He'd been having such odd dreams lately; it had never really bothered him before, that the strange French boy had died in his arms that night at the USO show. At least, it never bothered him that anyone could see. He'd always thought he would see Christophe around somewhere, or that they'd end up at school together or something. While he'd never really liked the guy at first, it was painful to lose someone you had only just met.

However, now that Kyle was older, his outfit and his own self matured, he thought about it more and more on a psychological level. Maybe it had just scarred him and he'd become so addicted to Christophe's final moments that he couldn't ever shake the thoughts of the Frenchman. But then, there was one day when he'd heard that there would be a new French student in their high school, and his hopes were heightened to the point they could jump. He chewed at his already jagged nails, waiting for the new student to come to their home room; it was his assigned class, he'd learned that from working in the office second period.

Christophe walked down the hall with his new school clothes on. It had been assumed that he was dead, however he was half-dead. His heart slowed to an almost stop. Lucky for him some people found him, and brought him to the hospital. After recovering in the South Park Hospital, he was soon sent back to live with his grandparents, until CPS figured out why he was found almost dead, and alone. A look of misery was paltered on his face, with a cigarette in his mouth. Even though the school doesn't allow smoking, no one does really much of anything about it when they see students do it.

He opened the door, and Mr.Garrsion said. "Okay class, this is our new student Christophe." The teacher then paused before he continued. "Okay Christophe. Sit next to Kyle." Christophe moved to the empty seat next to Kyle's, and sat down into it. "Diz iz bullzhit." He muttered taking out his cig, and blew the smoke out. "I hate zchool. I could rather be zitting at home." He then added resting his feet on his desk, having no interest in working.

Mr. Garrison smelt smoke, and looked at the new student. "Christophe. Please smoking isn't allowed, and aren't you too young?" Christophe rolled his eyes, and stood up. "Not in my country."He replied sourly as he tossed it out the window. The student then sat back in his seat, and placed his feet back on the desk. He then looked over at Kyle, and asked with a raised eyebrow. "Zo. Are you diz Kyle the teacher waz talkin' about?"

All interest in working had suddenly left Kyle; he was far from any thoughts of school. Not wanting to get in trouble with Mr. Garrison, he swiftly began to write out a note to the other, but was stopped.

"Yeah, that's me..." He offered, chewing his lip. "Do you remember me?" He automatically knew he recognised the other. He just looked far too much like he had when he was younger...but he looked quite a bit older and much sexier. He didn't want to say much more, chewing his lip nervously.

It took the student to remember who Kyle was, but when he did he was filled with joy. "Kyle!How have you been!"Chris exclaimed smiling. "I barley recognized you!" He soon added pulling the teenager into a hug. " I wazn't dead. Although it may have zeemed like it." Chris continued as he let go of Kyle. "Alright alright. Everyone settle down. Let's get back to our notes on the American Government." Mr. Garrison stated turning back to the board. Chris groaned, and whispered to the red-head. 'Az zoon az the bell ringz, let'z get out of thiz clazz.' Christophe [was a master at escaping. After all he did escape death.

The period ended, and all the kids flooded out of the class, and to free, lunch, or another class. Christophe started packing his things rather slowly, he was waiting until Mr. Garrison left the room. When he was wondering around the school yard, he saw that he normally left before any of the students did, which showed how much teachers actually cared in this school.

Kyle nodded a little, awaiting the end of class with baited breath. Christophe completely and utterly stole all of his attention, and the hug caught more than just his own attention. He looked completely and utterly ready to ditch school just to spend time with the other male, but...something was stopping him.


Kenny rose a brow; he was in Kyle's classroom, and he passed by the other as he headed out.

"Hey, Kyle...you going to open lunch today, then?" The whole school knew Kyle didn't have a fourth hour, which was their lunch hour. And, from the looks of things, Christophe wouldn't really care about his classes and probably skip with him. "Coz I gotta find Butters, and I figure we could get a ride with Stan..." Because he was the only one of the four of them with a car.


"Yeah...I...don't know if I'll need a ride, though. You and Stan can take your 'buddies'..." He offered in return, getting up and stepping a bit closer to Christophe.

