The hardest part for Kyle was having to sit in the same room as Cartman.
Just knowing he was a few seats away made his body cringe.
'Why did he have to come to school today?!' He thought angerily.
'He was doing just fine not comming to school, and now he decides to come after we just break up?!
What's his problem?!' He was irritaded that of all times Cartman skipped school why did he pick
TODAY to come. Today he deffinently didnt want to see him.
He was angry at himself that Cartman made him cry so easily. Espeshily last night.
Just all the memories and all the fucking shit he's had to put up with just to be with him..
He still couldnt fucking believe it was over.
Kyle tried keeping his focous on the paper they were suppose to be writting,
Something about New england's culture, but he couldnt fucking foucus.
All that kept his mind was knowing Eric Cartman was a few seats away from him..
A few seats away.
Kyle straightened up trying to reposition himself in his seat.
'Stop thinking of him Kyle. Stop fucking thinking about it' he told himself.
Kyle put his head in his hand and tried for whole minneute to pay attention without thinking about it anymore..
But he couldnt resist.
His eyes slowly wandered accross from Craigs Desk, To samanthas, To Cartmans..
Who's brown eyes were stareing back at him.
Cartman caught Kyle catching him and quickly looked away, hopeing he didnt see him looking at him,
and pretending to be really focusing on his writting.

Kyle felt like his heart jumped into his throat when he quickly looked away at the same time Cartman did.
'Was he just looking at me?' he asked himself.
Kyle glanced at Cartman one more time who was looking down at his paper, in deep thought.
Kyle looked back to his. 'No, I must have imagined it.'

**********

After the bell rang for next piriod everyone got up from their seats and started for the door.
Kyle was practically out the minneute it rang.
He didnt want their to be any chance of him bumping into Cartman accidently at all.
And just looking at him wasent helping the sittuation.
Kyle quickly got to his locker and typed in the combination lock opening it.
Kyle sighed, 'a few more hours, then I can go home, and not see him anymore' he reminded himself.
"Hey" Kyle jumped at the voice, then turned and saw Stan.
"Hey" he answered.

Stan leaned against the locker next to Kyle.. Kyle was frustrated. He could tell.
He was always fidity, and jumpy and had this irritaded look on his face when he was, and he had all three.
Stan toke it, Cartman was in his first piriod.
Stan sighed, "How was class?"
Kyle slightly paused putting his book in his locker, then continued, "Terrible" he answered
not looking away from his locker.
Kyle slammed it then turned to Stan.
"I cant fucking take it Stan! I cant be in the same room as that asshole!"
"Kyle dont worry, you only have one more class with him."
"Two" Kyle corrected.
"Two?"
"Yeah he's in my math class too remember?"
"Oh yeah.. well anyway, two classes. Then thats it, then you dont have to look at him."
Kyle rolled his eyes, "Yeah until tomorow."
Stan frowned, "Dude fuck tomorow, just worry about getting through today.
And if he had the balls to come to school after you guys recently broke up,
You should have the balls to face him. You dont want him to think your so upset by the break up
your avoiding him right?"

Kyle thought about this.. "Yeah.. Yeah, your right Stan"
Kyle smiled.
"Your right"
Stan smiled and put a hand on his shoulder, "two more classes"
Kyle grinned "Thanks"
Stan nodded and started walking away.
Kyle's smile never left. He was so glad Stan could always make him feel better about things.
Kyle straightened up feeling a brand new boost of confidence and started walking for his next class.
"- Bandage and your lip?"
"NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BEEZWAX ASSHOLE!"
Kyle quickly turned to the voice of his exboyfriend down the hall.

