Cartman sat in the dark in his room, stareing at the bottle..
'He's right..' he thought to himself.
'I have fucking changed.'
Cartman frowned and rolled the bottle onto the floor away from him.
He knew one thing, The old him Didnt cry this much.
acctually the old him refused to cry at all.. Now it seemed like he couldnt help it.
Cartman sighed to himself.
He hated this.

A few seconds later he got to his feet and to the bathroom.
He opened his mom's meddicine Cabnit and toke a small orange bottle
out. His mom's medicine.
He looked at the bottem label.

"Warning, This perscription causes severe side effects,
Do not take when pregnent, or when operating machinery, Keep away from children.
May expierence head ache, nassusa, or drozy ness."

Cartman opened the bottle and little white pills appered inside.
He put the hole to his mouth and swung his head back takeing a gulp of
pills out his throat then slamed down the medicine and turned out the sink,
cupping water in his hands to help swollow the pills down.
He turned off the sink and looked to the mirror.
He fucking hated the guy stareing back at him.

(The next day..)

Kyle opened his eyes sleepily that morning and slowly got up from his bed.
He looked to the clock.
Great, had just enough time to get ready.
Kyle looked back to the clock and saw a picture next to it.
A picture of Him and Cartman at Cartman's house, they were on the couch and Cartman
had his hand around him, the both were smiling at the camamra.
Kyle toke the picture at store at it.
Then he sighed and put it face down on his desk, so he didnt have to look at it.
Kyle undressed for getting into the shower.
He already turned on his phone as it was charging and it vibrated.
Kyle picked up his phone and opened it,

'New message
From: Stan'

Kyle pressed open.

'Hey dude, You need a ride?'

Kyle pressed replie and texted,

'Yeah thanks. 5 min? i have to take a shower.'
few seconds later,
'K' was his responce.

Kyle hopped into the shower when he was done he got on a fresh Gray T-Shirt and some
blue jeans, then went out the door waiting for Stan to pick him up.

Kyle tried all he could to keep his mind far away as possible in his head.
He knew Stan was going to bring it up.. He just had to prepare himself.

Cartman toke a huge gulp of his RockStar energy drink and slamed it down.
It was the first morning he went without having any alcohol..
Ok, He had a few sips.
about four.. But that was atleast a record.
Cartman decided to go to school today, He's already skipped four days.
Plus, He'd rather be at school then at home.
God, he fucking hated being at home.
A part of him deep down was actually greatful though.
Beacuse Now Rick's attention went to his mom and not him.
Atleast that's different.

Plus he wanted to see Kyle.. No he HAD to see Kyle.
As he thought back on what he said.. It was really harsh.
All Kyle was trying to do was help.. though he knew he didnt need help,
It was still harsh.
Cartman knew he usually wasent one do go on about proctecting people's feelings..
But this was his boyfriend. He's all he has right now.

Cartman toke a turn on the street to his highschool then parked in the parkinglot.
He rubbed his hands nervously, he knew today was going to be strange..
Concidering what happened Yesterday and his friend's reaction that he actually came to school today.

Kyle sat in class with his hand to his head looking down at his math problem.
He smiled, He was acctually doing pretty decent.
Not many distraction, and beacuse of what happened yesterday, It was supprising.
Kyle grinned at his paper.
'Maybe today wont be such a bad day after all.'

Kyle heard a creek to the door and looked up..
'CARTMAN?!' Kyle's eyes went wide,
'He acctually came today?!'

Mrs. Stevens toke off her glasses glareing to Cartman,
"Nice of you to join us today Mr. Cartman, I've been hearing a lot
of complaints that you've been skipping."

Cartman rolled his eyes and grumbled something under his breath as he made his way to his
seat, a few seats behind Kyle, iggnoring Mrs. Stevens question.
Kyle twittled with his fingers.
'Is he really here?'

Kyle slowly glanced behind him, then right away saw Cartman eye's draw to him also.
Kyle quickly looked away.

"Oh and Eric?" Mrs. Stevens called accross the room.
This gave an excuse for Kyle to look at him and he did.
Cartman's hair was shaggy, obviously didnt brush it.
He wore a Black T-shirt, like usual and baggy pants.. the one's he's been wearing
for four days straight.