Meanwhile, Tweek Tweak sat in the back of the class, eye twitching as he stared at the pencil he had permitted someone else to use. It was disgusting; they had chewed upon it and left their nasty germs all over his property. It was enough to bring tears to those beautiful blue eyes, and he tugged uselessly at his blond hair, trying to find a way to get over it, but not quite finding one.

"Gah! Too much pressure!" He cried, but didn't expect anyone to really care.

Wendy left the FACS class, nearly skipping down the hallway with Bebe, the two discussing Prom like it was the last day of their lives and they would totally do anything and everything in their power to make it perfect. Wendy kept blabbing on about how Stan was going to get a limo for her, and that her friend could come as well...but it wasn't really already figured out.

"Zo you want to stay or go?"Christophe asked lighting up another cigarette. If Kyle wanted to go with his friend then that was perfectly fine, but he'd better not expect him to be here when the lunch break is over. "If you want to be with your friendz then that'z perfectly fine. But you won't be seeing me around here." Chrisophe stated with a playful wink. Was he flirting, eh? Maybe, but they knew each other so it was nothing harmless.


Stan soon joined the group, and saw Kyle shift over to the new french student. "Back from the dead eh?" Stan stated looking over at Chris. "Anyways, let's get going, I don't wanna miss out on lunch." He then said looking at Kenny. "Shouldn't Butters be on his way, I texted him a few minutes ago."He said as he pulled his sleeve back and looked at his watch.

Butters was in fact on his way to the classroom. His teacher had held him up since he was being yelled at for sleeping. "Aw geez..I hope we're not going to be missing out on lunch."Butters stated as he reached the classroom. "Well sorry I'm took so long guys." The teen stated out of breath. "My teacher stopped me after class, and yelled at me for sleeping durin' her class." Butters then continued as he caught his breath.

Kyle didn't take long to think. "Guys, I'm going to eat with Chris. He needs someone to show him around and stuff, so you guys go ahead, kay? That was you can take Wendy, too, Stan." Because everyone knew how addicted to her Stan was. They could barely go ten minutes without texting each other.

Kenny turned to Stan, "Looks like it's just the four of us. I doubt your poor little truck could handle the five of us." Because everyone knew that Wendy and Stan were inseparable, except by class. When Butters arrived, he wrapped an arm around his shoulders cooly. The orange-wearing boy had sprouted up around sixteen, and now stood nearly six foot, towering over all of his friends and his little lover. He bent a bit and gave him a long, shameless kiss on the lips, something dirty and sure to leave a tinge of red on his cheeks.

Wendy soon arrived to the classroom as well, Bebe being unglued from her and going to find something else to do for lunch. "Hey, Stan." She greeted, only hoping he'd gotten used to her enough to still keep from puking. She didn't want her new, cute outfit to be covered in vomit and whatever it was that Stan had had for lunch.

Tweek finally stood up, carefully packing his things away in his tattered mustard green backpack, before taking his cautious walk to Craig's classroom. He was positively frightened to death of this walk, but he knew Craig would never come to him. Step. Look right. Look left. Twitch. Step. Stepstepstep. Look right. Look left. Cry out. Twitchtwitch. Stepstepstep. That was the pattern he followed on the way to his secret lover's classroom, finally breaking into a sobbing cry and clinging to the first desk in the row once he got to the class. "OH DEAR SWEET MOSES! TOO MUCH PRESSURE!"

"Where do you want to go?"Chris said pulling the cig from his mouth, and letting it hang from his fingers. He then blew the smoke out with a sigh. After he was released from the hospital he was forced to cut down to at least three cigarettes a week, this was is last one for the week, the rest of the time he would use patches that the hospital gave him, as well as medication just in case the patches didn't work. "I never got a chance to really explore thiz town zince I waz placed in the hozpital." Chrisophe then said as he placed the cigarette back into his mouth. The teen took a large inhale, before moving his hand, and blowing it out into the air.

Stan's nerves calmed over the years. He was happy too, since he could see what Wendy was wearing,and enjoy it. "Yeah, actually, I am."Stan said smiling. "You look cute today."He then stated giving her a bigger smile. He loved Wendy, and was happy that they could go on dates now.