"Jeez, sorry Just asking. take a chill pill" Alex whipner frowned and put up his hands in deffence.
"Spaz" He said turning away.
Cartman grabbed the kid from the back and slammed him against a locker,
"I'm not a fucking spaz!" Cartman kicked the locker next to Alex that made Alex jump and left
a dent in the locker. Cartman let go of the kid and walked gruffly down the hallway.
Kyle stared at him.. "Jesus.." he whispered to himself.
Kyle slowly started walking again to his next piriod looking down to the ground.
Atleast this next class he didnt have with him.`

The bell rang after science and Kyle grabbed his stuff and started for the door.
He sighed, knowing the next class he had with Cartman. 'Great.' he murred sarcastically.
He paused an wondered. 'How come everything I've thought about today has always had something to do
with Cartman?' he rolled his eyes.
'So much for focusing on schoolwork' He hoped his grades wouldnt suffer for this.
He didnt think about him THIS much even when they were dateing!
Kyle grunted down the hallway. 'Just forget about it' he told himself.
Then suddenly he saw Cartman turn and start heading towards where he was.
Kyle stopped his his tracks stareing at his back, then breifly turned around and started walking the other way.
No way he was going to pass Cartman, no fucking way.
'How come everywhere I turn he's there?! He fucking shows up everywhere today!' Kyle huffed and started walking to Stan's locker.
He was just going to his locker to his his math book, and put his science stuff away, but there's probably an extra math book in class,
and he can take his science stuff with him.
"hey" Kyle said glumly, to Stan.
Stan looked to him. "Hey"
Kyle let himself fall back on the locker next to him.
"That bad?"
Kyle nodded.
"Did he -"
"I dont want to talk about it" Kyle interupted.
Stan nodded respectivly.

Stan looked back into his locker and looked at the picture with Wendy in it.
That reminds him..
"Kyle, can you come with me after school to the hospital.. to see Wendy?"
Kyle looked up and widened his eyes, He completely forgot Wendy was in the hospital!
How could he forget?! I mean, besides the fact his mind has pathetically been thinking about
his Ex-Boyfriend sense the moment he woke up.
"Yeah, Yeah of course dude!"
"Thanks"
Stan put one more book in his locker.
"I know this sounds kind of pathetic but.. I didnt want to go alone."
Kyle grinned, He knew how much Stan hated hospitals.
"Yeah, It's cool."
Kyle started to feel bad.. All this time he's been thinking about who-know-who and he didnt bother
asking Stan about Wendy! Stan's going through a hard time too.. Was he self centered much?
"She'll be happy to see you" Kyle said suddenly trying to clear his concious.

Stan smiled, "Thanks. I hope so. I just.." Stan closed his locker,
"Dont want her doing that to herself anymore.
I dont get it, I think shes beautiful and she doesnt believe me."
Kyle nooded his head.
Stan sighed, and looked up to Kyle, "The bell's almost going to ring.. See ya at lunch."
Kyle forced a small smile, "See ya."
As Stan started walking away Kyle closed his eyes looking to the ground.
He did NOT want to see Cartman in his next class.. but he knew he had too.
'Just get it over with' he told himself, walking down the hall.

It wasent easy iggnoreing Cartman in class.
It wasent that he was really doing anything or makieng a distraction..
It was just him being there.
Kyle kept feelig betrayed by himself that he kept glanceing over in his direction.
But.. another part of him felt like he couldnt help it.
Everytime he looked at him though he felt like running out of the classroom, crying.
A little part of him believed he acctually would eventually and praised moses he made it through
the whole class without doing so.
Was it really his fault that everytime he looked to him he wanted to Cry, That Cartman made his heart ache?
Or that he wanted to punch him. scream and yell at him for doing this, or just kiss him and hold him close?
He felt all these things. All he knew was that he missed him.. so much.
And it hasent even been a week yet.
Seeing him in the halls and knowing he cant walk to his locker and kiss him, like he has the past two years
kills him. He just has to walk past and neither of them glancing at eachother in fear the other might catch them.

Kyle walked and slammed his tray down next to Stan, and frustratedly put his hand to head, looking down
at the trey like he hated it. Stan stared at him.. Stan watched him as Kyle slowly picked up a fork and jamed it
into his vegies. He wasent even going to make any comments.
"Did you have your science test today?" Stan asked, trying to clear the tension in the air.
Kyle looked to him, "No.. were having it next week."
"Oh.. were had it today."
Kyle paused, "You think you did good?"
Stan shrugged "I hope."