Cartman looked to Mrs. Stevens,
"I need you to stay after class so I can explain what youve missed
out on while you were.." Mrs. Stevens narrowed her eyes and smirked, "Gone." she finished.
Mrs. Stevens sat back, "Mind telling the class Why youve been gone for so long?"
"Mind telling the class why your such a bitch" Cartman grumbled under his breath,
A few snickers and silent laughing went accross the room.
"Excuse me, What was That, Mr. Cartman?" Mrs. Stevens frowned.
"Oh, nothing. Uh, yeah. I was sick" he said.
Some kids laughed at that silently as well.
"Riiiight." Mrs. Stevens nodded doubtfully.
"Now then, moving on with the lesson. The divided number -"
Mrs. Stevens went on.

Kyle felt so akward knowing Cartman was only a few desks behind him.
Kyle wanted to look at him but he faught the temptation.

- - Stan looked thoughtfully,
"I dont know.." Stan tried answering Kenny's question.
"I guess Bruce is pretty tough but we wouldnt take down Carver county
with us both on playing feild." he examed.
Kenny shrugged.

They both walked in the hallways next to eachother for their next class.
"Who are ya facing next?"
"Uh.. I think It's The cougars,"
"From Richdale?"
"Yeah, how did you know?"
Kenny grinned slyly, "I know a few cheerleaders from there."

Stan laughed and nudged his friend, "Of course you would" he teased.
They kept walking side by side accross the hallway.
Then Stan suddenly stopped.
"Dude.." Stan began.
"What?"
"Isnt that Cartman?"
Kenny looked in Stan's direction and saw Cartman at his locker shoving stuff in,
trying to make it not fall out.

"Yeah.." Kenny stared.
"The fatass actually comes to school for once" Stan observed.
"Let's go talk to him" Kenny moved forward.
Stan put a hand on his shoulder,
"You go talk to him.. Dude, this bruise is FINNALY fadding away,
I'm not talking to that fuck."

"Ok" Kenny shrugged and started walking to Cartman.
Kenny got to him, Cartman not even noticing.
He was still sighing frustrated he couldnt fit all his shit in his locker.
Cartman pushed his bag into his tiny sized Locker,
"ERRRG.." Voices came out as he pushed.
He sighed again, giving it one last push.. then he slamed his locker.
Yes. It fit.

"So.." Kenny leaned against another kid's locker.
Cartman looked to him and rolled his eyes.
He didnt want to talk to Kenny right now.. or anyone for the matter.
The urge has been fucking killing him.
He wanted to break something.
Cartman was almost pissed off, beacuse the feeling of no burning entering
him made him crazy.

"You finnaly come to school.." Kenny said, with a smirk.
Cartman glared, "Yeah? So what?"
Kenny shrugged "I dunno. Havent seen ya here in a while."
Cartman glared again and looked away, He could picture the whisky in
his head.
'One sip.. just one sip..' his mind let on.
Cartman held onto his head.
He couldnt make it.. He couldnt go through a full fucking day.

"You thought about what I said yesterday?"
Cartman turned to him, angerily,
"No I havent fucking thought about what you said yesterday!"
Cartman held his head, "GOD-DAMN IT!" He yelled, he sped to the nearest
boy's bathroom.

Stan came up behind him,
"Jesus fucking christ.. what's his deal?"
Kenny shrugged takeing a sip of his bottled coke,
"Fixation" he said simply, with a yet bored tone.
Stan raised his eyebrow, "Fixation? What's that?"
Kenny relased his lips from his pop,
"It's like a draining feeling you get inside your stomach when your addicted
to something, and you dont have it for a certain ammount of time."
Kenny said twisting the cap onto his bottle.
Stan's eye's widdened, "Jesus. Dude, He's attached THAT bad?"
Kenny turned to him, "Yea dude, He's That bad." Kenny put the bottle of coke
in Stan's hands and walked away.

Stan looked down. "How does Kyle feel right now?' he wondered.
Then he realized, Cartman had Gym with him and Kyle next piriod.
He rushed down the hall and to the locker room.

Wendy went into the bathroom.
She wanted to get this done before school started.
She looked at the tin can and sighed,
'If only I could look like those Skinny girls in magizines..'

Wendy flipped the tin open.
"What are you doing?" A voice behind her asked,
She jumped startled and the pills bounced from the tin onto the floor.
Wendy looked up and saw Bebe,
"Oh, Um Nothing" she said quickly gathering the pills up.
Bebe frowned, "What's in your hand?"
"Nothing!"
"Wendy, come on show me!"
"No!"
Bebe grabbed her friend's hand and yanked it open.
"Pills?! Diet pills!? WENDY!"
Wendy snatched her pills back, "yeah? So?"
"Wendy, your so much better then this!"
Wendy smirked, "Bebe their just diet pills, no big deal" she rolled her
eyes and was about to take one.
"No big deal?! Wendy this is a serrious deal!
You could die if you take to much of these!"
"I dont care!" she sneered back.