Butters blushed deeply, but he smiled. After a minute he slightly pushed Kenny away, and whispered with a large blush on his face. He also was left speechless. Seconds after Butters was able to speak, but nothing above a whisper 'L-let's get going.'He then took Kenny's hand into his. Butters was still shorter than everyone. He stood at about five feet three inches.

Craig heard Tweek, and sighed. "Everything's going to be okay Tweek. Just relax."He told the twitchy teen. Craig, unlike most kids, was able to deal with Tweek. He also had a crush on him, but he didn't want to worry the kid even more since he had enough to worry about as it is. "Just tell me what happened."He continued as he placed his arms around him lightly.

"I'm not totally sure..." Kyle replied honestly, "Unless you have a ride, we could walk to Wendy's and snag something?" He had money, but not from a job. His Grandmother had sent him money for his birthday, and he had saved it and scattered it's uses throughout the year.

Wendy happily kissed Stan on the cheek, since he had once again overcome the need to puke. She guessed it was just nerves, but it had still grossed her out. Now that he could see and compliment her, though, she blushed softly and offered him her hand. "Aww, you're so sweet, Stanny." It was a wonder he'd put up with her little nicknames; sometimes they were so sweet they'd made normal people cringe.

Kenny grinned a bit at the other's need for privacy, leaning down and lifting his little lover up; despite being the thinnest and probably least muscly out of the group, Kenny had enough in him to be able to lift Butters. Especially since being this close to Butters meant a decent meal at least every night. His little lover was so giving, it was cute, and he loved and appreciated it.

Tweek rocked back and forth in the other's arms, eyes wide and body shaking like mad. Then again, when wasn't it? "Nngh...C-cr-craig...it was a-awful...I le-let Token borrow...my pencil....he ch-chew-chewed on it all hour and then ga-gave it ba-ba-back!" He cried at the top of his lungs, as if that was the worst crime in the world. "Th-that was my o-only pen-pencil." And he couldn't write with pens. He got too paranoid about simple mistakes and would end up having a mental breakdown because his period looked too long.

Chris thought about it for a moment, before nodding his head. "That zound alright."He stated as he took one last puff of his cigarette, then he crunched it under his foot. "Zo how haz your life been, zince our first encounter."He asked stuffing his hands in his pockets, as he looked over at Kyle. He missed him when he was in france. He couldn't wait until he was able to come back to the states, and see him again.


Stan smiled, and took Wendy's hand. "Thanks, and you came up with Stanny?"He asked cocking an eyebrow. Wendy has been testing out different nicknames, one of the worst ones was Stan-Stan. Occasionally, one of his friends would remember that name and start laughing at him. Stanny wasn't all to bad though, not like Stan-Stan

'Oh geez.' Butters whimpered as he was lifted up. "You always surprise me like that Kenny." He enjoyed Kenny's suddenness, it made his life seem more exciting, plus he always had someone to go to now everything he's feeling down, or sick of his parents grounding him.

"Here. I'll give you a whole pack of pencils, and a sharper."He said smiling. "And you don't have to give them out to anyone."Craig added on pulling Tweek close to him, without putting alot of pressure into the embrace. Craig often carried many packs of pencils for this type of situation, since he was Tweek's only real friend, he didn't want the boy to got into a panic frenzy.

Kyle put some thought into his answer as he started to lead the way out of the classroom, leaving his lovey dovey friends and heading for the doors. "Mm...it's been...well, I can't really say boring, because a lot of crazy shit happens in South Park, but...on a normal level, things have just been...stressful." His mother expected him to be absolutely perfect, and he was often caught doing homework at school so he could just go home and play games when he got there. He loved video games, and computer games were great, too.

"Mhm! I was thinking of Sugar Bear, but Bebe said it was too sweet for you. I dunno, though. Maybe Gummy Bear?" She offered, cooing over her own pitiful nicknames that would probably embarrass the Hell out of Stan later if Cartman got ahold of them.

