Kyle sat bent over on his bed in the darkness. Over. Again.
'How could he do this to me.. again?' was the question he kept asking himself.
He put his head in his knee's. It hurt just as much as it did last time if not more so.
It's been two days sense Cartman broke up with him again but it didnt hurt any less then when he first heard it.
Kyle sighed deeply. Why didnt Cartman just stab a knife in his lungs?
Kyle knew Cartman loved him and doing this for the best but why wasent he helping himself
instead of worrying about him?
Kyle shut his eyes feeling the tears start streaking down his cheeks. He knew he'd given up.
Cartman was going to be an addict forever.
If Cartman is choosing to drink and not get help, there's nothing he can really do to stop him.
Kyle wiped his tears with the back of his hand.
'Knock, Knock, Knock'
"Kyle?" he heard a voice behind the door.
Kyle didnt respond. "Kyle, dinner's almost ready are you comming down? Kyle?"
Shelia opened the door, "Bubby why are you sitting in the dark?"
Kyle slowly looked up then down, "No reason" he said.
Shelia came in, and sat beside her son, "Kyle, what's wrong? you've been like this for four days,
Now what has gotten into you, young man?"
Kyle's eyes remained to the floor. "Um.." he studdered.
"Me and.. C..Cartman broke up" he said nearly chokeing on the last words.
Shelia gasped, "Bubby.. you and Eric broke up?"
Kyle slowly nodded. "Oh wow thats, thats.." Kyle frowned at the sound of his mom's voice. she seemed
awfully happy he just got his heart broken. Shelia recognized her tone and cleared her throat.
"I mean, I'm sorry bubby.. these things happen." Shelia laid a comforting hand on her son's back and rubbed it.
"If it makes you feel any better Eric was... probably not best for you anyway"
Kyle rolled his eyes, of course his mom's happy about it. she fucking hates him.
"Anyway, Dinner's almost ready, are you comming down soon"
Kyle shrugged, "I'm not really hungry"
Shelia store at him then nodded and got up from the bed and to the door, "Well, if you change your mind we have spagetti downstairs."
Kyle nodded, eyes still glued to the ground and Shelia slowly shut his door, reviling him back into the darkness.

Stan tapped his finger on the table stareing at his cellphone and pressed dial again on Kyle's cellphone.
'Ring'
'Ring'
"Hey, this is Kyle, I'm not he-"
Stan hung up the phone. That's the forth time he's called today.
He sighed and put down the phone. he really wanted to know what happened when Kyle went to Cartman's last night..
But Kyle never picked up his cellphone. Stan tapped his two fingers on his forehead. Kyle wasent answering.. no way he was calling Cartman.
Stan opened his phone back up.
'Kenny?' he texted and pressed send.
he waited a few moments then got a new message, he pressed open.
'No, this iz his cuz, who dis?'
Stan pressed reply,
'Stan marsh, his friend. uh, do you know where he is?' send.
He put his phone down waiting for the responce. Of course his cousin answered,
it was her cellphone, Kenny just used it for a bit.. Kenny couldnt afford a cellphone for shit.
'New message' Stan's phone vibrated, he opened it and read,
'Idk, i think he'z at his house with Kevin'
Stan pressed replie, 'thanks' he pressed send and got out from his chair. Maybe Kenny knew something about this..
Him and Cartman are still sort of friends. kind of.
Stan went out the door heading for his car, and got in.
Kenny obviously wanted Kyle to stay away from Cartman for a reason.. he wanted to find out what that reason was.
Stan backed his car up and drove onto the street.

