Looking at the clock.. it was 2:24 AM.
Kenny looked back at Cartman and sighed irritated, Cartman's been here all night.

Cartman breathed hard as he slamed the sixth bottle onto the table, trying to catch his breath from forcing it all down.
Kenny sat accross from him with his arms crossed with his eyebrow raised stareing at Cartman finishing it.
"You done?"
Cartman slowly looked up to him then back down, "Yeah. Thanks"
Kenny grabbed the empty bottle's and walked to the sink to rinseing them out then throwing them in the waste.
"Cartman, Let me ask you a question" Kenny said as he opened his cabnit to throw the bottle's away.
Cartman didnt look up from the table. "Hm?" he mummbled.
"Why do I live here?"
Cartman looked up to him and raised his eyebrow as if it was the most stupidest thing he'd ever heard.
"Beacuse your parents are poor as hell."
Kenny crossed his arms, "Yeah. and why are they poor as hell?"
Cartman concidered this for a moment and then got it and rolled his eyes.
"Shut up Kenny" he replied. Kenny store at him. Cartman glared, "This was my LAST time, alright?! i'm Not going to do it again"
Kenny rolled his eyes, "Yeah, Cartman you will."
Cartman frowned and slammed his fists on the table, "The fuck you know that?!"
Kenny shot up from the seat, "Beacuse an addiction doesnt just suddenly dissapire cause you want it too fatass!"
Cartman eyed him with an evil glare. "Whatever" he mumbled underhis breath holding the cup to his mouth takeing another drink.
Kenny slowly sat back down but with the same serrious expression on his face.
"I think you need to go to rehab."
Cartman instantly slammed his cup down and almost spit out his drink, then started laughing as he forced it down.
"No, Fuck no! No fucking way!" he laughed.
"Cartman I'm serrious" Kenny said frowning and having his hands together on the table as he watched his fat friend laugh his
ass off. Then Cartman looked to him and read his expression and calmed down.. he sat still a moment, mirroring Kenny with his hands together
as Kenny did. "Go on.." he joked.
Kenny sighed looking away, he could tell Cartman wasent takeing this serriously at all.
"Cartman, the tweelve step program they have in colorado a few miles down, my cousin did it and he's been clean for a year now."
Cartman stared at him with a blank look in silence.. a few seconds later he spoke,
"Your fucking kidding right?" he asked flat.
"No fatass, I'm not"

Cartman grimiced at him and sat back, snorting in discust, "Fuck no. I'm not going to fucking rehab, fuck that."
Kenny frowned, "I thought you wanted Kyle over this shit, Cartman!"
Cartman put his hands in his head an groaned annoyed. Kenny was a great friend for looking out for him.. but it
sometimes annoyed him Kenny had to act like a dad he never had.

"I am, I just dont think I really have a problem"
"Cartman, you do. I've fucking seen it."
Cartman stod up from his chair, "The only reason I drunk again was beacuse I was in fucking pain! I meant it when I told Kyle
I'm done!"

Kenny stod up to face him, "That's not the reason and you fucking know it! You had fixation Cartman-"
"Fixation?! The fuck is that?!"
Kenny iggnored the question and put his hand on Cartman's shoulder, "Dude, I know it's hard. But if you get into rehab you dont have to live like this."
"i DONT HAVE A FUCKING PROBLEM!" Cartman yelled with fury in his eyes as he yanked Kenny's hand away and turned to storm out the door.
"You'll be drinking by tonight fatass!" Kenny yelled after him, Cartman slammed the screendoor.
Kenny ran forward, "That's a fucking promise!" he yelled through the screen as he watched Cartman stomp to his rental car, get it, back up to the point it
screetched his ears and blew forward speeding onto the streets. Kenny watched as Cartman was out of sight and sighed.
Kenny toke out his phone and texted Stan.. this wasent going to be good.

(7 hours later..)

Stan shoke his head trying to keep himself awake.
Only Wendy, Or Kyle were the only one's that could get him out of bed at nine AM in the morning.
He resented this was the one fucking night he left his phone on by accident, then Wendy Called asking to have breakfast
at Patty's with Bebe and her boyfriend. Stan groaned at the thought. 'I shouldnt have picked it up' he regreated.