Kenny grinned a bit, kissing his lips over and over again. It was kind of a surprise that he ended up with Butters. The kid was so pure that even Cartman trying to spoil his innocence hadn't worked. And with Kenny being known as the town Slutfacehooker, well, it was a surprise that he'd pick someone so cute and little. "Mm...we gotta wait for the Lovebirds. They're the ones with the vehicle." Because Kenny hated walking if he didn't have to.

Tweek smiled a little, snuggling closer to Craig. His smile was gone, though, when another violent shudder overtook him and he shook in the other's arms. "Mnn...o-okay..." He nodded. He was happy, but at the same time he was still a paranoid wreck. "C-can we go g-get some co-co-coff-coffee?" It was the only other thing that calmed the boy down.

Seeing everyone coupled up like the way they were got Chris thinking. Then without warning he asked "I zee that all of your friendz have coupled up?What about you? Do you have zomeone special?"It was an innocent enough question, especially for someone who was gone for a few years. Chris then took a packet of nicotine gum, and popped one into his mouth. "The hozpital told me that I cannot zomke az much az I did, before."Christophe stated changing the subject rather quickly with a less than enthusiastic tone of voice.


Stan cringed deeply at the names. "W-wendy, please don't call me that. It's too painful."He told her.'And Cartmen would have too much fun. He's always had too much fun with the names you gave me in the past."Stan continued as he looked back on the memories with an unhappy expression on his face. "He would just kill me with the names you just told me..."Stan didn't want to repeat those names, not if his life depended on it.


Butters face still was bright red, as he had his arms draped around Kenny's neck. Since Kenny gets into accidents almost every week, he often visited him at the hospital, and tried his best to make him feel better. Over time, he became attached to Kenny, and then he fell in love with the pain-magnet. "B-but make sure you be careful." Butters warned Kenny. "You already went to the hospital three times this month."He soon added with his red face going away slightly.



Craig nodded his head "Sure. Let's get going, I'm sure everyone has already left."He stated pulling away from Tweek slightly. Craig felt bad for the teen. Even when they were younger he was like this, only Tweek's parents now had help to get Tweek dressed in the morning so that his clothing wasn't in a mess. "And I'll buy this time, since you bought last time."Craig added on as he went over to collect his things.

Kyle looked over at the other, nodding a little, "Everyone pretty much has except Cartman; but I don't think he'll ever find someone who can put up with all his shit." The redhead explained, then paused, "I...don't have anyone, no. Stan and Kenny are always trying to hook me up with some girl or another, but...I don't really...like girls." And then a pause, "I'm sorry?"

Wendy frowned, "Oh, but Stan, you used to love all my nicknames." She looked positively put-out that he wouldn't want them, because she had spent so much of her time thinking of something that would fit him perfectly; and now he rejected them. Tears started to form in her pretty brown eyes, and she almost looked like she'd be the one producing water for the whole city for the next week or so.

Kenny nodded a little, "Least I'm doing better than in Fourth Grade." The taller blond offered, head tilting a bit. "I died every day and ended up being perved up by Damien so I could come back to Earth every day. He had to use those Assmaster powers of his on me all the time." And he wouldn't let anyone forget it anymore. Damien had also matured into quite the looker, and Kenny wouldn't fail to miss an appointment with Satan's child.

The boy nodded weakly, licking his lips before gulping loudly and slowly, shakily standing up. He didn't offer a hand to Craig, but not because he was rude. It was all because he was simply afraid to touch hands with people.

Chris nodded his head to Kyle's reaction, and was pretty shocked when he said that he didn't like girls. "Oh. I can't zomke az much az I uzed to."The teen said placing the gum packet back in his pockets. "I hope I'm not intruding on anything, but if your friendz keep trying to get you to date a girl, why not tell them you're not intezted in zhem." Christophe then asked as he turned the corner into another hallway.


Stan gasped, and said quickly. "No no no. I love your nicknames. Cartmen is just a dick head. You can call me whatever you want." the last thing he wanted was to make Wendy cry. Then her friend Bebe, might go on an anti-male rant again, and tell her to break up with him. "So don't cry Wendy, please." As they reached the room, he hoped that Wendy stopped crying or he'll look like such a dick in front of all his friends.