Kenny watched from a distance seeing his little brother talking to two younger girls around his age.
He cocked his head seeing Kevin was makeing good conversation.. they were laughing so that's good.
Kenny wanted to see how well his teaching skills were doing him.
Then suddenly Kevin got smaked accross the face from one of the girls and they both stormed off.
Kenny smirked, 'What he do now?'
Kevin saw his brother in his favorite orange sweatshirt leaning against his dad's truck smokeing a ciggerate,
waiting for him. Kevin sighed and slowly started walking over to him.
Kenny couldnt help but laugh when he saw Kevin comming up to him with a rejected look on his face.
ohh those days. He remembered he used to be just like that when he was young..
Kevin stod infront of Kenny stareing down to the ground, Kevin knew Kenny was smirking without having to look at him.
"What happened?"
Kevin shrugged, "I did whacha said. then I was stareing and they asked why."
"And you said.."
Kevin shrugged again, "I said she had a nice rack"
Kenny rolled his eyes with a grin putting his arm around his little brother, oh he's so young.
"Dude, your not suppose to say that, girls dont like that"
"Oh.. so what should I do?"
Kenny smiled holding his bro closer, "Next time that happens.. which trust me. it will, just say,
'Sorry to be stareing, your just so beautiful.. I cant help it' "
Kevin frowned and crinkled his nose. "No way, thats fucking cheesy!"
Kenny smiled putting up one finger, "yeah, but it works everytime. Chicks love that cheesy shit"
Kevin raised his eyebrow, "really?"
"Yup" Kenny patted Kevin's back. "Keep listening to me, and you'll have girls all over you when your older."
Kevin nodded excitedly, "Who were you with Last night?"
Kenny thought back, "Uh.. I think it was li-"
"Kenny?" someone interrupted behind him, Kenny looked back and saw Stan, standing there with his hands inside his bluish south park
cows football jacket.
"Hey, when did you get here?"
"Just a while ago.. um.. can we talk?"
"Sure."
Kenny turned to kevin, "Dude, can you scram a bit?"
Kevin store at him, then raised his eyebrow with a grin and held out his palm.
Kenny rolled his eyes and toke out his pack, giving him a ciggerate and a lighter.
"There"
"Thanks" he ran off.
Stan watched as Kenny's brother ran towards the house. "Dude, I dont think it's cool to give your little brother ciggerates"
Kenny shrugged, "It's good for him"
"Good for him? dude, It gives people lung cancer"
Kenny shrugged, "yeah, but I started at his age, and if he was anything like me, and he is. He'll find a way to get it one way
or another. if he's gunna get it anyway, why not just bribe him?"
Stan store at him, Then nodded his head. "Kay. Whatever dude.. listen, Do you know what happened last night?"
Kenny thought a moment, then realized what he was reffuring to. "You mean with Kyle and Cartman?"
"yeah."
Kenny nodded his head no.
Stan looked down, "What do you think happened?"
Kenny shrugged, "Who knows. When Cartman's like that, anything could happen"
Stan's head shot up, "When Cartman's like what? What happened, Why did you want Kyle away from him?"
Kenny was silent a moment picking his words carefully. "Well.. Cartman was drinking again"
"WHAT?!"
"Yeah, his fixation was pretty fucked up dude."
"You... You dont think he hurt him or anything.. right?"
Kenny toke a moment to respond then shrugged, "Im not sure what to think of anything. he's not himself"
Stan slowly nodded, "Have you talked to Cartman.. or Kyle?"
Kenny nodded no. "Havent heard from em"
Stan nodded again, "Well.. Ok. I think I'm gunna go over to Kyle's. See what's going on"
"Kay. let me know when you find out"
"I will" Stan said as he turned to walk back to his car.

Kyle had no light in his room.. except for the dim light that shed onto him from his gecko's lamp.
He sat in the dark in the corner, holding up a picture of Him and Cartman on the couch.
Kyle had his sizzors out and slowly began to cut accross it, bit by bit.
Destorying the memory. He wished he didnt remember.. but he knew He allways would.
'Why does it feel like I've lost everything?
How could Cartman do this?
Doesnt he know if he does the right thing he can get help?
Why does he refuse to get help?
Maybe he doesnt even want to be with me.. I was right.
He didnt choose me. He chose the fucking liquior.'

"Kyle?" he heard a light tap on the door.
He didnt respond just continued cutting.
The door swung open anyway and Stan made it accross the room, standing infront of him.
"Dude... are you Ok?"
Kyle's eyes never left the picture and he kept cutting.
"Do I look Ok?" He answered hastly.
Stan looked down iggnoreing the comment. it was a pretty stupid question, Kyle looked Far from Ok.