Wendy and Bebe laughed as Gabbon told another one of his fetish jokes.
Stan fake laughed along with it.. he honestly didnt really get the jokes.
Was he the only one who had the sane idea this guy was a complete nutcase?
Stan rolled his eyes looking away as Wendy and Bebe leaned in to hear another one of Gabbon's jokes.
Stan shrugged, pretending to be interesting in what their talking about but not really listening.. he didnt get it.
Gabbon was so not Bebe's type. Then again he is from a wealthy rich family.. that probably explains it.
Probably wants him to buy her the new prada bag, shoes or something.
"You know I was thinking about the other day!" Wendy went on, "I never knew anyone else ever thought of that!"
"Mah, mah, mah, mah, mahmah,mahmah" Stan mimicked under his breath.
"Yeah It's real simple. You just need to cascade where your getting the call from and transfer it there."
Stan frowned, 'Smartass'
Bebe looked to Wendy, "Yeah he's right. whenever I'm using my long distance calls on my cellphone it allways goes shakey and cuts out"
Wendy nodded, "Yeah that happened to me too, I was talking to audry on the phone and then-"
Stan felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and tuned out of the conversation, he flipped it open.
'New text message' it lit up.
Stan pressed open.

'Dude, Keep Kyle away from Cartman 2day he'z in a bad mood.'
FROM:KENNY

Stan raised his eyebrow and texted back.
'How am I suppose to do that? Kyle's pissed at me. and why, what happened?'
He pressed send.

"How do you know so much about cellphone's gabbon?" Wendy smiled, Stan glarred to this.
Gabbon shrugged, "My dad was an architect, before he got that job he used to work for getting phone services"
"Wow, that's cool" Bebe smiled.
Stan rolled his eyes and dug his phone back out of his pocket when he heard it vibrate.
He pressed open to the new text.

'Talk 2 him. and long story'
FROM:KENNY

Stan smirked, and texted, 'I'll try, and tell me l8r what happened' he pressed send.
"STAN!"
Stan looked up.
"Your texting more then talking to us!" Wendy complained.
Stan sighed putting the phone back in his pocket, "Sorry, I'm not big on cellphone conversations"
Wendy, Bebe, and Gabbon looked at eachother uncomfortably then back to Stan.
"Uh.. sorry?" Bebe spoke up.
Stan rolled his eyes, "I know" Gabbon smiled, "Let's talk about something YOU want to talk about"
Stan raised his eyebrow. Kind of weird comment, but ok.
"Um.." Stan looked at them nervously, then turned to Wendy, "Did you know Kyle and Cartman are together again?"
Wendy gasped with a huge smile beaming her face, "They did?! That's great! Sense when?!"
Stan tapped his finger on the table, he and her had totally different oppinions about this.
"Yesterday"
"Oh, Stan! Why didnt you tell me!?" Wendy nagged onto his arm.
He shrugged, "I just did"
Gabbon stared in confussion, "Cartman and Kyle.. Cartman and Kyle" He repeated trying to think of where he heard their names.
"Kyle and Cartman who?"
"Kyle, the one with the red curly hair and Cart-"
"Oh yeah! The gay couple. Um, Kyle's with that fat brown haired guy right?"
"Yeah.. that's Cartman"
Gabbon frowned, "Weird name."
"No, It's his last name."
Gabbon stared as if he was lost.. "Why do you call him by his last name?"
Stan shrugged. he never really thought about it. He just saw him as Cartman. Not an 'Eric'
"We called him that sense he was younger.. its like a nickname."
"Uh..huh" Gabbon nodded sarcastically and toke a sip of his dew.
Stan stod up to his feet, "Uh yeah.. anyways, I think I'm gunna go"
Wendy's eyes widdened in an expression of hurt, "Why Stan?!"
"I have to check on Kyle.. we got in a fight yesterday"
Wendy cocked her head in no responce, "Ok. Bye Stan" Bebe smiled.
"Bye" he said as he was walking out the door, he shut it behind him and sighed.
Thank god he got out of there, he couldnt stand another second with that stuck up gabbon kid, Plus he knew he had to talk to Kyle anyways.