"That's true." Butters stated remembering all of the times he was killed. "But at least you were brought back to life, but I've always wondered who brought you back?" He then asked looking at the rest of the group. That was true also, hopefully Kenny would be able to respond.


"You ready?"Craig asked as he walked back over to Tweek. He then handed him a pack of tissues, since Tweek had been crying. "Here."Craig stated handing them to the distraught teenager. His nose was a bit runny, and he doubted that Tweek would use a tissue handed to him, so he just gave him an entire package.

Kyle nodded a little, "I'm sorry..." He had heard it was such a bad addiction that you couldn't do much about it. "Well...I could help you try to stop?" He offered, before blushing. "I can't tell the guys I'm interested in dudes! I'd get my ass kicked." Even though Kenny was interested in both and nobody really cared.

Wendy smiled a little, now, her tears gone almost instantly. She was used to getting so upset and then suddenly being fine again, so she was sure Stan was, too. "Aww, Stan, you're so sweet!" She smiled happily as she reached forward and kissed his lips as they arrived. "So, who's coming with us today?"

Kenny purred, holding Butters close and kissing him over and over again. "Mm...Damien and his dad are good friends o' mine. Do you remember Damien, baby?" The taller blond questioned, kissing him gently and for a rather long time. "He's pretty cool. I think he likes me, though."

Tweek was wiping at his face with his sleeves, but soon took the tissues and began to fold them perfectly on the line. He had to be sure that they would be perfect or he couldn't put them to his face. He blew his nose until it hurt, and wiped at his eyes until they were drier than the desert. Blinking a little to wet them again, he slowly got up and moved to hug onto Craig. He hated being separated from the other. "Nn....s-so are we going to m-my pa-pa-par-parent's...store?" Nobody knew the whole story, but Tweek was honestly frightened to death by his parents. If anyone knew, it was Tweek, and if he felt that Craig should know, he would eventually.

Chris shook his head, and sighed."No thankz. Thankz for the offer though."He stated blowing a bubble,before sucking it back itno his mouth. "I doubt that. I remember Ztan, and he doezn't look like the type to go, and do zomething like that."He shortly stated after. "He'z more of the peace keeper in your group it zeemz, but what do I know."The frenchmen stated waving his hand in the air removing the idea from his head.


Stan sighed with relief, and smiled when she kissed him. "Kenny, and Butters. Kyle went off with this kid named Christophe. "Stan stated as he entered the room. "Four is good enough, I don't think Kenny's car can handle five people."He stated chuckling and rubbing the back of his neck.


It took Butters a moment, before he nodded his head. "Well, it's pretty nice of them to keep sendin' you back."He stated smiling. Butters then turned his head and saw Stan and Wendy. "Hi Stan and Hi Wendy."He stated smiling, and waving, while still in Kenny's arms.



"If you want to."Craig stated patting Tweek's head. "Or we could stop by the store across the street, if it'll make you feel better."He always felt that Tweek was uncomfortable around his parents, but he didn't want to pressure him, Tweek already had enough problems."Let's get going."Craig stated as he let go of Tweek, he then took him by the wrist, and walked him out of the classroom.

Kyle nodded a little, before blushing. "To be honest? I'm more worried about Cartman. He'd probably go Neo-Nazi on me and kill me for being a gay Jew." He pointed out, sighing a little. "I really can't have him knowing about this. It would be the end of life as I know it." That is, unless he had a big, scary boyfriend like Christophe to fight the fat ass off. That could work out just fine. "Hey...I have an idea. Would you mind doing me a favor?"

Wendy smiled, "So we aren't taking your truck? Oh, hey, Butters!" She greeted cutely, her high-pitched voice slightly calmed down in her older age.

Kenny's cheeks colored a little, and it was obvious now that he didn't wear his hood anymore. "Mm...so we are taking my car? That's gonna be your fault if she breaks down." Berta was the name of his car, and she had feelings and everything. "Mm...Stan, you wanna drive? I'm afraid I may be a bit...busy." He gently but seductively kissed the other's lips.