"Kylem You didnt answer your phone.. your mom said you havent come out of your room all day"
Kyle continued slowly cutting the picture.
"You know what I hate, Stan?" his voice quivered.
He stopped cutting but didnt take his eyes off the picture.
"I hate when you love something so much, that when it goes you want to die inside."
Stan store at him with a motionless expression for him to continue.
"I hate when someone else loves you so much, that they'll get away from you for the good."
Kyle felt his eyes beggining to water again.
"It's like he built me up, to knock me down again Stan. You know? If he cares about me so much why cant he just stop?"
Kyle looked at Stan, "Why cant just stop, Stan?"
Stan sighed deeply with his eyes closed then walked over to Kyle's bed and sat beside him and placed his arm on his shoulder.
"I know. It's hard Kyle"
Kyle let out a short laugh, then looked back to the picture and started cutting again.
"You have no idea."
Stan looked down knowing that was probably true.. When Wendy started takeing those diet pills he didnt know what to do,
But atleast SHE stopped. How would he feel if she kept choosing to do it.
Stan wouldnt dare trying to be in Kyle's shoes right now.
"You know.. he's a dumbass. He doesnt know what he's doing" Stan confronted.
Kyle gave him a small smile. He knew Stan was just trying to feel better.. though it didnt make any progress in working.
"Thanks" he said quietly. Stan nodded. "Your mom told me what happened"
Kyle didnt respond, and continued slowly cutting the picture.
Stan sighed, "Your worth more then that dude. Dont let that fat asshole bring you down, If he wants to fuck up his life then fine"
Kyle again gave him the silent treatment and continued cutting.
Stan's eyes widdened, "Um.. Kyle?"
Kyle stopped cutting. "Stan, I appreciate what your trying to do.." Kyle looked up at him, "But I just want to be alone right now. Ok?"
Stan store at him then slowly nodded respectfully. If Kyle wanted some space he should give him some.
Stan gave Kyle a pat on the back, "It's cool dude" he said, and started walking for the door.
He gave one last look at Kyle before getting out, seeing Kyle just stare down at the floor.
"Um.. You sure you dont want the light on?" Stan asked.
"It's fine" Kyle said shortly, stareing at the ground.
Stan nodded again and went out the door shutting it quietly.
Stan sighed and turned around, then saw Ike standing there leaning against the wall stareing at him.
"Uh.. hi" Stan said uncomfortably.
"Will he be Ok?"
"Huh?"
"Will Kyle.. Be ok?"
Stan cocked his head then patted his back, "Yeah dude, dont worry. He'll be fine"
Ike nodded andpast Stan going back into his room.
"I hope" Stan added silently.

Cartman slowly toke another drag of his ciggerate with his whisky on one side, in complete silence.
He was in his car in his driveway.. he'd rather be here then inside where he would have to see Rick.
Cartman exhaled the smoke from his lips. He wished Kyle was here.. he wished everything would go back to normal.
He wish he'd never taken that first fucking sip!
He wished he wasent addicted.. but now he knew he was. He couldnt do without it, it was like air to him.
He needed it to breath, to stay alive. He needed this to keep away the feeling and urges. Urges that made him puke and
angry and unable to handle things without it. Cartman store at the bottle. He needed it.
Cartman put the cap bottle to his head and laid against it. he heard raindrops starting to fall on the roof of his car.
Great. more rain.
Cartman rolled his eyes takeing another swig of the bottle feeling the burning feeling travel down his throat.
Cartman flipped on the radio.. maybe that would make him feel a little bit better? It came onto 93x
singing the song, 'Dont know what you got till it's gone' by Cinderella, Cartman rolled his eyes and shut it off.
Listening to a song like that will only make things worse.
Cartman threw his ciggerate onto the ground and got out of his car slamming the door heading for inside.
He knew he had to see Rick, but he would have to go in eventually.
Cartman got inside and shut the door quietly behind him.
"Where've you been?" he heard Rick's sturdy voice behind him.
"Nowhere" Cartman said, not facing him, then slowly turning to him, meeting Rick's angry, druken eyes.
"Listen kid" Rick stepped forward again, "I want to know where your fatass is at all times. No questions, no exceptions"
Rick said pokeing a finger into his chest. "Understood?"
"Yeah. Yeah sure. Understod" Cartman said quickly.
Rick smirked "Fucking suck up" he mumbled swinging the bottle into his mouth and walked into the livingroom.
Cartman stod still.. he wondered Why Rick fucking cared where he was.
'Probably another reason he could throw a punch at me' Cartman figgured, rolling his eyes and heading up for his room.
he slammed the door and laid onto his bed. he looked up and saw a picture of Him and Kyle tapped above his bed.
Cartman toke the picture in his hand and looked at it closely. It was three years ago, at thanksgiving at Stan's house.. when he and Stan USED to get along.
Before him and Kyle even 'got together' Cartman stared at the picture.. noone knew the picture was being taken.
Stan was talking to Kenny about something sitting at the table, with turkey infront of them.
They had to sit at the kid's table. Stan had his mouth open talking to Kenny about something from accross the table.
Stan sat next to Kyle who was frowning and frowning, looks like he was yelling at him.. Cartman who was laughing and pointing at him,
smirking, probably calling him a name. He remembered those days. He used to rip on Kyle all the time.. he loved makeing him mad.
It wasent really the makeing him mad part that really got to him.. it was all the attention Kyle gave him for doing it.

