That morning Kyle slumped outside his eyes half open.
He didnt get any sleep last night.
He rubbed his teary and tired eyes reaching for his cellphone.
There was no way he was walking to school today.

All last night all Kyle could think about was,
'Cartman's not going to be the same'
and
'Were not going to be the same'

And everytime he tried to sleep he got interupted by crying
again.

Kyle opened his cellphone, shivering a bit from the cold.
He hated Colorado.
Well he didnt nessaserily hate it, he just hated how it was always so fucking cold.
Kyle pressed dial and put the phone to his ear.

"Riiiiing

Riiiiiiing,
Click.

"Hello?" Stan's voice came on.
"Hey.. can you pick me up?" Kyle's low and tired voice asked.
"Uh sure, I have to pick up Wendy first though."
"Okay."
"Dude.. are you Ok? You dont sound too good"

"I uh.. I didnt get much sleep last night."
"Why? What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I just-"
"Damn it! Fuck you asshole!"
Kyle widdened his eyes "What?"
"Oh, Oh not you.
This asshole that just cut in front of me.
Uh anyways, What's wrong?"

Kyle sighed, "I'll um. I'll tell you later."
"Ok. I just got to Wendy's house so I'll be over in a sec"
"Ok.. Thanks"
They hung up.

Kyle sat on his porch putting his fingers through his hair with his knees to his chest.
'All those fucking bottles..'Kyle thought back to walking into Cartman's room.
'They were everywhere'
Kyle put his fingers through his hair again, he always did that when he's stressed or nervous.

'Cartman didnt say anything to me.. at all.'
Kyle sighed again.
'Stan was right.. He's not the same anymore.
And he's not going to be.'

Kyle moved his head in his hands just thinking about Stan and his last fight.
But Stan was right.
Kyle put his head back up, 'Maybe He'll change, Maybe if I talk to him enough he'll
agree to go to rehab or something..' he thought, trying to cheer himself up.
Then Kyle put his head back down to his knees.

Who was he fucking kidding?
Cartman looked dead when he saw him, clutching onto his bottle like he was gaurding it when Cartman saw him
come into the room.
Kyle put a finger to his head.
'It's Cartman.. if he says he doesnt need help, he's never going to want any'
Kyle realized.

Kyle held his two fingers to his eyes, he wasent going to cry, He wasent going to fucking cry!
No, He cant.
'Maybe I'm wrong' Kyle said for encoragement.
But he knew that was unlikely.

"Beep, Beep!" Kyle looked up,
and saw Stan infront of his house, he smiled a little and walked towards the Car.
He got in the back seat and shut the door behind him.
Wendy turned around in her seat "hey" she smiled.
Kyle smiled back in return.
Then Wendy's smile disapired, "Are you Ok? You dont look so good.."
Kyle saw Stan take a glance at him through the review mirror.

"Yeah. Just um.. not much sleep."
"Oh" Wendy nodded and turned back into her seat, she doubted it was just sleep
But she didnt want to press.

"So Kyle.." Stan began, breaking the silence,
"You up for going to the ice arena with me and Wendy after school?"

Kyle was stareing out the window intensivlely, not aware he was spoken too.
"Kyle?" Stan asked confused looking through the review mirrior,
Kyle jumped and shoke his head, "Oh sorry what?"
"Um.. Do you want to go to the ice arena with me and Wendy after school?"
"Uh, no thanks, I have a lot of studdying to do."
Stan frowned, Kyle was honestly lying.
"Uh huh" Stan said with Sarcasium attatched to his voice,
"No Stan, I really do"
"Riiight." Stan looked back to the road.

"Maybe he really does.." Wendy said comforting him, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Doubt it" Stan mumbled low enough so Kyle couldnt hear.

To be honest, Kyle really didnt want to go anywhere.
With anyone for the matter.. he was already upset enough going to school.
All he kept thinking about was his stop at Carman's house yesterday..

