Part 2

Hi guys! So, this is going to be the only chapter in this section, then I've decided to completely turn it into a whole other story. I just don't want it to ruin the concept of Part 1. Of course, the characters will still recall the events that happened in the first part, and my second story will pretty much be a nice sequel that takes place years later :) Here is a teaser!

Kenny's Pov

Here it is, our final year of high school. If I told you that things were different from elementary and middle school then I would be lying. Things never change in South Park, and that's just the way we all like it. Well, I guess a couple of things have changed. I have a boyfriend – that shy little blonde boy Butters. Who else is dating in South Park? Stan and Wendy. Shocker much. They've broken up maybe, 250 times by now, they are currently together but we will see how long that lasts. There are a couple other gay couples in my grade as well. There's Clyde and Craig – come on, who didn't see that one coming? Oh yeah, Clyde speaks again by the way. It took a couple years of therapy and getting by with a little help from his friends, and now he's your normal crybaby jock everyone knows and love. Yes, Craig is still your average asshole to absolutely everyone except his boyfriend. That reminds me, there is another famous couple I forgot to mention, but enough about them for now!

Butters made his way through the cafeteria and sat on my lap. We are openly gay to everyone except our parents, and we plan on keeping it that way until we grow more serious like talking about engagement or marriage. No one has touched Butters since he's been with me, and that may be because my peers have all feared me going back to the time I told them that I was unable to die. But if Butters is safe, that's all that matters. Kyle and Cartman have been arguing for the past half hour. Cartman thinks there is a proper side to butter bread, and Kyle thinks that is absolutely ridiculous and immature. "Sometimes I wonder what I have gotten myself into." He said with a chuckle after their make – up. This left Cartman shockingly shy, and everyone around the table exchanging puzzled looks with Kyle. He himself turned rather sheepish. "I mean – finding a friend like him." The fatass threw his arms up in victory and pointed a finger against the Jew's chest with a look of satisfaction. "I AM your friend! Even you admitted it yourself, my little Jewish monster." Kyle…blushed? "Fine! Whatever. You. Are. My. Friend. Happy?" "Very." Eric said after taking a large bite of his sandwich. "Do we really have to listen to these two every lunch for hamburger's sake?" I chuckled and patted my blonde on the head. "Unfortunately, yes. These are our friends, and we are stuck with them for all eternity."

Eric's Pov

So, many of you are probably wondering how I managed to snag the Jew up after so many years. It's kind of a complicated story. Our history teacher assigned us a major project worth half of our grade and chose partners out of a hat. "Eric Cartman." Two seconds later. "Kyle Broflovski." At first, we were both in shock. Then it occurred to me, this is a golden opportunity to torture the Jew. My dismayed look turned into an arrogant smirk, he banged his head against him desk and began to pray to Moses or whoever the hell it is those fags pray to. "Just meet me at my house after school, so we can discuss what we are doing." Kyle grumbled. "But Kahllll, it's Friday night!" "I don't give a damn. Cancel your plans and meet me at five. You can have the leftovers of dinner." "Oohh, so cold!" "I don't know about you fatass, but I want a good grade. And believe me, I'm not having your laziness and stupidity mess this up."

Man, what6 a little bitch. However, I kept my word and met Kyle five after five. I received a message.

Kyle: You're late. Get your ass over here now.

Me: Jesus Christ Kyle, might want to get that sand out of your vagina

Kyle: I DO NOT HAVE SAND IN MY VAGINA!

Five minutes late and he's already crying like a little bitch. I opened the door to be greeted by Kyle's bitch of a mother, who doesn't say a word to me. Yes, I did take him to court in attempts to order him to suck my balls. Yes, I did inject him with aids, and yes, I did make him suck my farts and broadcast it worldwide. So what, doesn't make me abusive and a bad influence. Apparently Kyle was in the bathroom. Fucking hell. I make it my priority to be on time – fashionably late, and I got dick head here jerking off in the bathroom and wasting our valuable time. "God damn it, Kyle! Open this fucking door now and get your sweet little ass downstairs!" "I-in a minute…" Hmm. If I am not mistaken, he seems a little shy. "I'm past beyond waiting for you! I-" I open the door without invitation and there stands our little Jew. Completely flushed in the face, naked with both hands wrapped firmly around his cock. I rush into his room and vomit in his trashcan.

It's only minutes later when I am properly greeted by him as he awkwardly stands behind me. To my surprise, he falls to his knees, groveling and sobbing uncontrollably. "Please, no one can know! I'll be ruined!" I couldn't comprehend the middle part of his speech, since they were muffled by his sniffles. "I'll do anything you want!" "….Anything?" "Yes!" Sniff. I firmly gripped his fiery curls in my hand. Finally, sweet vengeance. "Remember those little games we secretly played when we were ten years old?"

End! Remember, this story will be continued separately!