Kyle made a small smile then looked back down to his food.
Stan looked to his left and saw Half of Kenny smokeing outside.
"Asshole" he murmered.
Kyle looked up, "What?"
"Oh, Nothing." Stan said quickly.
He promised himself he wouldnt bring anything up to Kyle that involved Cartman.
Kyle straightened up, "No, What? Who's an asshole?"
Stan shrugged looking back to his food "Kenny"
Kyle raised his eyebrow "Why?
Stan shrugged again, "I dont know.. We've just been fighting a lot lately."
Kyle paused again and blinked. "Why?"
"Nothing, Nevermind" Stan said quickly, looking back to his food.
"GOD DAMN IT WHAT?!"
Stan glared, Kyle can be so god damn stubborn sometimes.
"Well.. It has something to do with.. you know who"

Kyle thought for a minneute confused, then closed his eyes annoyed when he figgured out who he was
talking about and sighed. "Just tell me" Kyle said flat, with his eyes still closed.
Stan looked down, "I just cant believe Kenny still hangs out with that asshole"
Kyle opened his eyes, "Why?"
"I dont know.. After what he did to you, I'd think we'd all hate him"
Kyle shrugged looked at his plate moving his spaggetti around,
"Well, they are friends too right?"
Stan frowned and put his hand to his head, "I guess."
Inside Kyle was secretly a little disturbed Kenny is takeing his side after all this..
But then again, Kenny's not going against him either.
He's not on either of their sides.. but He was Cartman's friend too.

"-And after all the shit I've done, I'm still not using fucking heroine"
Kenny finished.
Cartman rolled his eyes and flicced ash.
As if he needs a lecture from Kenny, The school whore and king of drugs for that fact.
"Why the fuck do you care anyway?" Cartman narrowed his eyes to him.
Kenny shrugged, "Half my family does that shit and most of them died"
Cartman scoffed and rolled his eyes takeing another drag.
"And the others spend most their time figgureing how to get it, and if you keep doing this,
youll get addicted to this shit too, and most your life is going to fucking depend on it"
Cartman glared in fury, "Dont tell me how to live my fucking life Kenny"
Kenny nodded his head looking away.
A few moments of silence as Kenny toke a drag of his ciggerate.
"How's Kahl?"
Kenny moved his head towards him with wide eyes supprised he asked.
Kenny looked down flicking his ash and looked back up to him.
"Bad."
Cartman looked down.
Kenny could swear he almost saw.. Guilt?
He never saw that look on Cartman before.. he look's like he almost feels bad.
'No. This is Eric Cartman were talking about. He's never felt bad about anything in his life.'
Kenny reminded himself.
Cartman looked to him again "How bad?"
Kenny looked up and frowned in shock.
"Uh... really Bad Cartman."
'Theres that look again!' Kenny's caught.
Then instantly as it came, Cartman shoke his head and nodded looking away.
"He really misses you dude.." Kenny spoke without thinking, then regreated it. Kyle would kill him if he heard him tell Cartman that.
Cartman looked at him, then flicced his ash, not saying a word.
Silence toke over.

"You goin to the valentines day dance tomorow?" Kenny asked randomly, wanting to clear the akwardness, though he knew Cartman's answer.
Cartman looked to him and and scoffed, "Fuck no! Those things are so fucking faggy"
Kenny shrugged. Typical Cartman responce.
"You?" Cartman asked throwing out his cig.
Kenny shrugged, "I might, I dunno"
Kenny suddenly looked to the bandage, "are they healing?"
Cartman looked to bandage were Kenny's eyes stod,
"Not really.. few scars"
Kenny nodded.

"BRIIIIING!" the bell went off for next piriod.
"Catch ya later" Kenny walked off.
As Kenny walked off, Cartman sighed.
He missed Kyle.. he really did.
In class he couldnt stop stareing at him, and his perfect green T-shirt, and perfect red Hair
and his curls as they fell onto his face when he sat up.
Cartman fucking cursed himself for stareing so much.. Ex Boyfriend.
He hated that word so much.

