said quietly.
"Yeah.. You told that me last night."
"I did?"
Kyle only looked down in responce then back up at him.
Kyle grasped onto Cartman's shoulders,
"You have to stop drinking" he said firmly, looking into his eyes.
Cartman dodged his eyes away from Kyle's But Kyle leaned in closer
So Cartman couldnt look anywhere else.
"You have to stop" he repeated.
Cartman didnt say anything.
"Ok?!" Kyle shoke him.
Cartman remained silent.
"I dont fucking know you anymore" Kyle said.
This made Cartman look to him,
"Promise me you'll stop." he said quietly.
"PROMISE ME?!!" Kyle yelled shakeing him.
Cartman only looked down, "Yeah, I promise."
Kyle let go of him and put his hand to Cartman's cheek
making him look up to him.
"I love you" he said.
Cartman looked down not responding.
Kyle got to his feet and walked out of the house.
Cartman sat there sitting on the floor.
11:30 Am.
Kenny knew Stan would be up by now.
Kenny was already walking to his house.
After last night.. He has to see how he's doing.
Kenny called Kyle, No answer.
Same with Cartman.
Kenny finnaly got to Stan's door and knocked.
'Knock, Knock knock'
No answer.
'Knock, Knock, Knock' he tried again.
The door swung open and Stan stod,
"Oh.. Hey"
Kenny looked at Stan up and Down.
His eye was like dark black and had a fat lip.
"Holly shit" Kenny mumbled.
"What?"
"Nothin, nothing." Kenny said quickly.
Stan shrugged, "What's up?" he asked casualy.
"Not much.. You gotta minneute?" He asked.
Stan shrugged again, "Sure" he stepped out from his door and
followed Kenny to the Side of his house.
Kenny toke out a ciggerate and lit it.
"So.. what the fuck happened last night?" Kenny asked after
he exhaled smoke.
Stan laughed a bit, "Long story dude"
"I got time" Kenny flicced ash to the ground.
Stan ran his fingers through his black hair
"I dont know.. Cartman was in his car, and I asked him what he was
doing, and he told me to fuck off and mind my own buisness."
Stan rolled his eyes "Asshole" he mumbled.
Kenny's eyes got bigger, "He fucked you up for that?!"
"Yeah."
Kenny kept his stare in disbelief
'That's it?'
"Wow" Kenny toke another drag.
"I know" Stan agreed.
A moment of silence passed by.
"Dude, he's fucked up" Stan spoke up.
"Your tellin me" kenny flicced ash.
Stan looked down,
"Cartman stayed the night at Kyle's last night."
"WHAT?!"
"Yeah."
"What the fuck?! How'd that happen?!"
Stan shrugged, "He didnt want to bring him home."
Kenny stared at stan.
"I feel bad for Kyle, You know?
Like, Cartman used to be just an asshole, yeah That I can deal with.
Now he's a fucking phychotic, Deppressed, short tempered, Bi-polar,
abbusive, alcoholic asshole"
Kenny toke a drag of his ciggerate then let it out.
"I wuz just thinkin that last night."
Stan looked to Kenny,
"Kyle has to break up with him."
Stan stared at Kenny waiting for a responce, but didnt get one.
"What if Cartman hit's him or something?" Stan went on.
Kenny exhaled his last puff of smoke then flicced his ciggerate away.
"Then he hits him."
Stan looked down then back at Kenny,
"Do you think he would?"
Kenny said nothing a few moments, then said
"The way Cartman's been lately..
I'm not sure."
Kyle sat outside leaning against his house.
he's been sitting here for about 25 minnneutes now.
Just.. thinking.
He looked through his window seeing through to his window, seeing
Cartman still sleeping on his couch.
He hasent moved.
Kyle sighed putting his fingers through his hair.
He heard running footsteps in the distance and looked at saw Stan running
to his house from accross the street.
"What the hell?"
Stan ran closer and closer, He saw Kyle saw him and waved.
Kyle akwardly waved back.
Stan ran, then finnaly got to his front yard walking to him
"Hey" he said.
"Hey"
Silence went by.
"Cartman still here?"
"Yeah, he's sleeping."
Stan nodded.
"Hey can we talk?"
Kyle shrugged "Sure"
Stan walked to him, and sat beside him.
Kyle looked at Stan's face.. Cartman really messed him up.
He had a black eye and his bottem left lip was fat and bruised.
Stan looked down fidigting with his fingers.
"Kyle.." he began.
"All I was saying last night was that.. maybe you and Cartman should take a break."
Kyle frowned, "It's my fucking relashionship Stan"
"I know, I know.. I'm not saying to do it.. I'm just saying.. concider it?"
Cartman heard mumbling outside the house.
He flipped over holding onto his head.
His head hurt like a bitch.
It did every morning.
He was basically used to it by now.
The mumbleing continued then he heard Kyle's voice,
" - - YOUR BUISNESS!"
Cartman lifted his head,
He heard more mumbling, then "No!" From Kyle.
Cartman got up from the couch and walked over to the window.
He peeked out and saw Stan and Kyle!
He ducked.
His eyes widdened when he saw Stan..
his face looked fucked up.
'I did that..' his inside voice merred.
He couldnt even believe it.
He wasent THAT strong. Or he didnt think so.
"Stan, I appreciate what your trying to say but Cartman's
just going through a hard time ok? I'm not going to end it beacuse of that!"
"I'm not telling you too! I'm just saying.. Keep your options open"
Cartman frowned. He didnt like this.
Kyle stod up, "Stan, I love him! Ok, Do you not fucking understand that!"
Stan stod up as well, "I do, I'm just saying -"
"No! I've heard it, and I'm done. just go"
"Kyle please dont -"
"I dont want to hear it!"
Stan looked at his best friend sadly then turned around walking away.
As Stan walked away Kyle slowly sat back down putting his hands to his
face. Cartman watched him..
'I have to stop drinking..'
He told himself.
'I have to fucking stop'
Stan came home a few minneutes after he left Kyles.
He felt bad.
What right did he have to go over and try to convince his best friend
to break up with his boyfriend?!
'..Just trying to look out for him' he told himself.
Stan started to walk up the steps to his room.
"Stan.." He heard behind him.
He spun around and saw his dad holding a coffee mug.
Look like he just got up.
"Where'd you get those marks on your face?"
Stan's eye's widdened, "Uh.."
Then he just remembered His parents didnt see him come home last night.
They were sleeping when he got home.
"Nowhere.." Stan said lamely.
Randy frowned, "Where did you get the mark's Stanly?" he asked again.
"I um.."
'Should I lie?'
He froze.
'Wait, Why?!
Why the fuck do I want to defend that fat fuck?!'
He asked himself.
"I uh.. Kinda got in fight at the dance."
Randy now had his full attention to his son.
"With who?" he asked.
"Uh..."
Stan paused.
He sighed, "Eric Cartman" he said.
Randy rolled his eyes,
"Alright. I'm going to get his parents on the phone" he frowned
He picked up the phone and started to dial,
"Noone messes with my son."
Stan's eyes widdened, The thought of How Cartman's step dad is poped into
his mind, "Dad! wait!" he stopped him.
Randy looked at him with an eyebrow raised.
"Uh.. Dont" he said.
"Why?"
"Its no big deal.."
"Stanly! when you get marks like that on your face it is a big deal!
I'm calling them and getting this straightened out.." he started to dial.
Stan suddenly wished he haddent said anything.
Well there was nothing he could do about it now.
He sighed and started walking upstairs to his room.
"Hi? Uh, Rick Cartman?" Stan asked in the phone.
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