Bebe's frown undid herself, "Wendy.. why are you doing this?"
"Beacuse I'm ugly. You wouldnt understand, you have big breasts, a great bod,
blonde hair -"
"Wendy you are pretty!"
"No I'm not!" She yelled and exited out of the room before Bebe could speak again.

Bebe looked in the bathroom mirror,
She would have never thought Wendy would do something
like this.

Kyle felt nervous as fuck as he walked to the gym doors.
He knew he'd be seeing Cartman in a few moments.
Thoughts rushed to his mind,

'Will he talk to me?
Will he not talk to me at all?
Will he pretend I'm not even there?'

It was overwelming.
He got so used to Cartman not comming to school anymore.
Kyle swung open the door to the locker room, He headed towards the private room.
Suddenly Kyle kept someone tapping his shoulder, he turned around and saw Stan,
already dressed in his gym clothes.
"Dude, Cartman's here!"
"I know."
Stan looked confused, "How did you know?"
"I have first hour with him, remember?"
Stan thought back, "Oh yeah.."
Silence went by.
Kyle sighed, "Well.. Let's see what happens."
Stan nodded in agreement and turned around walking back to his locker.
Kyle looked forward at the door that said, "Private Room" on it.
He toke one last deep breath and walked his way forward.
He opened the door, and just as he expected, Cartman was right there, changing.
Kyle's heart pounded.

'This is going to be soo akward' he realized.
Kyle sucked it up and walked to his locker which was next to Cartman's and didnt
even aknowladge him.
Cartman was kneeled on the bench tying his shoes.
A few secounds later as Kyle got his gym shorts on, Cartman went for the door and
left for the gym.
Kyle sighed. Of course Cartman didnt talk to him, or even look at him.

"Alright Ladies!" Mr. Ryler shouted in the gym,
"Today we are going to greatbine as a group.
Move your feet left and right to avoid the orange cones.
This is a great excersize, for your balance, Orientation, and your lower calve muscles.
Now, The pussy's that misses a cone, Will be out.
Any questions?"

Noone objected.
"Alright, Now line up when I call your last name,
We'll lign up in alphabetical order of your last name"

Mr. Ryler looked at a sheet of paper and went down the gym pointing the spots and names
people should be in,

"Anderson, Addams, Boltzwel, Banks, Barker, Broflovski, Cartman, Carder.."
Mr. Ryler went on, and Kyle's eyes went wide.
'I have to Stand next to Cartman?'

He glanced at Cartman who was looking at him, then looked away when He saw
Kyle look to him.
Kyle groaned.
His whole goal for the day was to stay AWAY from Cartman.
Look's like that plan's out.
".. And Zippino" Mr. Ryler finished.
He looked up and frowned, "What are you guys all standing around for?
Get in your line"

Everyone slowly created the line.
Kyle's heart pounded,
'It's not big deal..' he told himself.
'I just have to stand by him.. no big deal at all.'

Kyle got in his spot in the line, Cartman wasent next to him yet.
Kyle turned to Chris Barker who stod next to him, "Dude can we switch spots?"
he asked quickly.
Chris frowned, "No, I'm not getting yelled at by Mr. Ryler."
Kyle rolled his eyes and looked forward.
'Fucking tard'
He thought to himself.

Then he saw Cartman walking towards him and swear his heartbeat got faster.
Cartman walked up to him, then looked forward, not paying any more mind or attention
to him. Kyle stared at him.
'Is he just going to pretend I'm not here?'

"Ok" Mr. Ryler Began.
"Now, In this line, to your right you see the cones, dodge the cones, now everyone grab onto
the person's hand next to you."
Everyone grabed hold of hands.. Except Kyle and Cartman.
Kyle looked to Cartman nervously, and Cartman looked at him and rolled his eyes and held onto his hand.
Kyle's heart jumped at the touch Cartman's his hand, 'Oh my god..'

"Good, now greatbind to your right, Whoever falls, is out.
Ready? Go"

Suddenly Kyle felt himself being yanked to his right, as everyone else ran sideways to the pine cones.
They dodged the cones, Left, right, left, right..
Then Kyle felt a feeling..
He missed holding Cartman's hand.
Left, right, left right, he dodged with his feet, as did Cartman beside him.
The touch Of Cartman's fingertips.. Kyle missed his touch.
Then all the sudden his leg slipped and "WAM!" onto the floor.
Kyle tripped on the next cone.