Stan toke a glance at Kyle through the mirror.
He was seeming to think deeply about something.
Stan looked back to the road and sighed.
'It's Cartman' he knew.
"I fucking hate Cartman" Stan mumbled,
Wendy looked "What?"
"Oh, nothing."
Wendy looked out the window again.
He hated the fact that fat asshole actually had almost complete control over his best friend.
Now that he thought back on it, They used to fucking hate eachother..
Well, when they were kids.

Of corse Kyle told Stan months before anyone else found out, that he was gay.
Stan was supprisingly un supprised.
Kyle never really went for any girls.. well there was this one girl,
Rebecca cotzwelt, but after that, Kyle was completely done with them.
He thought he was straight.. after then he started to find out he wasent attracted to girls at all.

Stan sighed frustrated with his own thoughts.

'If only Cartman didnt kiss him..' Stan thought.
'If he didnt kiss him, maybe they wouldnt be fucking together.
Maybe they'd still hate eachother's guts like they used too.'

Stan had a flashback of the day Kyle ran up to him freaking out, beacause Cartman kissed him.
Randomly too.
Like on the mouth, full make out.
From what Kyle told him,
they were assigned to a project together.
Then while Kyle was talking about it, Cartman was looking at him weird,
Kyle said he iggnored it, then a few minneutes later he was trying to explain the
point of the project yet again and Cartman just kissed him, quickly putting his lips to his.

Stan laughed remembering Kyle's horrified expression when he told the story to him.
Stan pictured the talk.. At Stan's house, Back when Kyle used to still wear his green hat,
and he was pacing around Stan's room.

"I mean, What the FUCK?! I fucking hate that fatass!
Why would he kiss me?! He hates me! Doesnt he?!
"Ugh!" Kyle sat down on Stan's bed pulling on his hat clenching his eyes shut in frustration.Stan wished he never stod up for Cartman.
Just let Kyle go on ranting about it.

But that was back in the days where him and Cartman DIDNT hate eachother.
Stan toke another glance at Kyle who still store out the window aimlessly,
Then looked back to the road.

"Well... Did you like it?" Stan asked him slowly.
Kyle stared at him in disbelief, shock, then.. blushing?
"What?! Fuck no! What are you on?!"
"Kyle I'm just saying.. Your gay, you constantly go on about Cartman and -"
"Beacuse I hate him!"
"Right but let me finish.. Cartman's obviously got a thing for you.. i mean, he fucking kissed you dude.
Your telling me you didnt like it at all?"

Kyle paused a moment then "NO DUDE!"
Stan looked at him doubtfully,
"You said the kiss lasted about seven seconds right?"
"Yeah.. so?"
"So.. Why didnt you pull away?"
Stan remembered Kyle's face going numb red then Kyle went back
to his homework iggnoreing his question and pretended the conversation
never happened.

Stan remembered it like it was yesterday,
Stan glanced at Kyle again through the mirror who sadly looked out the window.
Stan looked back to the road,
'If that fatass breaks his heart.. He's fucking done for'

Cartman sat in his room in the corner.. drinking.
again.
It's all he's been doing for three days straight.
He hasent even got out of the spot except for bathroom purchases.
Cartman toke another gulp.

'This is it' he said with a thought.
'This is my life.. all it's ever going to be..'

Cartman closed his eyes nodding his head.
He didnt WANT to be this way.
Hell, he didnt even try too, but the minneute that urge returns to have
More burns.. he loses it.
As if it was out of his control.
Cartman put his head into his knee's rubbing his forhead on his knees,
'It controls ME now..'Cartman realized.

Cartman looked to the bottle and slowly set it down.
"Dont fucking talk to me that way!"
Cartman turned his head to the voice,
"Lianne get your ass back here!"