Stan slammed the door behind him and sighed, fliccing his shoes off and trumbling up the steps.
he swung open his door and let himself fall onto his bed chest first. he sighed out.
Kyle was a lot worse then last time.
'What the hell?! Cartman got back together with him and broke up with him again?!
The fuck kind of person is he?! He hasent CHANGED, He hasent changed sense they were kids at all!
He probably doesnt give a crap that he's fucking Kyle's life up!'
Stan rubbed his head in his pillow.. he could feel himself beccoming frustrated by this migrane he starting to get.
Stan slowly put his hand down his pocket to get his cellphone. If he ever had a bad day, and he couldnt talk to Kyle..
Wendy always made him feel better. He flipped open his phone, and started for Wendy's number going down in the phonebook.
then an 'unknown caller' lit up, and vibrated. Stan raised his eyebrow and slowly pressed answer putting his cellphone to his ear.
"Hello?"
"Stanly? Stanly, this is your uncle"
"Oh. Hey uncle jimbo" Stan replied, Recegnizing the voice.
"Me and Ned were going to sign up for the shooting range contest this week. Wanted to know if you wanna go"
Stan raised his eyebrow, "A shooting range contest?"
"Oh yeah. A contest where you have to hit targets, their doing it in town in a few days. Whoever gets the most targets
struck to the middle gets a hundred dollar prize"
Stan thought a moment, "Sure, That sounds fun"
"Ok good. Meet me at my house Six AM Sharp to start practice"
Stan's eyes widdened, "Six AM?!"
"Yeah, you havent been shooting for a few years now.. We need to whip you into shape to help us win."
Stan sighed, "Ok uncle jimbo"
"Alrighty then Stanly. See ya tomorow!"
"See ya" Stan hung up the phone and sighed.
He hated shooting. He would never addmitt that to his father or his uncle, but just the thought of killing an innocent animal
made his stomach turn. Stan shoke his head, It was just targets, if it was other then that like animals, he probably wouldnt have aggreed.
Stan rolled onto his back sighing. He still couldnt get his mind off Kyle's state.. He wondered Why did he felt so guilty? He's Kyle's best friend,
Shouldnt he be there for him right now? But Kyle said he wanted to be alone.. Stan felt an ache feeling knowing he just left Kyle there like that.
He knew Kyle wanted him too, but he shouldve stayed with him, Kyle was really messed up.
Stan rolled his eyes and grabbed the phone dialing in Kyle's number.
'Riiiiing'
Stan tapped his finger, 'Riiiiing'
"Come on" Stan mumbled tapping his foot,
'Riiiiiing'
'Riiiiing.. Hey, this is Kyle -"
"Damn it" Stan muttered as he hung up on the voicemail.
He dialed the number in again.
'Riiiing'
'Riiiiing' Stan tapped his foot impatiently,
'Riiiiing'
"Hi, this is-"
"Ugh" Stan groaned hanging up again.
Stan dialed Kyle's home number. 'Riiiiing'
'Riiiiing.. Hello?" a familar voice came on.
Stan's eyes widdened, "DAD?!"
"Oh, your on the phone?"
'riiiiing'
"Yeah dad get off the line!"
'Im using the phone afterwards stanly." Click.
'riiiiiing.. Hello, youve reached the broflovski's, were-"
Stan hung up sighing and dialing in Kyle's number again.
(a minneute later)
'riiiiing' Stan tapped his finger.
'riiiiiing' Stan knew Kyle wont answer, he hasent the last five times he called him,
'Riiiiing'
"Stan?" A voice came on the phone.
Stan frowned, "Dad, I'm still using the phone!"
"Still?"
'riiiiiiing'
"your not even talking to anyone"
"Dad, JUST PLEASE GET OFF!" Stan let out.
Randy caught the tone in Stan's voice and hung up.
Stan raised his eyebrow and slowly hung up the phone and put his head to his hands.
"Stupid fatass" Stan whispered to himself.
"What's wrong?" Stan looked up and saw his dad stareing at him in the doorway.
He didnt even hear him come in. "Nothing alright?!" Stan outbursted.
Randy raised his eyebrows in supprise, Stan never got angry quickly like that.
Stan read his dad's mind and looked down and sighed deeply, trying to calm himself down.
"I've been trying to call Kyle" Stan eyes remained to the ground.
Randy nodded. "What's going on?" he asked in a flat tone.
Stan shoke his head, "Cartman and him broke up and.. well.. Kyles not exactly.. takeing it well"
Stan didnt look up but could hear his dad comming closer and felt him sit beside him,
"Their the gay one's that've been dateing for a year right?"
"Two years" Stan corrected.
"hm." Randy nodded.
"Its like he's a mess without him dad, he looks awful!" Stan looked to him,
"I feel bad as a best friend, like shouldnt I be doing something about this?"
"Well.. have you tried talking to him about it?"
Stan nodded slowly, "Yeah. he just said he wanted to be alone."
Randy nodded, "Did you?"
Stan looked to him confused, "Leave him alone? Yeah, why?"
"Stanly thats the WORSE thing you could do! Sitting alone in the dark is only going to make things
worse for your friend, You need to take him out somewhere, out in life. If hes by himself all the time, it would only get worse."
Stan gazed at him with an intense stare, "How do you know so much about this?"
Randy looked left then right, "Oh, um. I had a friend in your sittuation."
"What happened?"
Randy shrugged, "Oh, he killed himself"
Stan's eyes bulged out and mouth hung open, "DUDE!"
Stan shoke his head, "How the hell is THAT suppose to help?!"
Randy shrugged, "I was in the exact sittuation son. I always play back, I should of done this, or I should of done that, before its too late."
Stan blinked, "Kyle doesnt want to kill himself"
Randy smirked holding his coffee mug up, "You'd be supprised at what people have done at the loss from heartbreak" He said and toke a sip.
Stan stared at him, this was not helping at ALL!
Stan frowned, "What do you mean take him out? theres nowhere to take him, he doesnt want to go anywhere! he just locks himself in his room!"
Randy thought back at this a moment, looking to the ceiling then back to Stan, "What about that shooting range thing? Did Ned or Uncle Jimbo talk to you about that?"
"Yeah, they called a few hours ago"
Randy smiled, "Take him with you, going out will atleast make him feel a little bit better."
Stan thought about this a few moments then blinked, "I dont think Kyle likes to shoot."
"Oh come on, every guy likes to shoot"
"Not Kyle"
Randy shrugged and leaned against the wall on Stan's bed. "Just a suggestion."
Stan stared at him.. what did it hurt to ask?
"Ok. I'll ask him, see what he says"
Randy put a comforting hand on Stan, "Atleast your trying son" he said.