Cartman put his fingers through his hair and walked into school where kids were already heading for class.
Cartman glared at the thought of remembering he had Class his next two classes.
'Great' he muttered under his breath.
Cartman turned the corner then suddenly some dumbass crashed into him walking the other way and
Cartman fell backwords as the idiots books flew onto the ground.
Cartman frowned angerly and tried getting back on his feet, "WATCH WHERE YOUR GOING YOU FUCKING-"
Cartman paused when he noticed the guy picking up his books then stod up.
Kyle.
Kyle's eyes widdened and he stopped breathing.
"Uh.." was all his words he could muster.
They stod silent a few moments, then Cartman quickly turned around and went down the hallway in the differnt direction.

Kyle scrunched his red hair in his hands as he sat in class.
He couldnt believe how fucking weird that was.. out of ALL the people in this fucking school and he
just so happened to bump into Eric fucking Cartman.
Just his luck.
'God hates me' he scrunched.
It also didnt help Cartman was in here.. Thank god he was seats infront of him.
He couldnt handle Cartman looking at him again.
'Just focus on the people' he tried concentrateing, which wasent working.
The class were suppose to go around giving speaches about your oppinion on the Economy and what we should do to change
it and make it better.. fucking lame.

"- And that's why we should all pick up trash" Josh Carter ended.
Mrs. Moore smiled, "Good job josh"
Josh smiled and walked his way back to his desk.
"Now remember everyone, to take notes on the speaker and pay attention to what their saying,
Then write down some improvments if needed, or that they did well." She smiled,
"Also It'll help me grade you on your attention span, If your paying close attention to the speaker,
I'll mark you for extra credit."

Some kids nodded.
Kyle shrugged, 'That cant be hard'

"Now lets see.." Mrs. Moore looked around the class room, her eyes landed on Eric Cartman who was doodleing something
on a piece of paper. Mrs. Moore frowned, She was never too fond of him.
She walked up to his desk, and he didnt notice, as he continued drawing whatever he was Drawing.
"Uh- Em" Mrs. Moore cleared her throat.
Cartman didnt notice, all eyes were on him, as Mrs. Moore stared down at him.
Mrs. Moore glared getting frustrated and put a finger down on the paper Cartman was doodleing on,
Cartman looked up to her.
"Eric, Do you mind paying attention in my class?"
Cartman rolled his eyes, "Yeah."
"Well Ok then. Please put the drawing away and pay attention."
Cartman glared and narrowed his eyes, "I was paying attention."
"Oh, well in that case why dont you go next?" Mrs. Moore smiled deviously.
Cartman looked around the class nervously, then shrugged and toke out his folder looking through it."
Mrs. Moore tapped her foot impatiently, "Were waiting"
Cartman frowned, "Hold on a second!" He went through his folder, but no paper.
Maybe he didnt do it?
"Eric?" Mrs. Moore pressed.
Cartman glared and got up from his seat and to the front of the classroom.
Mrs. Moore raised en eyebrow, "Your suppose to have a written report on the presentation"
"I know, but I dont need one.. I got it all up here" Cartman pointed to his head.
"Oh really?" Mrs. Moore smirked and crossed her arms amused.
"Well then lets hear it" she couldnt wait to hear this.

Cartman cleared his throat and kept glanceing around,
He wasent listening at all.. what the fuck should he say?! He didnt do that dumb thing!
"Well um.. Mrs. Moore.. Fellow students" Cartman cleared his throat again, stalling.
His mind raced as he tried thinking of a topic for the dumb hippy earth crap.
Then it hit him and he grinned.

"Well My opinion for the economy and earth system is that people are very unwilling to help our planet,
And by this I mean smokeing, littering, and throwing plastic and such to waste when clearly they can still be used"
"Dont you smoke?" Clyde inturputed.
Cartman gave him an evil stare, "Shut up Clyde" he said firmly.
Clyde rolled his eyes, and Cartman caught a glance of Kyle in the back.. Stareing at him..
His emerald eyes looking back at him, and his position.. he looked so comforted in his seat.
Cartman felt a sudden urge to march over there and kiss him..
"Eric Cartman?" Mrs. Moore asked, from the sudden silence.
Cartman snapped out of it and shoke his head,
'FUCK! Was I stareing?!'
Cartman put his hand through his hair as he always did when he was nervous.
"Um.. and simply beacuse of this you ask yourself.. why is the world like what it is today?
Well I'll tell you why, beacuse the economy doesnt -"

