Author's notes: You guys already know that I do not own South Park, so…yeah.

To answer some of your non-straight-forward questions (meaning that you guys didn't exactly ask the questions, but kinda implying that….you know….uh….never mind.), no, there is no misunderstanding of Wendy's cheating on Stan with Cartman. Remember that episode when Cartman and Wendy were both elected to do that debate thing? And when Wendy realized she was attracted to Cartman? Well, that gave me an idea, and therefore, it is now used in my story. And about the Romeo-and-Juliet thing…perhaps. I never really had any intentions with it (although I always found myself thinking about it), so we'll just wait and see. In the meantime, here is the 3rd chapter of….

The True Meaning of Friendship

Chapter the Third: Stupid Everything!!!!

'I was alone, I was all by myself
Now I was lucky, I was thinking of you
Oh yeah, did I mention I was all by myself
All by myself…'

Stan sighed and let his head crash down onto his desk. Two weeks had past, but here he was, still hurting over the break up with Wendy. What was there to do? All the things he loved to do gave him no more happiness. Stan wanted to be alone – but didn't want to be by himself. He wanted Wendy to die – but then he wanted her to live, so maybe, just maybe…she would return to her old, moral self…and…and…

Stan let out another sigh. Could he ever find life worthwhile again?

When one is in the great depths of sorrow, they tend to forget about the people around them, and how they might have worse problems that oneself. During the aggravating weeks, Stan thought himself the most unluckiest teenager in the world. But little did he know how things were with the people around him – Kenny, for one.

Kenny woke up as the murmurs of his parent's argument floated up towards his bedroom from downstairs. Kenny's home was built poorly – just like how his financial part of life was going. He got up, slipped on a T-shirt and jeans, and went slowly downstairs. The sound of their parent's angry voices got louder as he descended the stairs.

"I want you to go and tell him that you quit!!"

"Honey, we deserve to be happy! You know it as well as I do!!"

"But it's wrong!! I don't want you to go to ja - …"

They stopped and turned towards the dumbfounded Kenny. There was dead silence in the house for a couple of minutes.

"What's going on?" asked Kenny, breaking the tremulous silence.

Kenny's parents looked dishevelled as they shook their heads and tried to calm themselves down.

"It's nothing, Kenny." replied Kenny's mother and left quickly.

"It's just that I can't be perfect." said Stuart breathlessly.

"Neither can I! What's going on, Dad?"

"You can mind your own business, son!" And with that, Stuart stormed out the door.

Kenny stood there in the kitchen, locked in his thoughts. Was the argument about Dad's new job again? What was his new job?

Then it hit him. Kenny quickly ran for the front door and opened it. The Mercedes-Benz that his father now drove was leaving. His father was on his way to work. 'Perfect!' thought Kenny. Now was his chance to go and find out what his father's mysterious job was.

He ran to the garage, jumped on his bike, and took off for his oblivious dad.

The road Stuart was taking went from suburban streets to the slums. "Yuck," groaned Kenny as he saw some dead rats lying around the ground. He even ran over a carcass of one, but accomplished on not to gag.

Stuart's car finally parked at a dark alley. Kenny, being aware of how his father was cautious, hid behind a dumpster about a few feet away. His father looked from side to side, and around the whole surroundings, then slipped into one of the building's back doors.

Kenny waited a few seconds before running towards the door his father went through. The door, fortunately, was unlocked, so he went in smoothly and quietly.

The path from the door led to a room with a table standing in the middle. There were men dressed in black suits smoking cigarettes and weed. "Good. McCormick's here," said one of the men. "You ready for your next task?"

Stuart gulped and nodded silently.

"Swell. We have a huge deal from this one billionaire guy – says he'll pay 2 billion dollars for about 35 kilograms of crystal meth. He lives in Europe though…somewhere around England. How 'bout it, McCormick?"

Stuart hesitated. "You mean I have to fly out to Europe?"

"It's the only way we can deliver the good stuff."

"But what if I get caught! Forget it!"

The man in black spoke in a hostile voice. "Look. You signed here on this contract that you would do anything that we tell you to. There's no backing out, Stuart."

The submissive latter sighed. "What do I tell my wife and kid?"

"Tell 'em you're on a business trip."

"What kind of business?"

"Make up something – come on, McCormick. It's 2 billion g's we're talkin' about right now, and we'll give you at least 50 of it – we promise."

"Yeah," echoed the other men in black.

Kenny, who was watching from behind a wall, involuntarily whispered, "No!"

But nobody noticed the hiss of his voice. They stared intently at Stuart, waiting for his reply.

Stuart agreed finally, but somewhat reluctantly.

The main man in black slapped his back. "You're the greatest, Stuart."

Stuart only nodded.

"Now," said the man, "Let's get the hell outta here."

There was a disillusioned Kenny as he went limply rode his bike back home. No wonder Mom was so pissed off at Dad's new job! No wonder she was always so upset! No wonder – Kenny hated to believe this – how Dad bought him all those great presents!!

He threw down his bike on the front lawn, the bike that his father had bought for him, and dashed inside the house. Once again, his life had turned for the worse. He decided to take his anger out on those tainted drums.

Over the crashing, the symbolling, the riding and the snaring of the drums, Kenny's mind still persisted to be dishevelled. He could see it all now – yes, he could see the future – it was all so obvious! – Dad would probably be arrested and have some severe punishment granted upon him for delivering drugs to other places in the world – and when they finally let him out of jail, the other drug dealers he worked with will be out there to get him…to kill him because he knew too much about the secret drug organization! And probably Mom and himself would be in trouble too…they may think that Dad had told them about the drug organization and might have to keep on eye on them, making sure they don't tell anybody else…

Kenny refused to think more about it. He threw his drumsticks onto the ground. They clattered and clanged as they met the firm floor. 'O, Fates, why do thou hate me so?' thought Kenny. "Why, why, why??!!" cried out Kenny.

End of Chapter the Third

To be continued in Chapter 4

Author's notes: Sorry if this chapter seemed a wee bit short – and didn't do much with the break up of Stan and Wendy, which a lot of you find amusing, but this story isn't just about a boyfriend and girlfriend's breaking up and then moving on with life. It's also about…well, the title explains all, no? Stay tuned.