Cartman coughed as he he felt the burning feeling at the end of his throat swelling.
He forced down the bottle he was drinking to the ground and put his hands on his knee's coughing.
Then shoke his head then the feeling was gone. he sat up.
At his table in his empty dark house.. cartman clenched his eyes shut and put his hand through his brown hair.
'How did this happen?' he asked himself.
He wondered how he went from having a great boyfriend, A killer car, pretty happy life, concidering having a prostitute for a mom.
Now He lost his boyfriend, lost his car.. and far Far from happy.
Cartman toke another gulp of his whisky feeling a slow buzz comming back to him.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw a black spider on the wall. Cartman rolled his eyes and he shuffled around his counter looking for a newspaper
to swat it with. He moved papers around, over and over and.. Cartman stopped. He slowly picked the picture up.
It was a picture of Kyle.. He had this picture sense he had a crush on him.
Cartman slowly sat himself back down into his seat and store at the picture he held it in his hand.
His heart felt raw just looking at it.. his perfect curls, complection, personality.. him.. he's gone.
Cartman glanced at the bottle he held in his other hand then back to the picture.
'He's gone beacuse of this' he thought, looking to the bottle. he looked back to the photo.
He felt like he fucking hated himself. How could he ever let him go?! He felt so stupid.
Cartman continued stareing at the picture with fury in his eyes feeling anger rush to him.
He store at the picture then felt it slowly crumpling up in his hand, till the picture was smooshed into his fist.
Cartman put his head down, this shouldnt have happened, this isnt the way its suppose to be.
He's suppose to be with Kyle, he's suppose to have the life he had before, he had a few fucking drinks and everything fucking changed!
Cartman slammed his fists on the table shoving himself to get up.
'I should have never touched it. I should have never fucking touched it' his thoughts would remind him over and over again.
Not that it mattered.. he cant change it now.
His boyfriend is gone and he's an alcoholic.
As for being a guy who's known as an asshole for being self centered, cocky and amoung others,
For the first Time in Eric Cartman's entire life.. This was the moment he felt like he truely hated himself.