Cartman went on and Kyle kept stareing.
He knows Cartman give a fuck about this assignment, and didnt do it.
but.. He's speaking like he's been working on it for weeks.
Kyle looked away, Cartman was naturally good at speaking publically and convincing people
into things. He could be a good lawyer.
It was a talent Kyle both hated and loved about him.
Kyle looked back to Cartman who was still jabbering on, while Mrs. Moore had an impressed look on her face.
Kyle rolled his eyes and groaned. He was forced to watch his exboyfriend with whom he has been trying to avoid this
whole day and be forced to hear his voice and look into his dark chocolate brown eyes and hair, and his facial expressions.
He couldnt take it.. he didnt want to be here anymore.
It was just too much.
How could he sit here and being forced to look at him?!
Kyle suddenly got up from his seat, and Cartman paused as Everyone looked to Kyle wondering what he was doing.
Kyle walked for the door. "Kyle?" Mrs. Moore called, Kyle shut the door behind him and started for the hall.
He didnt give a fuck that he had just left class.
He'll get yelled at for it later, right now he just REALLY didnt want to see Cartman.
God it makes him fucking crazy.
How bad is it to want to cry when you look at someone then be forced to look at that person.
It just.. Hurt.

Kyle got to the bathroom and cupped water into his hands and splashed it in his face a few times, then grabbed a paper
towl beside him and rubbed his face. He looked up into the mirror then back to the sink and sighed.

"BRRIIIIIIING"
Kyle closed his eyes, "Finnaly"
He's been in this bathroom for an hour straight waiting for his next class to end.. Gym.
He couldnt fucking go, Seeing Cartman alone was a strugle.. having to see Naked Cartman in the private
room would be so much fucking worse.
Kyle got to his feet and came out from the bathroom.
He squeezed through the people pushing him out of the way and crowding him.
Kyle groaned, 'I hate being short'
Kyle finnaly got to his locker and put in the combonation.
"Hey dude" Kyle startled and jumped.
STan smirked, "You ok? You've done that twice today."
"Fine, Stan" he said flat.
A moment of silence went by as Kyle was takeing out his bookbag.
"So, why werent you at gym?"
Kyle scoffed. "Why do you think?"
Stan looked down and nodded, didnt even need to ask on that one.
Kyle slammed his locker shut,
"Your still comming with to see Wendy right?"
"Yeah dude" Kyle said walking with him.
Stan smiled, "Kay good. The doctor said she's able to have visitors today"
"Sweet"

"Uh.. Kyle?"
Kyle looked infront of him.
There stod a smiling Bebe.
Kyle wanted to roll his eyes but that would seem rude.
'What does she want now?'
"Yeah?"
"Um.. So I heard you broke up with your boyfriend.."
Kyle wanted to slap his hand to his face.
"And I was thinking maybe . ."
"Bebe" Stan said, she looked to him.
He nodded his head, "Not now" he mouthed.
Bebe cocked her head in confusion, then her eyes lightened.
"Ohh your still getting over the break up. Well, when its over you can get my number
from Wendy, Right Stan?"
Stan grimaced when she looked at him. uhh.. the last thing Kyle needs is to be reminded and hit on.
"Uh, yeah. sure bebe"
"Thank you" she smiled, then walked her own way.

"Jesus christ" Kyle nodded.
"Sorry dude" Stan half laughed.
Kyle looked down, Stan could tell he was thinking about Cartman.
He always made that sad, im deppressed my life is over look when he thinks about him now.
"So um.. Just take it as a compliment" Stan smiled, trying to take Kyle's mind off it.
Kyle rolled his eyes, "Yeah if it was a hott guy. dude, I'm gay"
Stan smiled, "Yeah and we told her that how many times?"
Kyle grinned.. it only lasted a few seconds then Kyle's mind wandered back to Cartman..
He hated his mind.