Cartman stumbled onto his feet still a little fazzed, and got to the door and looking
down from the steps.
"You know what you are?! A fucking slut.
How the fuck did I marry you in the first place! I-"
Cartman saw Rick pointing at his mom from accross the livingroom, and his mom's hair down and messy,
With mascara smeers on her face from crying.
"I'm sorry Rick, I'll try to do better, I-"
"DONT INTERUPT ME YOU STUPID BITCH!"
Rick was stomping angerly towards her, she tried backing up then when Rick made his move she dodged it and ran into
the kitchen, "Get the fuck Back here! Dont run from me!" Rick yelled as he chased after her.

Cartman sighed and walked back into his room, he sat on his bed,
He could hear glass break, "Look what you fuckin did!" he heard from downstairs,
"I was just trying to-" Cartman blocked the voices with his Cd player.
He turned the music up on high volume and toke a sip of the alcohol, then looked back to the ground in
complete darkess he surrounded himself with.

Eventually he got sick of the loud music, it gave him a headache, not as if he already
had one already, hung over from last night, plus he's a tipsy bit on the drunken side right now.
Cartman yanked off his earphones,
"Myabe If you would listen to me for one -"
"I dont need to fucking listen to you!"

Cartman went to his drawer takeing out his pack,
"I just was saying-"
"You dont have the right to fucking say anything Lianne!"
Cartman slamed the drawer shut, after takeing out his ciggerate, and
went down the steps where the voices continued louder and louder the closer he got.

"-Just fucking leave Ok?! Nobody wants you here Lianne, Noone fucking cares!"
Cartman quickly skidded accross the livingroom, passing the kitchen were Rick and his mom were fighting.
He could hear his mom crying, "I just want too-" Cartman slammed the door shut, freezing in that position, then
slowly walked a few steps and sat on his porch against his house.
He could still hear voices from inside.. but not as loudly as inside the house.
Cartman put his head to his knee's.
He was so tired of being here..
He hated it here.
He would rather be anywhere but here.
He guessed he should have gone to school today to avoid all this crap.
Cartman could still hear Rick's voice screaming inside, and Cartman nodded his head on his
knee, rubbing it.
Anywhere but here.

Kyle starred down at his science paper and tapped his pencil on his desk.
He knew all these answers before, Why couldnt he figgure it out?
Kyle stroked his fingers through his red curly hair,
'Fucking hopeless' he thought.

He hated when he couldnt concentrate.
He hated that his personal life almost always effected his school work,
Not that he's done bad, he still gets straight A's, but his mind seems to be somewhere else.
Kyle has always been scared of slipping up.
He's been on a roll with straight A's sense the 8th grade.
If he got one bad grade, the streak would be over, Plus what would his dad think of him?
That he's not trying?
Kyle rubbed his head at the thought of his dad.
The bigshot lawyer.
As Kyle got older His dad changed a bit..
Kyle feels like he's never good enough for him.
It's either, "Kyle, you need to learn to annunciate correctly" or "Kyle, Your forgot a capital letter"
Blah, blah, blah..

Kyle sighed.
It never gets any fucking easier.
'Then with Cartman.. '
Kyle's heart felt like it got stabbed with a needle at the sudden thought of him.
'Well.. Cartman's slipping his life away..'

Kyle put his head to his hand. He wished Cartman's name never poped in his head.
Kyle suddenly got an urge to cry, He sat up and breathed in deeply,
'Not here, Not at fucking school!'
Kyle faught back tears, and it seemed to be working.

Just, remembering how Cartman looked..
On the floor in a dark corner, looking up to him with red eyes.
He looked like he hadent slept in days.
He looked so sad, Helpless, Vulnerable.
It broke Kyle's heart..

"Broflovski!"
Kyle jumped at the sound of his last name, and looked up.
Mrs. Moore raised her eyebrow, "Are you paying attention?"
"Oh, Yeah. I am."
"Look's like your dozzing off."
"I'm not, I swear."
"Ok, Good. Now kids -"
Mrs. Moore went off writing something on the Bord.
Kyle put his head back to his hand.
Of course he wasent fucking concentrating.
He couldnt concentrate.