Kyle eyes never came up from the ground. He wanted to be left alone, He told everyone he wanted to be left alone.
how was that not simple enough? and Yet his Mom, Dad, Ike, Kenny and now Stan are still bothering him today.
knocking on the door, texting and calling to see if he's ok.
'Of course I'm not ok' Kyle muttered to himself at his friends and family's stupidity.
'I got dumped! Am I suppose to be oh-so-happy and joyful?' Kyle thought sarcastically.
'Knock, Knock, Knock!' "Kyle?"
'Knock, Knock, Knock'

Kyle rolled his eyes and put his head in his knees. another person.
Why cant everyone just leave him the hell alone?!
"What?!" He screamed, He didnt mean for it to come out like that, it just did.
"Uh.." the voice hesitated, Kyle couldnt recognize it.
"Can you open the door?" Kyle's eyes went solid. He recognized it now. Stan's voice.
"What do you want?" Kyle asked, a much softer voice then before.
"I just wanna talk" He said behind the door.
Kyle frowned and crossed his arms, "Theres nothing to talk about! I dont want to talk, Go away!"
"Kyle, its not about.." he paused. "Who you think it is, Its something else"
Kyle raised his eyebrows, "What?"
Stan jiggled on the doorhandle, "Well unlock the door and I'll tell you!"
Kyle hesitated before getting up.. this could be a trick. But he knew Stan wouldnt go away until he's said his part.
Hopefully Stan could say it, get it over with, and Kyle could go back to iccolating himself.
Kyle finnaly got up from his bed to his door and unlocked it.
Stan slowly came in.. looking at Kyle then slowly shut the door behind him.
Kyle saw Pity and sympathy in Stan's eyes.. Kyle rolled his eyes. he didnt want anyone feeling fucking bad for him,
He's doing enough of that as it is. "What do you want?" Kyle asked hastly, crossing his arms.
Stan store another few seconds at him before responding, then looked down and back up at him,
"Me and My uncle jimbo and Ned are going to a shooting range"
"A shooting range?"
"Yeah, like you shoot targets and stuff"
"Oh."
"Yeah.. I was wondering if you wanted to be on our team" Stan forced a smile.
Kyle store at him with a blank face, "Um.. no thanks, you guys can do it without me" he said, and walked passed him.
Stan frowned and sped around, "Kyle come on! You have to get out! Sitting in your room in the dark isnt going to do anything but make things worse!"
Kyle glanced up at him, "Oh. Thanks Dad" He sneered sarcastically.
Stan grimiced. "Kyle, you have to get out of this room. You cant stay locked in here forever!
Dont let that fatasshole do this to you!"
Kyle looked down a moment.
"Your worth more then that Kyle" Stan said.
Kyle looked up at him and for the first time let out a tiny smile, not much but atleast a smile.
"Thanks" he said quietly.
Stan smiled, "So, I'm signing you up?"
Kyle's smile quickly fadded and glanced around, Stan knew that look.
"Um, acctually I-"
"Good!" Stan interupted before Kyle had a chance to say no,
"Practice is tomorow at six AM at My uncle's house" Stan headed for the door.
Kyle store at him in shock, "Six AM?!"
Stan looked back to him, "Yeah, Uncle jimbo says we need a lot of practice if we want to win.
We get a hundred bucks each if we do"
Kyle looked down and Stan shut the door behind him.