"You know I bumped into Cartman today" He said.
Stan raised an eyebrow, "Bumped into him?"
"Well.. yeah. on accident. I was walking around the corner and he was walking a diffrent way and
we crashed into eachother."
Stan stayed silent a long time. "Woah" he finnaly said.
Kyle frowned, "I know! Out of ALL people right?!"
"Well.. did he say anything to you?"
Kyle shrugged, "He was being a dick, then once he saw it was me he stopped talking then
walked off."
"Wow"
"Yeah."

They got to Stan's car and got inside, as Stan pulled out from the driveway of the school.
Kyle made sure not to talk much about how Wendy's doing.. seeing it made him uncomfortable.
"No school tomorow" Stan said out of nowhere.
Kyle looked at him, "What?"
"Holiday. Mr. Ryler said in P.E that everyone in their last class got let known theres no school tomorow."
"For valentines day? That's never happened before"
"I know."
Stan toke a turn, "Were here" he announced as he pulled into the hospital driveway.
They got out and headed for the doors.
"How long did you stay yesterday?" Kyle asked, not really careing, but Stan was makeing a sickning
look when he walked towards the hospital.. Kyle wanted to change the subject.

"Uh.. four hours."
Kyle's eyes went wide, "Four hours?! Dude!"
"I know. My mom spazzed out about it"
'Spazed out.. spazed out.. where did I hear that before?' Then it clicked in his memory.
"Dude.. Cartman was beating up some kid in the locker bank this morning"
The electic doors swung open and the smell of a dentists office and fresh cleaner filled their nostrols along with talking
and beeping sounds.
"He was?! Why?!"
Kyle shrugged as they walked towards the front.
"I dont know.. I think a freshman asked him about his arm and lip and Cartman freaked out, the kid called him a spaz
Then Cartman threw him against the locker"
"Dude!"
"I know."
Stan thought a moment,
"Acctually I'm not supprised, Remember the dance and what he did to me?"
Kyle thought back. "Yeah.." he said quietly.
Stan looked down, regreating he brought it up.
Then he remembered it was Kyle who always brung Cartman up.. Stan thought he didnt want to hear about him?
Stan put his hands on the front desk.
"Here for Wendy testaburger"
The lady was the same lady from yesterday.
She glanced him and gave him an annoyed glare and typed something into the computer.
"Room 210"
"Thanks" They started down the hospital hallways.

Stan rolled his eyes "That lady's a bitch."
"Huh?"
"We had her yesterday. She's a bitch"
Kyle laughed, "She looks like a bitch."
Stan laughed, "A fat bitch"
They laughed together and found wondered down the hall.
"Door 207, 208, 209, 210" Stan and Kyle stopped at the doorway.
And opened it.

they walked in and saw a white curtain.
Stan pulled the curtain out of the way and saw Wendy in the bed,
Her hair down and tangled, and a breathing tube in both nostrols.
She was sleeping.

"Damn.." was all Stan could make out.
Kyle stared down at her.
'Beep, Beep Beep' the machine jected.

"All this for pills and not eating?"
"Yup" Stan answered.

'Beep, Beep, Beep'
"What do we do now?"
Stan stared, "I guess we just.. wait till she wakes up" Stan said moving
backwards till his back hit the wall.

'Beep.. Beep.. Beep'

Kyle looked to his watch and sighed.
They've been here for two hours.
'Beep, beep, beep, beep'

Kyle looked to his watch again.
His mom's going to wonder where he is.. and he forgot his fucking cellphone,
Not like that was an excuse, he could use Stan's but atleast he had an excuse.
All he wanted was to crawl into his bed and cry in his pillow.
The whole Cartman thing.. He couldnt get over it.
He missed him SO much.
'Beep, beep, beep'

Kyle looked to Stan who was stareing at Wendy intensivly,
"Look dude, Sorry But I gotta go home. My parents are going to be wondering where I am."
Stan looked to him, "Thats Ok dude. Thanks for comming"
Kyle smiled, "No problem" Kyle got up and made his way out of the room.
The hospital was close to his house so he didnt have a problem with walking.
Stan sighed, 'come on Wendy, Wake up. Please wake up.'