Kyle slowly opened his eyes to the sunshinnning onto his blankets that morning.
Everything felt so fucking comfortable.. he never felt so relaxed.
Most of it was not having that sick feeling in your gut that the guy you love isnt yours anymore.
'He is mine' Kyle smiled to himself and snuggled himself deeper into the pillow.
He was at so much ease he wouldnt mind falling asleep again.. then "Kyle" Kyle looked up and saw his mom in the doorway.
"Oh, Hi mom" he said weakly, with an edgy voice, he allways had in the morning.
"Your friend Stan is downstairs and wants to see you"
Kyle groaned and put his head in his pillow, "Tell him I'm sleeping" he mumbled in his pillow.
Shelia rolled her eyes, "Bubby, It's ten, It's almost noon. Get up or you'll sleep the day away" Shelia tugged at the pillow Kyle hid his head under
and his head fell to the mattress, "Mooom!" He groaned.
"Get up bubby, I'll send your friend up" and she left.

Kyle didnt even try to stop her, just remained with his head to the mattress.. with no pillow.
"Kyle?" He heard his best friend's voice as he came into the room.
"Hey dude" Kyle grumbled dully, not lifting his face from the mattress.
"Uh.. what's up?""
Kyle sighed and lifted his face, "What's up is that I had to be forced awake at ten o clock on a sunday morning." he complained.
Stan smirked and sat on his bed beside him, "So.. your not mad at me?"
"Mad at you?" Kyle raised his eyebrow in confussion.
"Yeah.. remember yesterday? I called you and you told me you and Cartman were back together, and I said -"
"Oh. Yeah, that. I remember now." He interupted rubbing his head, still arroused from being just woke up.
"Yeah I forgot about that.. Dude I just want you to be fine with whoever I decide to go out with"
Stan half smiled, "I know. It's your choice. From now on, I wont state my oppinions on less you want me too"
Kyle cocked his head, "No I want to know your oppinions! I just.. I dont know, I finnaly get what I want, and you seemed all mad about it"
"I wasent mad I just, know you can do better then that. Kyle he hit you."
Kyle looked down trying to block the momory Stan just let in. "I know.. but it wont happen again." Kyle looked to him, "Dude, It'll be fine. Dont worry about it"
Stan nodded being less then sure, "I hope so."

Kyle smiled hopping off his bed, "Cartman asked me to go over there when I wake up" he explained and went to his closet.
Stan felt an angry feeling clutch his chest, then he remembered.. Kenny's text message.
"Kyle, can I ask you something?" Stan asked, As Kyle was looking through his dresser drawer for a shirt.
"Sure dude" he smiled, still looking through the shirts.
"Um.. How come WE never hang out anymore?"
Kyle instantly stopped going through his stuff and turned to look at him, he cocked his head, "Huh?"
"I just mean.. your always with Cartman now, you know.. I never see you anymore"
Kyle stared at him in complete silence with his jaw slowly starting to drop.
"Oh.. really? Dude.. I didnt even notice"
Stan looked down, that comment just made him feel worse.
Kyle walked next to him and put his arm around him, "Dude, I'm sorry. I didnt think It bothered you that much"
Stan snorted frowned, "Yeah, Well, It does."
"I'm sorry.. tell you what" Stan looked to Kyle who opened his phone and started texting someone.
"How about we go somewhere today.. just the two of us.. I'll tell Cartman my mom's makeing me go somewhere."
Stan smiled, "Really?"
"Yeah"
Stan beamed. Now he had time with his supper best friend AND he's keeping Kyle away from Cartman like Kenny asked..
He wondered What was going on that made Kenny want him to keep Kyle away..

"Son of a bitch!" Cartman slammed his hands on the steeringwheel ducking his head.
He rubbed his forhead on the steeringwheel while he heard raindrops dropping onto the roof
of his rental car. He looked up, great. Only in colorado would the weather randomly rain in the middle of the afternoon.
Bad enough it snows all the fucking time!
Cartman started rubbing hiis forhead in a circular motion. Cartman's mind kept playing back what happened earlier this morning.
"Rehab" Cartman Cartman muttered to himself makeing him fake a laugh.
One thing he knew for sure, No fucking way was he going to rehab.
"I dont have a problem" Cartman said inside of his car, "Kenny's a fucking liar"
He sighed after a few moments and rested his head back down, feeling his brunnete hair fly to his forhead, he toke out his cellphone
and opened it. Nothing. Well, nothing from Kyle anyway,

Then the phone lit up and Cartman smiled, expecting it to be him, 'New message' it rung.
Cartman grinned and pressed open, the smile lasted till he felt his heart drop to the bottem of his stomach.
'FROM: THE HIPPY'
Cartman rolled his eyes conforming it was Stan's hippy girlfriend and not his boyfriend.