Stan carried his tray over to his table and sat next to his best friend with his head in his hand, looking down.
When Stan sat down, Kyle didn't even glance up.
It sounded like Kenny was taking to him about something before Stan came, then stopped.
"Hey Kyle.."
Kyle didnt even look to Stan "Hey" he murmured glumly.
Stan looked to Kenny who just shrugged.
"How you feelin buddy?" Stan asked putting his hand on Kyle's back.
"Horable." he responded.
Stan looked to Kenny 'Cartman?' he mouthed.
Kenny nodded.
"Kyle, You-"
"Hey guys!" Wendy interupted and sat right next to Stan.
"Oh um, Hey Wendy"
Stan noticed she had no food.
"Are you gunna eat something?"
"Oh um, I already missed lunch. Was late"
"But um, People are still in line, you can still get some" Stan pointed
to the line accross the cafeteria.
"Oh, Uh, No It's Ok. I dont want to wait in a long line"
"It's not that lo-"
"What's wrong?" Wendy interupted looking to Kyle.
"Nothing" Kyle frowned looking away.
"Oh.." Wendy decided to stay out of this one.

Wendy felt a tap on her shoulder, she turned around,
"Um, Wendy? Can I talk to you?"
"Uh, Sure Bebe" She turned to Stan, "Be right back"
Stan nodded and Wendy went around the corner following Bebe.

Bebe turned to her an looked at her with concern,
"Wendy.. where's your food?"
Wendy's eyes went wide and she felt her cheeks flush, "Uh.."
She began and put her hand on the back of her neck in discomfort.

Bebe looked at her in concern waiting for a responce.
"I already ate at home."
"No you didnt! Wendy you always say that!"
"Beacuse its true! Jesus, when did you become such a bitch"
"Oh, I'm sorry I'm a bitch beacuse I care about my friend!"

Wendy's frown undid itself and looked at her in guilt.
"Wendy.. what's going on?" Bebe put a hand on her friend's shoulder.
"Are you.. starving yourself?"
Wendy spun around facing her, "NO!" she yelled deffensively.
"Then what?! Why arent you eating anything!?"
"I am!"
"Wendy!"
Wendy frowned, "You know what bebe, I'm getting so sick of you accusing me!
I'm telling the truth!"
Bebe crossed her arms doubtfully.
Wendy rolled her eyes "Whatever" she turned and stomped away angerily.

"..Come on Kyle talk to me" Stan pressed.
Kyle finnaly looked up and around their table.
They were the only one's there.
"Where's Kenny?"
"Uh.. I think he's outside smokeing."
Kyle put his head back down.
"Why? Come on Kyle, Tell me whats going on, Youve been like this all fucking day!
What did that fat fuck do to you now?!"

Kyle pressed his finger onto the table and started circuling it around,
"Its.. complicated"
"WHAT?! Tell me!"
Kyle looked back up and looked around, "Not here."
Stan got up grabbing Kyle's arm and lead him out of the cafiteria and around the hall.
Noone was in the hallways durring Lunch.
Stan lead him to the end of the halls by the staircase and sat on one of the steps, He pulled him
down with him.
"Ok, Now tell me"
Kyle glanced around, then looked down and sighed.
"Kyle, What?!"
Kyle nodded his head.
"Well.. I sort of Went over to Cartman's yesterday.. to see what the fuck was going on.."
Kyle looked to him,
"His parents werent home thank god, then I went up to his room and there were bottles of
whisky and vodka everywhere! Everywhere Stan! Like I couldnt fucking count them all"
Stan's eyes widdened, "Where did he get that?"
Kyle looked back down, "Rick's an alcoholic too I guess."
"Ok.. So, Then what happened?"
"I dont know.. Asked him what he was doing, and why he was doing this, beacuse he fucking promised me
he wouldnt drink anymore, and he didnt respond.
He didnt talk to me at all. he just kind of.. Stared at me."
Kyle shifted his body leaning more towards Stan,
"Stan, He was in the dark, with a bottle in his hand in a corner,
I think he was shakeing a little bit, but it was too fucking dark I couldnt see."
"Jesus.."
"I know."
"Kyle.. Cartman's getting really out of hand"
Kyle frowned, "I know that! You think I dont know that!"
"Know what?" a voice behind them asked.
Kyle looked and saw Kenny opening a pepsi.
Stan looked to him"Nothing-"
"Cartman's an alcoholic" Kyle interupted.