*****

It's been a half hour sense Kyle left and Stan still sat their waiting.
He wanted to kill that fucking machine, he was sick of the beeping noises.
Suddenly Wendy turned in her sleep and Stan sat up straight.
Wendy slowly opened her eyes, she knew she was at the hospital. She woke up earlier
this morning. "Stan?" She asked, trying to make out the blurry image.
Suddenly the image got closer and held her hand "Yeah?" It said.
Wendy blinked and saw Her boyfriend clearly, "How are you?" he asked gently.
Wendy shuffled in her bed a bit, "Fine. a little woozy but fine."
Stan suddenly looked down. Wendy knew that look. Disapointment.
"Stan, I'm sorry" she whispered.
Stan glanced to her, "You told me you were eating now."
"I know, I know I just.. I dont know.. Alison offered me a few diet pills and I toke
them beacuse.. well.. beacuse Im stupid! and the pills wouldnt work if I had food and -"
Wendy's eyes became wattery as she tried to explain and Stan interupted her with a hug and
Wendy stopped, and hugged him back. "I really am sorry" She said.
Stan released the hug and looked into her eyes, "Promise me you wont do it again"
It toke a mer second then Wendy smiled "I promise" she said, And this time, she meant it.
Stan smiled and toke her hand and kissed it.

"I get to go home tomorow" she smiled.
"Really?!" Stan's eyes lit up.
"Yeah, but I have to take some medication but other then that I'll be fine."
"So.. Do you want to go to the dance?"
"The dance?"
"The valentines day dance.. tomorow remember? No school tomorow but at 6:30 if you pay five
dollars we can go"
Wendy smiled, "I'd love too"
Stan grinned back.

Wendy suddenly looked down, "Poor Kyle."
Stan cocked his head, "Huh?"
Wendy looked up to him, "Well you know, It being valentines day and all, and all the love
and hearts stuff.. I feel bad, He's still not over Cartman, and this holiday will make it worse."
Stan nodded, "That's what Ive been thinking too.. also, Its not just the lovey dovy stuff and I'm worried
about him"
"Why what else is there? and why are you worried?"
Stan sighed, "Valentines day.. two years ago was the day Cartman and Kyle became a couple."
Wendy's eyes widdened, "Oh.."
A silence toke over.
"I hope he'll be ok" Wendy said silently.
"Yeah.. Me too."

Cartman toke another swig of his whisky.
Thank fucking god the day was over.. he couldnt take looking at Kyle anymore.
Serriously, everywhere he went that jew was fucking there!
He even fucking bumped into him and had him for classes..
Except Kyle walked out on one class when he was giving his speach about the economy and earth and shit.
Cartman rolled his eyes and toke another drink.
Hopefully if he drinks enough tonight he can get his fucking mind off him.
"Stupid jew.." He slurred,
"With his stupid eyes and stupid ginger hair and his stupid fucking plain clothes."
Cartman glared, he never thought he would ever hate himself.. until now. Now he did.
"Fuck.. Bucket" he said a loud, stumbling to his feet trying to get to his closet, misserably failing and falling down.
He tried getting up again but his fucking vision was screwed up he couldnt see anything.
Cartman then collapsed on the floor and threw up.
He let it out then stared at his puke. "God damn it" he muttered getting back onto his feet, swinging open the
closet door and grabbed his bucket on the top shelf.
The bucket he used for barfing just in case.
He was a strong drinker but most nights.. he drank way too fucking much.
As he grabbed the bucket something fell out, he looked and it was.. Kyle's hat.
Kyle's old hat. Cartman frowned picking it up, then undid his frown.
His little jew hat.. A ursha or whatever the fuck its called.
Cartman hold onto the green fabric and softness on the inside. Kyle used to wear this hat all the time when they were younger.
Then it hit him.
They were tweelve and Cartman knew it really pissed Kyle off Takeing off his hat so he toke it and ran off,
never giving it back. Kyle bought a new one that looked just like it but stopped wearing at the end of when he was thirteen.
Cartman sighed rolling his finger over the hat.
He sickened himself remembering how many nights he would hold this hat at night when he secretly had a crush on him.
He slept with this hat instead of Clyde frog.
Cartman sighed, rolling his eyes and tossed the green hat onto the floor.
He looked up and saw a box, he knew that box.
"The memory box" he called it.
That must have been how the hat fell down.