'oH ConGrAT's cArTMan! i HeArd YOu aNd KyLe gOt BAckK toGetTher!!' Cartman glared.
He always hated The bitch's way of typing.
He iggnored the message and went to the inbox.. maybe if he was lucky enough he could get an Unread from Kyle!
He grinned when he saw 'Two unread messages'. Sometimes his phone forgets to ring up new message and just sends it
to the inbox. Cartman pressed on mess1
"FROM UNKNOWN"
he read from the bottem, then looked his way up to the text message.

'Hey Eric Cartman, whats up :) its Sally Cothers I sit next to you in Language arts'

Cartman raised his eyebrow.
'The fuck would Sally fucking cothers text me?!'
He rolled his eyes as he typed his responce. He hated getting random text messages.
'Go fuck yourself Sally Cothers' he texted and pressed send.
He quickly pressed back and to next new message.
He glanced to the bottem,
'FROM: KYLE' He smiled and looked to the message.

'Eric, I'm going to spend some time with Stan today.
I'll catch up with you later on today.
love you.'

Cartman stared at the text message then threw it to the ground.
Fantastic. Now his boyfriend's out with the douchebag.
Cartman put his hands in his hair leaning against the wheel, wondering how it was possible
to feel anger, Saddness, Jelousy and urging all at once.
Cartman pulled at his hair, he felt the urge.. he felt the sensation growing, the need to have the
burning feeling take over, the urge to have one drink, just One Little small drop of alcohol that his mouth
is begging for. Cartman frowned putting his head down onto the steeringwheel and one arm over his stomach to stop the aching.
"I.. Promised.. I.. quit" he whispered to himself as he shooke, with Vodka and whisky bottles beaming through his closed eyes.
"Last time.. was only a screw up" he told himself.
He continued to shake and feel a feeling of emptyness takeing over his body, squeezing him.
He opened his eyes, breathing deep. his throat felt practically dry.
"No. Alcohol" he told himself.
He could acctually taste the feeling on his tounge as if it was begging for it.
For the distinked smell of perminent markers and felt as if he toke a big dose of Oxy clean.
Cartman breathed out again trying to stay firm with his decision not to drink and looked to the clock.
'3:07' it showed. Cartman rubbed his stomach, 'Come on, I dont need whisky.." he said out loud to himself.
He started looking around saw a person holding a whine shapped presant in wrapping paper, bringing it accross the street to the church accross the road.
'Someone's getting married' he figgured.
His eyes fixtured on the wrapping paper rapped present figgure of a wine bottle go back and forth
swinging his arm to the chruch. Cartman caught himself stareing and forced his eyes to look away.
"This cant be happening" he told himself. "I'm not drinking" he said a loud.
but the longer it got worse as he clutched his stomach, ducking his head down and telling his senses to shut the fuck up.
He heard the rain click clockiting onto the foot of his car and looked up. "I can do this" he told himself.
He scootched over firmly into his seat and put the car in drive, "I can do this" he told himself boosting his confidence as he drove onto the road.
The images wouldnt go away. Besides the thoughts of the feeling of the burn, the drunk feeling, numbness, and the urge for alcohol to slip into his
throat he wished back in his mind what the fuck Kyle and Stan are doing right now..

Stan grinned back at his best friend while they laughed about what Clyde did in third piriod last week.
Kyle slammed his fist down in laughter, "Then Cartman told him about Craig giving blowjobs in the bathroom and he rushed in there,
He acctually fucking believed him!"
Stan laughed also almost in tears by that memory, "HHAHA! He didnt talk to Cartman for weeks!" He laughed aloud.
"I Know!" Kyle laughed feeling as if out of breath.
"Anything else I can for you today?" The coffee employer came up to them in their 'Tweeks Coffee' blue form.
"Uh, No thanks" Stan mannaged to get out, putting a finger up to catch his breath.
"Were good" he smiled.
The employee nodded and walked to the next table.