Kenny sat down on the step below them, and flipped open the cap
"We know that" he said simply,
"No! But It's more then That! Kenny.. He is a very serrious alcoholic"
"Yeah, I think he's worse then your parents" Stan chipped in.
"No, noone is worse then my parents" Kenny said and takes a drink of his pop.
"He is. He drinks all day, and all night. He just sits in his room. drinking.
That's all he does" Kyle said.

Kenny's eyes widdened, "All day"
"All day" Kyle repeated.
"Jeez. We'll my parents dont drink All day, they just drink at night..
Are you sure?"
"Dude yeah, everytime I talk to him he's drunk off his ass" Kyle said.
Kenny raised his eyebrow, "I thought you havent talked to him in awhile."
Kyle glanced to Stan then back to Kenny, "I did yesterday.. and dude, If you saw his room
You would totally understand."

Kenny cocked his head, got up and walked away.
Stan looked as confused as Kyle, "What the fuck?"
he said puzzled.
Who just gets up and walks away,
Kyle shoke his head, "Whatever" he said shrugging it off.

Stan turned back to Kyle giving him his full attention,
"Kyle I think he needs help.. Bad."
"I know! I told him that but he said he doesnt need any"
Stan blinked and store at his best friend serriously,
"If he says he doesnt need help, he's never going to want it.
He's not going to change Kyle.."
Kyle frowned and looked away, "You dont know that. He can change"
"But he wont."
"How do you know?!" Kyle stod up angerily,
Kyle stod up too, "Beacuse I know him Kyle!
If he says he's not going to do something he wont,
He's a stubborn asshole."
Kyle kept his frown and crossed his arms looking away,
"Maybe this is just a faze.."
"Kyle, its not"

Kyle rolled his eyes, "Sense when do you get off being all high and mighty,
acting like you know it all?! Cause you fucking dont!
He can change" Kyle marched down the hallway leaving his best friend behind.
Then a pin felt like it just stabbed his stomach with guilt.
Sadly.. He knew Stan was right, He got mad at him beacuse.. he couldnt face the truth
just yet.

'I just have to talk to him..'
he told himself.
'Talk to him and figure this all out..'

Kenny almost made it to Cartman's house on his old red rusty bike, that he used when he was about thirteen.
He found it in the gardbage dump at the time.. not like he really could afford one.

Kenny's orange sweatshirt was on and his blonde hair blew through the breeze.
Thank god people in this town actually shed off the ice everyday or noone could use bikes.
It was way too fucking cold here.

Kenny looked ahead and saw Cartman's house three houses down.
He wanted to see him.. talk to him a bit..
espeshily after what Stan and Kyle told him.
His whole family went through this shit, Hell HE went through this shit..
But not that badly.
Kenny wanted to talk to him to basically save him from a life he was living, Sure
it sucks his stepdad beats him and his mom everynight.. But Kenny's experienced alot worse.
Kenny got up to the house and noticed Cartman was already outside.
Smokeing a cig on his porch.
Kenny smiled as he got up, but Cartman just gazed at him curriously.

