I think I ruined this story. I basically rushed everything this chapter. I'm so sorry you guys. For these two reasons.

the amount of time you had to wait for the chapter

It's shittyness

I'm sorry. But anyways, here you have it. By the way, this chapter is written on Cartman's point of view. I thought it would be completely necessary, because I write about him more than Kyle. Don't hate me for this, but I like him more than Kyle as well.

Cartman's P.O.V

It's been about two or three weeks since Kyle, Stan, Kenny and I went to Fun land. It was fun, while it lasted. After Kyle and I became friends for the day, we could all agree on which rides to go on. That day, I figured out that my friends weren't really that bad. They don't treat me like shit anymore, after I stopped treated them like shit. I had always hated them since I was a child, but I took them for granted. Now I realize that I'm lucky to have them.

Mine and Kyle's Love boat experience wasn't the only interesting one. Stan made out with Wendy on the dreadful Love boat, but didn't get queasy and throw-up like a pussy. Kyle was really proud of him, and in celebration, Stan agreed to go on any roller coaster we wanted. Even after puking on the Cyclone, the fastest ride at Fun land, he still kept going.

What had made me the most ecstatic were the line-ups. I hate line-ups with a passion, but surprisingly, there weren't many that day. And even if there were, Kenny would find a way to reason with the first group of people in line, and get us a better spot. I realized that going to Fun land with your friends is much better than having it to yourself.

Everything was so perfect. I wouldn't have even had the heart to kill a Jew, that day. I was starting to wonder if I had become another person.

And I did. The day Kyle would smile instead of glare, my whole body lightened.

I had always found a great deal of pleasure or joy out of making Kyle angry. But now I realize that I find an even greater pleasure when I make him laugh or smile. Kyle holds so many emotions over my body- its crazy.

Because of this, I now manage to be friends with him, instead of enemies. I had even agreed to never mock his religion ever again. And he had agreed to never mock my weight, which I can barely feel anymore.

But all of this happened two or three weeks ago.

Right now, I'm sitting through one of Mr. Garrison's classes, learning about useless pop culture junk that no one cares about. Especially not me.

To escape this hell, I raise my hand for permission to go to the washroom.

Mr. Garrison finishes his sentence, and turns his attention over to me. "Yes, what is it Eric?"

"Can I go to the washroom?"

"Be quick."

I close the classroom door behind me, and make my way towards the boys' washroom.

I enter, and find it practically empty. With the exception of Butters, peeing in one of the urinals. I join him, tugging at the zipper on my jeans. He spots me, and smiles warmly.

"Hey Eric!" he chirps, peeping over at me.

"Uh, hey," I respond awkwardly.

"Hey, um, Kyle told me to tell you that he's having a sleepover this weekend," Butters said, finishing his business and zipping up his pants. "You're invited."

This was surprising. I had never slept over at Kyle's house in my life. I had broken into his house a few times, and stayed over, but I never stayed there for the night. I guess I should go, not to miss out on any fun.

Plus, I was assuming Butters was already invited. I could drug him up, and do stuff to him while he was sleeping. That is my favorite part about sleepovers.

"I'll see you there," Butters said cheerfully, leaving the washroom without washing his hands. I made a mental note not to touch his hands or hold hands with him anytime soon.

After a few more seconds, I finish up and head for the sink to wash my hands. I find it completely necessary to wash my hands right after touching my dick. Apparently Butters hadn't thought of that.

I come back into the classroom, and take a seat at my desk. I peer over at the people around me. Bebe is adjusting her make-up, Token is rocking back and forth in his chair, and Clyde is asleep. Kyle seems to be one of the only kids paying attention to Mr. Garrison's opinion on 'Brangelina.'

Reluctantly, I save the day by writing him a note. I quickly jot down words on a yellow sticky paper, and poke him, to get his attention.

He looks over at me, dumbfounded. I show him the sticky, and he unfolds it, and starts reading.

'r u having a sleepover this weekend?'

Kyle flips the sticky over, and writes his own response. He sends it back to me, and I skim through it.

'Yes, I am. I'm actually having it on Friday, after school. You're invited to come; we're going to play lazertag, then play tag at my house at night.'

Oh what jolly good fun. I'm definitely going, I look for every opportunity I can find to kick Kyle's ass. I know that we're supposed to be friends, but it's hella fun getting competitive with his Jewish ass.

Right as soon as I look up from his writing, he mouths something I can't understand. His lips are moving really fast, so I sort of give up on finding out what he's trying to say.

I'm about to give him another sticky note to write on, but the bell stops me.

"Oh, sorry children. You're dismissed," Mr. Garrison announces, and everybody leaves the classroom for break.

Kyle catches up to me, leaving the classroom, and puts his hand on my shoulder.

"I was trying to say that we're having a silly string fight too. Your sticky note didn't have enough room for me to write on," Kyle babbles.

Now I'm even more pumped. My heart beats faster in excitement. Only two more days until Friday.

"Awesome Kyle, I'll totally be there."

"Awesome," he responds, smiling.

I get over to my red packsack, and fish out a snack. I eat two cookies really quickly, but I don't even savor their delicious taste. I'm too busy thinking about the teams we're going to be making this Friday.

Again, I'm so sorry if I disappointed you. However, this story is slowly coming to an end. Pay attention on Kyle's sleepover lots will happen.