"Dude.. we havent laughed like that in forever!" Kyle smiled, still trying to catch his breath.
"Yeah I know. Dude, I told you, its been forever."
"Hah.." Kyle finnaly caught his breath, "I know dude.. I just started thinking about it and your right. I mean, I see you
in the mornings before or at school, lunch and between and in classes but other then that.. I am with Cartman a lot."
Stan smiled, it was great to hear it was an acctual reasonal problem, then as a best friend maybe getting supper jelous and believes
the fatass stole his friend from him.
"Yeah, Sorry dude" Kyle smiled and Stan smiled back.
"I'll make sure to find time for my best friend's too" he grinned.
Stan nodded. the best thing he's heard all day.

Cartman breathed out. Ok, he tried. It's not possible.
Cartman clenched his stomach again, feeling as if to puke.
'I will quit.. Just after this one last time' he told himself, He nodded in agreement.
No fucking way was he going to feel like this, no fucking way!
He felt like they toke a sharp pin and jabbed it in the middle of his fucking stomach, all the way through.
His guts felt like they fall out his ass.
he sighed, "One last time" he told himself putting his car into drive. He concidered going back to Kenny's..
Then realized he remebered how bitchy Kenny was about going to rehab.. If he went back there he would just proving Kenny
He was right! No fucking way! 'Wait..' Cartman's mind caught his thoughts. 'Is he right?' He rolled his eyes, "No, I'm just doing it one last time"
He told himself.
He started driving towards his house. There wasent really anywhere else to go for alcohol.. He didnt give a fuck about Rick right now.
All he knew was ne needed alcohol. fast.
Cartman turned his car around makeing the tires make a high pitch screetch and headed for home.
He tapped on the steeringwheel heading home.
Cartman finnaly got there, shut off his car and slammed the door behind him as soon as he got out, he ran to his frontdoorstep and swung open the door,
seeing Rick on the couch passed out with a blonde whore beside him, half her left boob was hanging out of her short tube top.
Cartman stared wide eyed then glared, He wasent that supprised Rick would do that.
He walked to the couch and toke the bottle Rick's hand was holding. Cartman was half glad.. atleast he was passed out, he wouldnt bitch at him for stealing
his drinks. Cartman toke the other two bottles they had beside them and went for the stairs, he glided up them fast going for his room and slammed the door behind
him as he yanked the cap off and toke his first swallow feeling the relieveing feeling of the urge FINNALY fade, he toke another gulp and another feeling the burning
liquid pour down his throat. He seperated the bottle from his lips, looking at the clear Brandy. "Just the last time" he told himself.
"This is the last time"

