Hey guys! Thank you so much fror the reviews of the last chapter. They mean the world to me :) I hope this chapter isn't too bad, I had a little trouble writing it. R&R. I do not own South Park!

Kyle sat in awkward silence for a few minutes before attempting conversation with Cartman.

"Hey, um, thanks for the ride..."

"Whatever."

Kyle didn't know what to say. He and Cartman had always had problems with their friendship. It hadn't gotten any better in high school. Cartman hated Kyle with a passion that he didn't really understand. He just went with it.

"Why the hell are you going to this party anyway? It's not like you can dance."

Kyle sighed. "I'm going because Stan asked me to."

"That's stupid. Why ruin everyone else's night just for Stan?"

Kyle was at his wit's end. Every time he tried to talk to Cartman, it would end in fighting. He didn't want to be pissed when he got to the party. He decided to quit while he was ahead.

"Let me out."

"What?" Cartman sputtered.

"Let. Me. Out." Kyle repeated angrily.

"What are you gonna do, walk the rest of the way?"

Kyle thought about it. South Park was pretty small. It's not like it was an incredibly long walk. Anything was better than staying in the car with that asshole Cartman.

"Yeah, I am. Now stop the car fatass."

Cartman slammed on the brakes. No one called him fatass. Not since 9th grade when he spent months dieting and exercising to get in shape. He turned to Kyle and glared.

"Just as you requested, you disgusting Jew rat. Now get the hell out of my car."

Kyle unbuckled his seatbelt and slid out of the car. He slammed the door behind him. Cartman flipped him the bird as he drove away. Kyle paused and thought about what he had just done. He really didn't want to be in another fight with Cartman. He sighed and started walking towards Kenny's house.

He knew he shouldn't have pulled the fatass card. Cartman had worked really hard to lose all that weight. Over the years he had become… Well, hot. He was over 6 feet tall, with a lean and muscled frame. His dark hair barely swept over his chocolate brown eyes. The more he thought about it, the worse Kyle felt. He really should apologize…

Kyle snapped out of it as he arrived at the party. Cartman's car was parked in the street, but he was nowhere to be seen. Kyle put his mission to apologize at the bottom of his list of priorities. Before he did anything else, he needed to find Stan and tell him about the weird dream he had had earlier. He pushed through the crowds of people to the back of Kenny's house. He saw Stan on the other side of the room talking to Cartman and Kenny. He waved as Kyle walked up.

"Heeey, you're heree! Wanna beer?"

Kyle could tell that Stan was already drunk. Along with taking pills for his depression, he had also started drinking recently. Neither of his "medicines" were helping him.

"No, I'm good. Thanks though… Can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Yeah Kylee, whass up?"

Kyle stole a glance at Cartman.

"Can I talk to you alone?" Kyle clarified. Stan nodded and mumbled "Jussa sec…"

Kyle watched Stan walk away. He was already regretting his decision to comply and come to the party. He just wanted to be at home, sleeping. Kenny walked off to talk to Token, and Kyle was once again left alone with Cartman. 'Well,' Kyle thought, 'May as well get one thing on that list done.'

"Cartman?"

Cartman turned and glared at him. He was still pissed about the fatass comment.

"I just wanted to, um, apologize. For earlier."

"Whatever Jew. I don't even care. "

Cartman turned to leave, but Kyle grabbed his hand. His face immediately flushed bright red.

"The hell, Kahl?"

Kyle didn't know what to say. He had no idea why he pulled Cartman back.

"I…"

Kyle's voice drifted off. Suddenly he didn't feel like talking. He watched silently as Trish walked through the door with her new clique. She was laughing and happy, as if nothing had happened between them. Trish made eye contact with Kyle just long enough to roll her eyes at him. Kyle felt like he was going to be sick.

"I have to go." He said quickly and ran out the back door. He didn't stop running until he was concealed by the darkness beneath the trees in Kenny's back yard. He sat against the trunk of one of the biggest ones. He buried his face in his hands and tried not to cry. Was he really such a bad boyfriend that Trish didn't feel any sadness over their breakup?

Kyle had been sitting beneath the tree for over an hour before he heard footsteps approaching him. He looked up and saw Stan walking over to where he was sitting.

"Hey…" Kyle said quietly.

"Hey dude, you're missing the party. What're you doin out here?"

He didn't know if he should tell Stan why he was sad. He didn't want Trish to hate him more. Then again, Stan was pretty drunk. He probably wouldn't even remember this conversation tomorrow. He decided to risk it and tell Stan.

"Well… Okay, you know the new girl Trish?"

Stan nodded excitedly. "Yeah! She's hot as hell. Did I tell you about what we did when I got to the party?"

Kyle froze. "Um, no? What happened?"

"We were both bored so we made out for like 20 minutes! It's was so awesome."

Kyle was at a loss for words. His mind was trying to process what Stan had said.

"Woah, you okay Kyle? You got all white."

"No I am not okay! What the hell Stan? I told you I liked her! We dated for three and a half weeks!"

Kyle cringed as he realized that the truth had come out. He didn't want it to happen like this, but there was no way to take it back.

"What the hell Kyle? You dated the hottest girl in school and didn't even bother to tell me? I thought we were best friends!"

"You're one to talk! How could you be so stupid that you didn't even realize I was dating her? It wouldn't have taken a genius to figure out!" Kyle shouted angrily back.

Stan glared coldly at Kyle. "I'm sorry I'm not perfect like you. Asshole…" He mumbled as he turned and stormed back to the house.

Kyle realized that he's just screwed up again. "Stan, wait." He whispered pathetically as he watched Stan walk away.

He didn't know what to do. His night was getting worse and worse. He just wanted to rewind and do it over again, this time without being an idiot and yelling at all his friends. Kyle didn't know why he was so stressed. He had been fine earlier that day, but once he woke up from his nap...

Kyle thought about the strange dream he had had. He remembered that familiar voice, and the comforting touch of the man that had held him in the street. Kyle came to a sudden stop, realizing that he knew exactly who the person from his dream was. The realization made him gasp. What was wrong with him? Why would he be having dreams about that asshole? And why the hell did it feel so right? He needed answers, and he needed them from the source of the problem.

He needed Eric Cartman.

I hope you liked this chapter. I'm not sure when I'll be able to update next. I'll try to get the next chapter in by friday. I'll be camping from the 7th to the 13th so there probably wont be another chapter until the 15th or the 16th. Sorry for making you wait :(