Lots of stress lately, the only thing that actually gives me peace of mind is this story. If anyone else feels like everyone constantly asks you for help and you feel that you never have the time or place to explain how you feel, then at least we understand each other!

Cartman's Pov

I wish that Kenny and I were a few years older, then maybe we could explore more with each other. Sexual wise that is. Butters go a nosebleed, absolutely wonderful. What pissed me off the most was the two of them chatting like buddy – buddy at recess. I know those two have always had some kind of bullshit connection like Stan and Kyle, but I'll be damned if I let Kenny someone influence him that isn't me.

Kenny's Pov

"Well, I'm just glad that we can spend some time together as friends. I don't think we've done that since the game, and we've all been caught up in our roles and such." Butters said while we walked to the back of the school together. "Yeah, I'm sorry about not being available lately. I've just been busy with things at home and stuff – but I know you understand so I'll save you the speech." I smile back at him. If there's a person who understands everything about everyone, everyone knows that it's Butters. "Well, if you're free tonight we could play Xbox or PsP games at my house tonight?" He politely suggested. I had to decline again, but I tried to give the best reason I could without lying. I really do like spending time with him, and he's really not such a pussy like everyone else says he is.

Butters' very own Pov

I really do think something is up with Kenny, but he is not letting on. So, I'm going to have to figure out what that is without pestering him about it. Because no one likes a friend when they keep bothering you about their problems when they aren't ready to communicate with you about them. In order to do that, I'm going to have to privately talk to others that Kenny is close to. Stan and Kyle don't seem to have much detail about the situation, so I'll leave those two fellas alone. Besides them, Kenny always talks to his younger sister, Karen. If I could only talk to her for a moment without me appearing to be a total stranger danger creep. I don't want my classmates to start thinking I own one of those white vans filled with candy. Since we have different recesses and lunch breaks, I'd most likely have to talk to her right after school ad before she meets up with Kenny for the bus ride home.

"Oh, you're Karen, right? Kenny's younger sister?" I asked shyly, realising that I had never had a conversation with the young girl before. Karen smiled warmly and giggled. "I sure hope so, otherwise I would have been living with the wrong family my whole life! Hey, you're Butters, aren't you?" I was a little surprised to hear that she knew my name. "Yeah, that's me." "Kenny mentions you sometime, and there are a couple of pictures of you guys in the yearbook sitting at lunch and playing at recess." "I've seen you in there too!" I never get the chance to really make small talk with people, but now it was time to go for the big one. "Um, listen…I've been a little worried about Kenny lately. Have you noticed any strange behaviour from him?" She took some time to consider her response before replying. "Now that someone else has mentioned it, yes – actually. I just thought I was crazy though and reading too far into things." "No, I think you're right because I've been getting the same feelings. Even Stan and Kyle think something is up, but Kenny's not telling them anything. How do you usually get Kenny to tell you something's been bothering him?"

Cartman's Pov

That little crybaby fag was always with that dick hole, Craig. Guaranteed by the time they are fifteen they would have started dating. He sat on the steps of the school, neither of them speaking a word but communicating with their expressions instead. Craig rarely said a word to anyone, unless it was Clyde and Clyde accepted that on some days he would rarely say a word to him. I walked up, just as though I was minding my own business. "I need to borrow Clyde for a moment." "Why, fatass?" The snot nosed Craig responded. "That's none of your goddamned business, pussy. You need to stop being so fucking overprotective of your gay – ass boyfriend and allow me to have some words alone with him." He flipped me off, clearly having nothing else to say. Looking concerned, Clyde followed me. "W-what do you want?" Obviously he was still pissed at me from banishing him and giving him a good ass kicking, but goddamnit that was days ago! "Clyde, are you aware of why I am publically humiliating and punishing Kenny?" "No, but it's a pretty dick thing to do." I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. The main reason why I am punishing him is because he stole the stick for his own selfish purposes." The fucking Gaylord laughed at me. "That was just a stupid game! You really are a fucking retard." "Anyway, I thought you deserved a little punishment of your own."

His jaw dropped. "You have no right to. There is nothing you can do or say to make me participate in your stupid, childish games." "Oh, I think I do." Bam! I pulled out a beautiful, naked photo of South Park's biggest pussy jacking himself off in his bathroom. "How did you get that?" He asked, dumbfounded. "Let's not discuss that for now. How about you agree to do everything I say for the next little while and I promise not to show anyone in the school this rather…humiliating photo of you. The smartest thing for you to do would be to agree, since you're not in the best predicament to say so otherwise." He gulped audibly, and I had Clyde Donovan the puppet dangling by his strings in my left hand, and Kenny in my right.

Hey, sorry if this one was a little late! I currently have a friend living with me so I'll be hanging around with him quite a bit. But when his place is ready to be moved into I'll definitely have more time for writing! Don't know how much you guys believe in the paranormal, but we are experiencing something strange that could be considered a haunting…