"Hah! I blasted your ottomic space cruiser!" Kyle venged as he clicked away on the game controler.
"Yeah? well see how you like this.." Stan clicked away faster, and Kyle gasped,
"Dude! You blew up my radiator!"
"I know!" Stan smirked, twisting his controler as both boys tapped away playing the videogame.
They heard footsteps comming down the stairs but neither of them looked up from the screen.
"Stanly, me and your father are going out to dinner with the Osland family, you want to come along?"
"No mom, were playing War dominators" Stan said, eyes locked to the tv.
"Oh, Ok" Sharron's eyes driffted over to Kyle and she smiled, "Kyle, you havent been here in a while"
Kyle looked up at her and smiled, "Yeah.. sorry, I've been busy lately"
Stan glanced to Kyle a meer second and rolled his eyes, refocousing his eyes to the tv. 'Busy my ass'
Sharron laughed, "Oh it's fine. You boys are getting older. It's good though, I was begining to think you two werent talking anymore"
Kyle gave a half akward smile, as Stan quickly looked to him then back to the screen pressing buttons fiercly which caused a sound of explosion come from the
Tv, Kyle looked and frowned getting right back to pressing buttons, "Dude, dont blow me up, when I'm not looking"
He smiled, "You shoulda been lookin!" Stan teased.
"Bye boys" Sharron said quickly and headed out the door.
Stan and Kyle still clicked away, "Dude what time is it?" Kyle asked, clicking.
Stan smirked, "You just want me to look away"
Kyle paused the game and toke out his cellphone looking at the time, '6:43' then slowly shut it, pressing unpause on the game.
Stan's eyes were fixed to the screen, "Why?"
Kyle kept clicking, "I dont know.. dude I think I need to head out soon"
Stan glanced at him with a raised eyebrow and looked back to the TV, "Why?"
Kyle shrugged while he pressed away, "we've been hanging out for five hours.. I just want to see Cartman real quick"
Stan slowly nodded.. though he couldnt help but feel a little envious Kyle was so quick to leave and go see him.
Then Stan's eyes widdened remembering the fact Kenny asked him to Keep kyle away from Cartman today.
"Uh.. dude, Maybe you should stay a little longer.."
Kyle looked to him then back to the screen, "Why?"
Stan shrugged, "I dunno. I want you here longer.."
Kyle smiled, "Thanks dude, I wish, But if I dont see Cartman atleast once today, He'll bitch at me tomorow about it."
Stan nodded and looked back to the screen as his battleship struck twice at Kyle's robot twice then the smokeing from being hit
Kyle's robot twisted his arm and shot him back, Stan made his sourcer strike back with a bomb.
Stan continued clicking, then suddenly his thoughts interupted him. 'Kenny asked me to tell kyle to stay away from Cartman for a good reason..
do I want Kyle to get hurt?!'
Kyle smiled deviously, as he launged his rocket to Stan's battleship and Stan's cruiser burst into flames.
Stan shoke his head trying to get not so distracted.. then sighed, "Dude, Do you really have to see that fatass everyday?"
Kyle smirked, "Uh, no. He's my boyfriend and I want too"
"Well.." Stan looked up to him, "Maybe you should just skip it.. just for today."
Kyle paused the game and slowly looked to stan with his eyebrow raised in suspicion, "Why do you all the sudden care about me seeing him today?"
"I.. I dont!" Stan put up his hands infront of him, "I just.. wanna spend more time with you, you know"
Kyle rolled his eyes, "Thats not the reason, we've been hanging out for six hours! What's going on?!"
"Nothing!" Stan yelled with wide eyes. Kyle crossed his arms.
"What?!" Stan put out his arms. Kyle sighed, "Dude, What's going on, your acting all weird"
Stan's face slowly turned into a frown, pretending to be offended, "So what? I'm weird beacuse I want to spend a little bit more time with my best friend?!"
Kyle store at him with wide eyes, "Uh.."
Silence went by.
"Stan.. Sorry" he said finnaly, in an open voice.
Stan rolled his eyes turning hastily back to the telivision now feeling angry for real. "Psht. yeah, whatever" he unpaused the game and started
shooting bullets to Kyle's unmoving space ship.
Kyle stared at him a while studdying his best friends somewhat angry face. He closed his eyes, "Fine" he said getting up.
Stan paused the game and looked to him, "What?"
Kyle already was accross the room and toke a step forward, "Uh.. your in a bad mood.. I'll talk to you later dude."
"No" Stan put down the controler, "Dude I didnt mean to.."
"Bye" Kyle interupted by shutting the door.
Stan looked out the window seeing Kyle walk off. His house was the other way.. that only meant one thing.
He was going to Cartman's house.

Stan aighed and put his fingers in the bridge of his nose. He felt like such an idiot.
He should have just accepted Kyle's appology and moved on with it.
Stan rolled his eyes as he toke his cellphone out and texted Kenny. Actually it wasent really Kenny's phone, it was his cousins.
She was letting him borrow it for the weekend.

'Kyle's going over to Cartman's.'
Stan pressed send, then placed his phone on the desk, and put his head in his arms.
Not long later a vibration toke over and Stan grabbed the phone.
'New message' Open.

'Wtf?! DUDE i told u not 2 let him do that'
Stan frowned and started texting him back, Why was Kenny being so uptight about this.
Usually he's the most laid back person you'd ever meet.

'Well sorry, He just walked out. Why? What's the big deal?'
Stan pressed send and put his forhead to the desk. a few seconds later vibration went off,
Stan flipped open his phone and opened the new message.

'...k. The fixation's gettn 2 him.. he's not gunna b sober till he gets help.
He'z in a bad state rite now dude, Kyle wouldnt wanna see him'
Stan closed his eyes and sighed, takeing a moment before writting back.
He knew that fatass would fuck up again.