"Broflovski is out!" Mr. Ryler called and the line of guys stopped great binding.
Kyle regreated this, 'DAMN STUPID CONE' he wanted to yell.

Kyle didnt want Cartman to let go.. Kyle wished Cartman's hand wouldnt let go..
But it did.
"To the bench Broflovski!" Mr. Ryler yelled.
Kyle looked down and walked slowly over to the bench.
"Ready? Go!" Mr. Ryler announced and the guys started great binding back, forth, left and right again.
Kyle watched as they great binded, It wasent long till another guy tripped and sat on the bench.

Cartman thanked god gym was over.
Gym wasent for people like him.
Fast movements like that were not meant for the human body.
Cartman tolled a towl from the locker room and rubbed it against his brown hair,
and wipping the sweat off his forehead.
There was one thing Cartman hated to addmit.. It felt kind of Nice holding Kyle's small hand again.
Cartman laughed a little at his own thoughts, Compared to his, Kyle had 'scrawny fingers' he liked to call them.
Cartman kept walking and swung open the door to the 'Private room'

Kyle looked up at him, then looked back to his shoes, takeing his Gym ones off.
Cartman opened his locker and toke out a clean shirt, takeing his off, applying deoderant, then pulling a new one
back on.

"Good job.."
Cartman looked down, "What?"
"Good job" Kyle repeated
"On the whole, greatbind thing"
"Oh.. yeah.."
Kyle nodded and went back to tieing his shoe.

Cartman toke out his bag and slamed it onto the ground hearing something pop out,
but he was to buzy putting on his jeans to notice.
Kyle heard somthing that dropped to the floor and looked.
Cartman's bag was open, and pills, popped out.
Kyle frowned and picked it up.
"What's this?" He asked sternly to Cartman.
Cartman turned to see what he was talking about and his eye widdened,
"Where did you find those?"
"Your bag was open R-Tard! They fell out!"
Cartman frowned and snatched the pills from Kyle's bag.
"Their nothing" he sneered and grabbed his bag and swung open the door.
Kyle quickly grabbed his bag from the ground, slamming his locker shit and went after him.

He caught him in the hallways,
"What are the pills for Cartman?" He asked.
"Nothing! Fuck Jew, I said NOTHING!" He yelled still walking.
Kyle walked infront of him,
"Well their for something!
Cartman Damn it! You gotta stop doing this shit!"

Cartman's fists tightened
"tell me what do do again and I'll rip your nuts off"
"Cartman I'm serrious!"

"BRRRIIIIIIIINGGG"
The bell rang for the end of school.
Cartman glared at Kyle and started walking to the doors,
Kyle followed him.

"Cartman, I think You just need some help"
Cartman turned extreamily annoyed and pissed off,
Partly beacuse of Kyle's nagging, and partly beacuse the fucking feeling wont
leave him the hell alone!

"I DONT NEED FUCKING HELP!"
"Yes, You do. and It's Ok, I'll help you -"
Kyle continued and put his hand on Cartman's shoulder.
Cartman pushed it away,
"I dont need help!" He repeated again
feeling rage building up.
"Please, Just -"
BAM!

Kyle fell back to the ground.
Cartman's eyes widdened and he put his hands to his mouth.
'I just punched him?!'

"Fuck.. Kahl, I am so sor-" Cartman leaned it trying to
lift Kyle up,
"Get the fuck away from me!" Kyle yelled backing up from Cartman when
he stepped forward.
"I, I didnt mean too-"
"Just get the fuck away!" Kyle yelled
Cartman stared at him.. He hit him?
How could he?
He couldnt fucking believe himself.
It just happened.
Cartman store down at Kyle's wattery eyes and now a red mark printed on the side
of his face.. That's going bruise.

"Fuck.." Cartman whispered.

Kyle wanted to burst out in tears,
Cartman hit him! He just fucking hit him!

Cartman toke a step back, turned around walked away.
Kyle watched him walk away as his vision became more blurry with each
second was filling his eyes with tears.

Kyle remained in the snow, and put his handsto his legs and head to his
knees and let hot tears stream down his face.
'He just hit me..'

Authors Note:

Ok, I know that was short as fuck, but
I always pictured me ending the chapter like that.
The next chap will be big too.
Hope you enjoyed this chap.. execept for the whole
getting punched thing.
Anyway, REVIEWERS ARE MUCH APPRECIATED!!
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Please?
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