Kenny got off his bike and parked his bike on the wall of his house.
He got onto the porch next to Cartman and leaned against the wall.
"Hey"
"Hey" Cartman toke a drag off his cigerate.
Too lazy to ask him why he was there.
Kenny toke out his pack, taking a ciggerate out and began
to light it, "What's up?" he asked.
"Nothin much." Cartman responded putting the cig back to his lips
for another drag.

Kenny exhaled smoke, "Talk to Kyle lately?"
Cartman shrugged and flicced ash to the ground,
"He stopped by yesterday"

"What happened"
"I dont know.. He just -"
"Hey"
they looked and saw Kyle walking up to them.
Both of their eyes went wide.
Kyle leaned next to Kenny, Knowing Cartman's attention was fully on him
but pretended not to notice.

"Uh.. What's up?" Kenny asked him, breaking the silence.
"Nothing" Kyle shrugged, and looked to Cartman, "You?" he asked.
"um... nothing."
Kyle nodded.

There was an akward silence that toke place,
"Hey can I try one of those?" Kyle asked glancing at Kenny ciggerate.
Kenny's eyes went wide, "A CIG?!"
"yeah.."
Kenny smiled, cant wait to see this.
Kyle never smoked in his life.
Cartman looked just as shocked as Kenny.

Kenny handed Kyle the cig, and Kyle held it with all his fingers,
"Uh, no dude, your suppose to hold it with your pointer and middle finger"
Kenny said, Moving Kyle's fingers,
"Why?"
Kenny looked to Cartman, "Uh.."
They never thought of why.

"It's easier that way you dumb shit" Cartman said takeing a drag.
Kyle frowned and rolled his eyes, Atleast Cartman would actually talk to him now.
Kenny shrugged, "You dont have to if you dont want."
"Ok."
Kyle held the ciggerate with his whole hand and inhaled instantly let it out,
"Hey, that was easy."
Cartman rolled his eyes and Kenny giggled, "Your doing it wrong"
"Huh?"
Kenny stod next to him, "Your suppose to breath it in"
Kyle looked to the ciggerate, "Do I have too?"
"That's kinda what smokeing is.. Your just letting it in your mouth and blowing it out,
your suppsose to inhale."

"Oh. Um, Ok"
Kyle tried it again this time inhaling like Kenny instructed,
His lips instantly depparted and he started coughing like Crazy,
forcefully handing the cig back to Kenny.

Kenny and Cartman laughed their asses off,
Cartman even had a tear in his eye.. He hadent laughed like that in so long.

Kyle finnaly caught his breath and gave them a discusted look,
"How can you guys do that?! Its so gross!"
Kenny kept his grin and shrugged, "You get used to it"
Cartman was still laughing hysterically pounding his fists to his knees
"Dude.." He laughed, "Jew's Cant smoke for shit!"
Kyle frowned "Shut up Cartman!" he pushed him.
Cartman turned around and kept laughing, Then it hit Kyle.

Here he was..
This is the way things used to be, He realized.
The way he used to be..
'He hasent laughed like that in forever'

Kyle smiled, and enjoyed the sound of his boyfriend's laughter.
He hadent heard it in awhile,

Then sadly the laughter stopped and Cartman went right back to looking
the way he did before.
Bored. Lifeless.
He never made that look the days things "used to be"

After Cartman leaned against the wall, he toke another ciggerate out of his pack and lit it,
enhaling. Kenny raised his eyebrow, "Dude, you just had you want to wait 5 minnneutes"
Cartman shrugged, "why?" he exhaled,
"Beacuse train smokers die faster"
"Good" Cartman said, putting the cig to his lips.
Kyle and Kenny exchanged glances then looked back to him.

An akward silence went over.
"Uh.. I'm gunna leave you guys alone" Kenny said pointing to Cartman and Kyle and walking inside Cartman's house,
Cartman frowned, "Dude you cany just fucking walk into my house!"
"Your mom and Rick's gone!" Kenny yelled back through the screen door, going up the steps, wanting to check out Cartman's room.
Wanting to see what Kyle was freaking out about yesterday.