'So..' Stan texted slowly.
'So.. What happens now?' he added.
Stan pressed send putting his fist to his forhead waiting for a responce, then a few moments later
it vibrated. Stan opened it.

'U said Kyle already Left for Carmanz rite?'
Stan crinkled his nose. 'Yeah' he texted back, pressing send.
15 seconds later, new message, stan pressed open.
'Then guess.. we jus w8 and see what happenz'

Kyle shivered as he held his two arms trying to warm himself from the cold, walking to Cartman's house.
He sighed and could see his breath through the thick air.
He wondered Why Stan was acting so weird about him going to Cartmans.. usually he'd just make a fatass joke or
insult him a bit, but he never asked him to not see him.
Kyle rolled his eyes pushing himself towards the wind was blowing. He was almost there. Four houses away.

Cartman slowly set down his glass.
Though he knew he was in his room, sitting on the ground infront of a brown setup table.. he felt like he was falling through
the floor. as if he was falling and falling, his vision was getting weiry and a bit dizy.
Cartman breathed out as he smelled the strong scent of hot liquior on his breath through his notrols.
Done. The burning feeling was gone. The feeling of emptyness was gone.
Cartman slowly sat back, feeling as if he was about to puke but at the same time, feeling really, really good.
"Last time" he mumbled to himself with his eyes closed, enjoying the familiar feeling.
'Knock, knock knock!' Cartman's eyes sprang open at the sound.
'knock, knock, knock!'
Cartman quickly got up and looked out the window to see who was at the door.
Kyle.
"Fuck!" Cartman yelled as he rushed to the bottles grabbing four at a time and attempting to open his closet.
'Knock, Knock, knock!' "Comming, Damn it!" Cartman yelled.