Cartman toke my hands..
"I chose you" he repeated,
I smiled, "for real this time?"
Cartman smiled that devious smile, "I'm serriously" he replied.
I grinned and leaned in feeling him taking me into his large arms and
pushing his lips against mine, and feeling the warmth of his touch.
Oh, I've missed this so fucking much!
I held onto him closer, then seperated the kiss, "Dont ever do that to me again you stupid asshole!"
Cartman smiled, not responding and pulling me closer. I kissed back then suddenly Cartman pushed me away forcefully.
I saw those dark eyes I recognize from the time Cartman punched me, to when he almost hit me the last time.
I backed away in fear and Cartman laughed, "Like I'd fucking pick you, you stupid jew, stupid jew, stupid jew" the words echoed,
and a bottle appeared in Cartman's hand and he drunk it, "Cartman dont!" I screamed.
Cartmans eyes shot open and he wipped the bottle at me, and I fell back.
Cartman laughed when he saw the glass cut my skin and is now bleeding.
"You really thought I'd pick you?!" he mocked.. "pick you, pick you.." the words echoed.
Then suddenly Cartman jumped ontop of me and squeezed and shoke me violently,
"Cartman! Cartman stop! Please! CARTMAN!" I yelled, Cartman kept pushing me, "It's Ok" Cartman said in a soft voice yet a pissed off face.
"Huh?" I asked in confussion, "Wake up dude" Cartman said shakeing me, I closed my eyes and the voice continued..

"Kyle wake up, come on wake up!" the voice became more clear and Kyle opened his eyes seeing Stan sitting over him with a worried expression,
Kyle sat up and breathed hard, "Oh god.. thank god.." He said between breaths. "It was just a dream.. it was just a dream" He told himself.
Stan put a hand on Kyle's shoulder, "Dude, are you Ok?"
"Yeah.." Kyle said slowly, "Yeah, I'm fine"
Stan looked down to the ground.. Kyle kept yelling 'Cartman' in his sleep. Stan wondered what Kyle was dreaming about..
Obviously it wasent good.. Kyle was STILL panting and freaked out. Stan concidered asking about it, then decided to leave it alone.
He doesnt want to cause Kyle to look back on whatever dream he had. he tried wakeing Kyle up by shakeing a little bit but that just seemed to make it worse.
Stan rubbed his hand comforting on Kyle's back. Kyle looked to him, "What are you doing here anyway, dude?"
"The practices remember? I knew you wouldnt get your ass up."
Kyle looked to the clock seeing it was 6:04 AM.
Kyle closed his eyes and shoke his head. He did not want to get up. espeshily this early.
He didnt want to go shoot stupid targets.
He wanted to lock his room and go back to sleep.. maybe sleep all day.
"Come on" Stan tugged Kyle's arm.
"Stan I-"
"NO! Your going" Stan interupted tugging Kyle's arm harder that forced Kyle stumbling onto his feet and out the door.
They got out and to the steps, "Dude, I have to tell my mom -"
"Already did" Stan interupted.
"Oh Morning Bubby" Shelia looked up at her son, "Have fun shooting targets with your friend" she smiled.
"But Ma I-"
"Come on!" Stan inturupted pulling him out the door. Stan knew if Kyle had the chance he'd try to get out of this,
Stan wasent giving him that chance. Kyle had to get out of his room, out of his deppressionist bubble Kyle trapped himself in.