Cartman rolled his eyes, and toke another long drag.
"So.." Kyle started out.
Cartman glanced at him exhaling the smoke out.
"how've you been?" Kyle asked akwardly, not knowing what else to say.
Cartman shrugged fliccing ash from his cig.
"Whatever, You should know, you walked in my room yesterday."
Kyle just store at him,
"Oh.. yeah" he added.

Cartman toke another drag.
"Cartman you need to stop doing that"
Cartman looked to Kyle unamused. He knew this was comming.
Cartman didnt respond.
Kyle frowned, "Dude, I'm fucking serrious" He sneered, Getting sick of the silent treatment.

"Stop what?" Cartman asked innocently fliccing more ash.
"AUGH! You know what!" Kyle yelled.
Cartman rolled his eyes and threw out his cigg in the yard pushing himself off the wall standing infront of him,
"You fucking jews get annoying so quickly" he muttered to him.
Kyle tightened his fists, "What does me being a jew have ANYTHING with what your doing!?"
"Everything" Cartman smirked.
Kyle glared. Usual Cartman comback,
Atleast that about him was the same.. which sucked.

Kyle got a hold of Cartman's shirt and held him closer, Cartman looked down on him,
"Cartman, you need to stop drinking"
Cartman glared away annoyed,
"I'm serrious!" Kyle yelled.

Cartman toke Kyle's arms and yanked them away from his shirt,
"I'm fine"
"No your not! I.. I think you need to get some help"

Cartman rolled his eyes and turned around walking away, instantly pissed off.
"Cartman!" Kyle yelled, upset he's being walked away from.

Cartman stopped "Get out" he said without turning around.
Kyle's eyes widdened, "Huh?" he asked, thinking he heard him wrong.
Cartman wirled around, "I said get the fuck out!"
Kyle jumped at Cartman's tone of voice.
Kyle spoke softly, "Cartman I-"
"Are you fucking deaf?! I said get out! Get the fuck out of my house!"
Kyle frowned, "Fine Cartman." and with that he left.

Cartman kept his stare at the door..
'What did I just do?' he asked himself.
he replayed the previous happenings in his head.
' told him to get the fuck out? Why the fuck I do that?'
Cartman slowly turned around and scratched his head.

He walked up the steps slowly, now regreating what he did..
It came out of nowhere.. Like, As if something made him say it.

Cartman walked in his room completely forgetting Kenny was still here.
He found him scrapping under his bed Cartman frowned,
"Kenny?! What the fuck?!"
Kenny picked up an old plate of pizza, "How old is this?"
he asked.
Cartman examed the hard greenish color pizza.
Cartman shrugged "I dunno"
Kenny looked at it again, "Thats sick dude" he said.
Cartman frowned and laid on his bed.

Kenny picked up a few bottles from the floor.
Stan and Kyle where right, He did have a shit load of bottles in here.
"Cartman.." Kenny turned to him, looking him in the eye serriously.
Cartman looked to him.
Kenny closed his eyes and sighed, "I never thought in my life I'd ever say something like this.."
Kenny began looking down, and holding up two bottles in each hand,
"But.. Maybe you should lay off the whisk dude."

Cartman frowned, "Fuck you Kenny"
"No dude I'm serrious! My whole fucking family did it and look how we turned up!"
"Kenny. Go home." Cartman said leading Kenny to his door.
Kenny pushed against him, "look, everyone's been talking.. your not the same anymore"
Cartman stopped pushing him,
He frowned, "The fuck's that suppose to mean!?"
"Jus means.. the alcohols gettin to you dude, I'm a little worried." Kenny said putting a hand to Cartman's shoulder.
Cartman frowned and pushed Kenny's hand away, "I dont need you to be worried you asshole! I'm fucking fine!
Same as always" Cartman crossed his arms.