Cartman toke down the box and set it onto the ground.
Kyle's stuff.. like, a couple's memorial box.
Cartman toke out the first thing, that was a walmarts folder from pictures, he opened it and toke
out pictures they toke together.
look about sixteen in these pictures, so last year.
He flipped through the pics from a pic of makeing out on Kyle's bed, they both looked angry beacuse Kenny
opened the door and shot it without permission.
He flipped it, The next pic of all of them, Kenny, Stan, him and Kyle eating at shakeys in a both with his arm around Kyle.
And a copy of the pic in his wallet.. That reminded him.
Cartman went to his drawer toke out his wallet and toke the picture out, he didnt want to be reminded.
Now that he thought about it it probably wasent the best Idea to be going through these things sense they broke up.
Cartrman wandered accross the room, setting the pictures aside, looking through more of it anyway.
He picked up a rainbow braclet him and Kyle bought two for each at the gay pride fair.
and a tin box.
Cartman picked up the tin box, he forgot what he put inside it.
He opened it and out sprang a dozen of folded notes.
Cartman's eyes went wide with memory, now he remembered putting those inside.

He picked up one note.

' Cartman, please be nice to my mom, I want this to work'
Cartman recognized his scribbly writting next.
'But she hates me'
'I know but just try'

Cartman made a small laugh at this one and tossed it aside.
Why did he keep that note anyway?
Cartman went through more notes then noticed at the top they had dates on them,
So he spread the notes accross his floor and picked up the latest note he got.
9th grade, Dec. 21, 'Beacuse we hate you. your not comming Cartman, I'm not changeing my mind'
Cartman frowned, "Why the hell did I keep this?" he asked himself out loud,
remembering Kyle's birthday was comming up.. which he did end up going to.

Cartman picked up next note, 9th grade, Dec. 23,
'That's not my fault you fucking fat ass!
and were partners on the science project so lets meet at my house
tonight. And bring your own fucking food, Im not having a repeat of last time."
Cartman smiled, he remembered him and Kyle used to fight ALL the time,
Between jew, he'd always call him a fatass and so on.
Never would have guessed they'd get intamite a few years later.

Cartman picked up the next note, 9th grade, Jan 3,
'Cartman, why the hell did you kiss me last night?'

Next note,
9th grade Jan. 3,
'Cartman! fucking answer me! Why did you kiss me?!'

9th grade Jan. 3,
'Yes you did! God Damnit Cartman! Why are you not answering me!?'
Cartman smirked and skipped to Febuary

9th grade feb 12,
'Dude.. did you mean what you said on thursday?'

9th grade feb 12,
'You never want to talk about it. '

9th grade feb 12,
'Uh.. I dont know.. I have to think about this.'

next note was from febuary 14.. the day they got together.
Cartman paused before opening it, then slowly undid the note.

9th grade, feb 14
'Yeah its weird to me too.. but it feels right :)
Who cares what they think.'

9th grade feb 14
'I am too.. ily g2g'

Cartman put down the notes.
He sighed, he should have listened to his concious and not read these fucking things.
He grabed the papers and shoved them back into the box and threw it in his closet.
He put his hands to his head.. he really fucking missed him.
He missed those days, and throwing Kyle onto his bed kissing him deeply, and forcing on his lap when they watch
Tv and laugh When Kyle gets all pissed off about it. He hated when he did that. Claimed it was 'Fucking girly' which it was,
but funny.
He missed putting his hair through Kyle's curls and hearing his voice..
"Ah" Cartman groaned and forced himself to stop right there.
He looked to the half full bottle on the side of him and grasped it, thowing it against the wall and the alcohol and glass shadered
accross his room.

Authors Note:
Awesome, Done :)
Long but I liked how it turned out.
Today was just a writting day for me I guess.
Anyways, reviewers, your oppinion would be awesome,
So I know im going in the right direction in makeing a good story..
And I love you guyss!!!

Write next chap soon!