Kyle waited outside tapping his foot. He knew Cartman was here, his rental car was here, and his light inside his room his on.
'Knock, knock, knock!' Kyle slammed his fist louder, feeling his insides grow more stronger of suspicion and angry.
He felt in his gut something was going on.. it didnt take him this long to answer the door, and Stan was acting all fucking weird.
Kyle huffed and barged in, first seeing Rick on the couch half naked with a half naked women in his arm.
Kyle stared with his mouth open in shock at first.. he was not expecting that.
Kyle snapped out of it and slowly moved to the left. away from them.
FAR away from them.
"COMMING!" he heard Cartman yell from upstairs.
Kyle snapped his head to the steps, hah, funny at the thought Cartman thought he was still waiting outside.
Kyle went up the steps and to Cartman's room and yanked the door open, Cartman happened to be standing right infront
of his door, he gave a sweet smile, "Hey Kahl. I was just going to answer the door."
Kyle kept his frown and crossed arms, "It toke you long enough."
A scent of whisky and perminent marker glided into his nose.
Kyle narrowed his eyes feeling instant anger, "Cartman.. Why does it smell like alcohol in here?'
Cartman jumped a bit, "Uh.." he began.
Then he frowned, "it doesnt!"
Kyle sarcastically grimaced, "Yeah it does."
Kyle walked around the room follwing the smell that grew stonger in stronger in a certain direction
"Kahl.." Cartman said weiringly, wondering what he was doing.
"What?" Kyle asked cassualy, following the smell.
"What are you doing?" he asked flat. Kyle was about to respond, then smelled the smell a lot stronger towards the closet.
He walked to it. "Kaaahl.." Cartman growled warningly as Kyle got closer.
Kyle swung open the closet door seeing three whisky bottles, four empty, and two vodka bottle's one full, one empty.
Kyle picked one up in anger and shot towards Cartman. "You promised!" he held the bottle infront of Cartman's face.
"YOU FUCKING PROMISED YOU WERENT DOING THIS ANYMORE!" he yelled.
Cartman simply stared in complete shock.
"Uh.." was all he made out.
Kyle iggnored him feeling the fury raise up in his body. He thought this was done with!
Cartman said he wasent drinking anymore! He fucking lied!
Kyle went to the window and slowly started twisting the knob to open it.
"What are you doing?"
Kyle glanced at him with fire in his eyes, "Takeing this away" he meered.
Cartman's eyes widdened, "WHAT?!"
The window finnaly went open and Kyle capped open the bottle and started pouring it out.
"What?! No Kahl! You cant do that!" Cartman quickly got to him and tugged it away from Kyle's grip,
Kyle tugged back with more force. Cartman grumbled trying to pull it back harder, then some of the alcohol spilt on Cartman's
Gray shirt, They kept pulling at it then finnaly it dropped and collasped onto the ground, leaving yet another broken bottle in his room.
Kyle looked up to Cartman then quickly grabbed the next bottle, jamed it open and started pouring it down,
"KAHL NO!" Cartman grabbed the bottle forcing it back. Back and forth, back and forth,
"GIVE IT TO ME KYLE! NOW! I FUCKING NEED IT!"
"No you dont! Your better then this! Let go!"
They faught for it, back forth, back forth,
"DAMN IT! GIVE IT TO ME!"
"No!"
Kyle lifted his foot up and jabbed Cartman in the stomach to get him away and Cartman flew back, and Kyle continued pouring the
liquor out. He kept pouring then unexpectedly felt his shirt be pulled backwards then slammed against the wall,
"FUCKING GIVE IT TO ME!" Cartman yelled in his face.
Kyle's eyes went wide with fear seeing the look on Cartman's face. "Cartman, Please dont.."
"FUCKING GIVE IT!" Cartman shouted and grabbed for it from Kyle's hands as Kyle fell back onto the hard ground, and the bottle remaining
went down with him breaking ANOTHER bottle.
Cartman frowned with ultimate anger, picking up the bottem piece of the bottle and holding it up,
"Look what you did! Look what you fucking did! That was two bottles you fucking jew!"
Kyle stared up at him in fright putting his hands to his face in fright, was he going to hit him?! Kyle's heart raced faster
as Cartman stared down at him with Dark hateful eyes, holding the broken bottle piece in his hand,
Cartman made a slight movement to hit Kyle with it, and As Kyle squirmed in a little ball, fearing of getting hit.. expecting it..
then slowly opened his eyes when he didnt and looked up seeing Cartman stand over him with a look of amazement.
Cartman looked from the bottle piece to Kyle, then looked back and forth again.
Cartman's eyes looked back to Kyle then he dropped the bottle piece and stepped back, "No.." he said to himself.
Kyle slowly raised his head looking to Cartman, still scared as hell.
"C..Cartman?" Kyle studdered.
Cartman looked to him, "I'm sorry" he said.
Kyle looked down.. Cartman saw him and scooted towards him, Kyle felt an urge to move away but he didnt.
"See.. See I cant date you"
Kyle's head shot up, "What?!"
Cartman looked down "I knew this was going to fucking happen.. I cant fucking hurt you"
Kyle straightened up looking at him in the eyes, "Dude you wont, it was a mistake. Just a mistake"
He toke cartman's hands. "We can work through this, you just need some help"
Cartman looked into Kyle's pleading eyes. Kyle couldnt bare the thought of being broken up with Cartman again..
He couldnt fucking do it.
Cartman let out a small smile, "Kahl, I love you"
Kyle breathed in.. he never heard Cartman say that. Ever.
Like maybe love ya, or 'luv u' in text messages.. but never 'I love you' it sounded to sincere.
Kyle's hart lifted as Cartman toke Kyle's chin in his hand and lifted up Kyle's face and kissed his lips softly.
Kyle felt a wave of relief go through him.. 'oh thank god'
Then he felt Cartman tear his lips from his, Kyle looked to him wondering why he pulled away, then noticed Cartman still had that
heart breaking look in his eyes. "But.. I dont want to do this to you." Cartman got up and slowly walked in a different dirrection in his room.
Kyle stared at him feeling the relief fall deep into his stomach and dissapire.
"Cartman, Please dont-"
"Kahl, you deserve better then this! Better then me! I dont want to fucking hurt you"
Kyle stared at him in shock then watched as Cartman turned to the door.
"I'm going for a drive.. you can show yourself out." he said quietly and walked out of the room.
Kyle stared at the floor.. not again. Not this again.
Except this time.. Kyle had a gut feeling Cartman meant it this time.
Meant.. they werent getting back together again. He could feel it.

Authors note:

Hey its been a while! Sorry ive been really busy.
anyway, comments are appreciated!
Ill update soon!