Jimbo smiled as Stan kept tugging Kyle into their yard.
"Oh hey boys, didnt think you'd make it"
"Sorry were late uncle Jimbo" Stan said, Kyle threw his red bag in the old shed.
He brought of Water and a kosher snack just incase.
"Aw no bigiee, me and nedd just set up some new targets. Want to try em out?"
Stan glanced at Kyle, "You want too?"
"Uh.. nah, you go ahead first"
"Oh come on kid, dont be shy. Just shoot the gun at the black dot in the middle" Jimbo pointed at the target a few yards away.
Kyle looked uncomfortably to Stan then Jimbo and Slowly walked towards Jimbo and ned and toke the gun.
"Now Be carefully sonny, Thats real dangerous equiptment you got there, one mistake on shoot, and pow, you could burn down a whole city"
Kyle stared at him with wide eyes and mouth hung open. "WHAT?!"
Jimbo laughed, "It's Ok , you wont. you just allways gotta be prepared, right ned?"
"Always be prepared" Ned talked into his voice box.
Jimbo held the gun out to him. Kyle store at it.
"Go on kid, take it" Jimbo urged.
"Come on Kyle!" Stan yelled behind him.
Kyle slowly toke the gun from jimbo's hand's and directed himself to the target.
"Oh no kid, You gotta hold it like this" Jimbo directed and Held Kyle's arms out wider.
"And foucous on the little microscope in the middle to get a perfect shot."
Kyle looked to the microscope and saw a close up of what he was shooting.
He aimed it, put his finger near the trigger.
"Good, good," Jimbo instructed. "Now.. steady.. and.."
Kyle prepared himself.
"Fire!" Jimbo yelled and Kyle shot, letting the bullet roar accross the distance and tapped right next to the target.
Jimbo looked, "Hey almost there, Your a natural kid" Kyle smiled at the compliment.
"Come on, I'm gunna take you boys to dodgeing targets" Jimbostarted walking left followed by Ned.
"Their going to have those in the contest. Stan and Kyle followed behind him.

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Kyle tried to get more comfortable on the log he was sitting on.
He watched Stan as his uncle was intructing him how to AIM.
Stan held the gun up shooting onto the targets. They've been doing this for two hours straight.
It's eight in the morning and Kyle wanted nothing more then to go back to sleep.
Jimbo and Ned moved to the next Target, "Stanly, this one you need a different kind of gun beacuse this one doesnt shoot that far"
Jimbo toke the gun from Stan's hand. Jimbo held out his hand, "Ned?"
Ned toke out a different looking gun and handed it to Stan. "Now Stanly, The way to hold this gun is that you-"
"Hey this gun doesnt even have a shooting locker"
Jimbo raised his eyebrow, "No shooting locker?" Jimbo toke the gun from Stan and looked.. no shooting locker.
"Oh." Jimbo said shortly. "Guess this one doesnt work then. Hey Kyle?" Jimbo yelled.
Kyle looked up from the dirt, "Can you go in the shed and get the extra blow down gun? It looks like this"
Kyle sighed and got up, "Sure" he yelled back and started walking.
Kyle grumbled on his way there. He yanked open the old shed door and saw Guns and aimo everywhere.
'Wow, Ned and Jimbo are hardcore hunters'
Kyle went forward to the boxes with names of guns on them, 'Pistol' 'shotgun' 'blow down gun' Kyle grabbed it and opened it.
Yep same gun. Kyle grabbed it and headed for the door, but something caught his eye. He turned a little bit and saw a box with no
label on it. Kyle looked around then slowly creaked towards the box. Kyle opened it and saw a Black Shotgun.. didnt know what kind, but deffinently a gun.
With bullets on the side of it. "my god.." Kyle whispered to himself.
Then beside the gun was a note. Kyle slowly picked it up and unfolded it, feeling anxious Jimbo or Stan will suddenly walk in.
Kyle opened it. 'Just in case' it said.
The way that was wrote gave Kyle a shiver down his spine.
'Just in case? Is jimbo a fucking phychopath?!'
Kyle breathed out and slowly touched the gun, then picked it up out of the box holding it in his hand.
It was heavier then it looked.
Kyle felt his stomach flip as he held it.. the solution to all his problems.
He looked around once more. Noone around.
Kyle Grabbed the bullets and gun and quickly stashed it inside his red bag putting it in the corner, then grabbed the blow down gun heading for outside.
That black one.. is going home with him.

Authors note:
FINNALY DONE! WIth this chap I mean.. UGH! Ive been wanting to get it over with FOREVER! lol.
supprises in next chapter. btw, I made up some names in this thing to make it simpilar,
and I think I totally missed Randy's characrer but whatever.
REVIEWS PLEASE?! :D
Write soon. really, soon.