"Oh yeah?" Kenny crossed his arms back.
"Well, the Cartman I used to know, wouldnt rather sit in the dark alone, or hang out with his friends.
The Cartman I used to know used to laugh at people getting hurt and mock people, makeing their lives hell,
But now you dont even talk! And the Cartman I used to know.. Wouldnt tell his boyfriend to get the fuck out of his house."

Cartman's eyes were wide and pierced to Kenny's.
So were Kenny's opposed to Cartman's.
They stod in silence comepletely frozen.

A few seconds later Cartman snapped out of it, and frowned, giving Kenny one final push out
the door and slamed it behind him.
Kenny decided this was what was best.. he should leave him be.
Kenny left the house, got back on his bike and started his ride home.
When Cartman heard footsteps a few secounds later after he slammed the door on Kenny he slid against the door and put his knees
against his chest Stareing..
Then put his head down and felt tears swelling up into his eyes.
Cartman sniffled and grabbed a bottle drinking it as he sobbed and tears went down his face.
Cartman gasped for breaths as he relased the bottle with his bouth, sniffiling from silent sobs and toke another swig.

Stan sat on the couch next to his sister after dinner.
"Shelly serriously, It's my turn to watch the game"
"Watch after this."
"No! beacuse by the time it end's the show will end"
"So what? deal with it, go make out with your girlfriend or something" Shelly replied
takeing a bite out of her pizza.
Stan crossed his arms, "Shouldnt you have moved out by now?"
"Shut up you fucking shit, I'll kill you!"
Stan straightened up "Oh yeah?! I'm the quaterback of the highschool football team bitch,
You really think you can hurt me?!"
Shelly was about to replie then a
'Knock, Knock, Knock'

Came to the door.
Stan quickly got off the couch and opened it,
He saw Kyle looking down to the ground, Kyle quickly looked up to see that it
was stan then back down. "Dude.. can I talk to you?" he asked quietly.
"Sure. Sure, Come in" Stan said, immediatly stepping inside for his friend to come in.
Kyle walked in and went up the steps to Stan's room.
Stan quickly followed him, then screamed down the steps, "Shelly, I get the Tv at Ten thirty!"
"I'd like to see you try!" She yelled back.
Stan rolled his eyes and quickly got into his room with Kyle sitting on his bed looking down sadly.

'Uh oh.' was the first words that came to his mind.
'Sometjhing happened.'

Stan rushed to his friend's side and sat next to him, "Dude, What happened?"
Kyle sighed, "You were right."
Stan looked taken back and confused.
"You were right about Cartman."
Stan got it and put his hand on Kyle, "I wish I wasent" he said.

"I dont know.. It's like everytime.." Kyle paused beacuse tears ran down his cheeks
and he put his hands to his face. Stan put his arm around him comforting Kyle.
Kyle opened his eyes again sighing, trying to speak.
"Its like everythime.. I try to t-talk to him he.." Kyle stopped putting his hands to his hot forhead
while more tears streaked down.
"It's Ok Kyle" Stan held him closer.
"What happens everytime he trys to talk to you?"
"He.. he always pushes me away" Kyle said looking to him.
"H- how am I suppose to h-help him if he.." Kyle paused sniffling,
"If he wont help himself?" he finished.

Stan's mouth dropped open and he looked down.
His arm remained around Kyles.

"He.. He's gone Stan.." Kyle said,
Stan looked at him.
"he's gone and he's not comming.." Kyle paused and sniffled, wipping a tear that rolled down his check
"Back.. I lost him."

Stan lurred Kyle into a hug and Kyle tightly hugged back sobbing into Stan's shoulder.
"It's Ok Kyle.. Really.. It's Ok" Stan comforted him.

Authors note:

I was going to write more but I decided to stop there..
I warn ya, something drastic happens tomorow :D
(Well.. in the story tomorow.. and I'm writting the chapter tomorow, so
its both tomorows.. Did that make any sense? )

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