"L-let's...let's go to the...the Harbucks." He offered, "I w-want some kind of flavored...something." Because he liked the commercial flavored coffees sometimes better than what they made at his own store. Well, it wasn't his, yet, but his father planned to give it to him someday. Just the thought made him cry out, "TOO MUCH PRESSURE!"

"What iz it?"Chris asked looking at him."Do you want me to kick Cartmen'z azz? I'll be more zhan happy to."He continued wanting to kick someone's ass, since his temper has shortened greatly. And as if on cue, the ever fatter Cartmen appeared from a classroom."Hey Kyle!Gimme your lunch money!"He exclaimed approaching the two of them. He forgot all about Chistophe, since he was too busy making fun of Kyle all these years. Christophe looked at Cartmen, and said flatly "No. Now get away from uz you tub of lard."Cartmen didn't like the comment, and turned his attention to Chris. "'zhut up.'"He replied mocking him. Chris didn't like that, he sighed, and shook his head "Pleaze. I don't want to deal with an ugly creature zuch az yourzelf. Zo let uz go, or I'll make you eat your bookz."


The teen chuckled"Sure, Kenny,just behave yourself."He told the blond. Stan then heard kids gathering outside, and looked out. He then sighed ,and said. "Cartmen's fighting someone again."The kids smelt a fight coming on, it was in their genetic code. They watched on as Cartmen and Chris grew angrier.



Butter's face turned deep red. 'Aw geez....He whispered hiding his face in Kenny's neck. He was easily embarrassed, and with Kenny as a boyfriend he was beet red almost all of the time these days. Butters then looked up at Kenny, and said. "Well alright, but just don't do anything rash."The last thing he wanted was him and Kenny getting it on in a moving car with people around, specifically his friends.

Craig hugged Tweek. "Relax, relax."He told the teen. The last thing he wanted was Tweek going into one of his panic attacks. "It's going to be alright, Tweek...now take deep breaths."Craig continued in a soft soothing tone.

That wasn't quite what Kyle had wanted, but it looked like that was where everything was heading, since Christophe and Cartman were already in fighting positions. "You're gonna lose, fatass." The redhead nodded indefinitely; it would be like pitting Craig versus Clyde. It just wasn't something that you did, to be courteous.

Wendy had left Stan's side to peer out the door. "Is that the 'Christophe' kid you said Kyle was with? No wonder why Cartman's fighting him." Because anyone who tired to help Kyle got into a fight with that nasty Jabba the Hutt imitation.

Kenny sighed, "I really don't wanna put up with Cartface. Can we just go?" He'd much rather sit in the back seat with Butters and do all sorts of naughty things to him. It was just in Kenny's nature to molest when he had the chance; even at the moment, he had his hand halfway down the back of Butters' pants, groping him happily.

Tweek shook a little as he clung to the other, sniffling and holding onto him for dear life. "L-let's go..." He tried to back out of the classroom, shoving into someone and screaming before rocketing back into Craig's arms, clinging to him tightly. "THEY'RE GONNA GET ME!" He wailed, eyes slammed shut. He didn't realize it was just kids lined up to watch a fight.

Cartman ignored the comment, and commenced the fight. He swung at Chris, but being that he play fought his older brothers back at France, he was more than ready to beat Cartman's ass. Chris dodged the attack, and came up with a punch. It hit the fatty teen in the chin, sending him back a bit. that slowed Cartman down, but not stop him. He then came at Christophe with a series of kicks, which Christophe easily dodged. The frenchmen then swung his leg around, and hit him with a roundhouse kick, sending Cartman into the lockers. He fell onto the floor, and seemed defeated. Chris went over to Cartman, and looked down at him, then he came back to life, and gave Chris a good punch in the face, sending him a few feet away. His lip was bleeding, and soon Cartman came after Chris with a series of punches. Soon Chris had a broken nose, and a black eye, before he was able to bounce back. Christophe was able to give Cartman three good punches, and kicks before Cartman fell to the ground defeated.

Tired, Christophe sunk to the floor. He spat out his gum along with some blood. Zthat's what you get!You fat azz!"He exclaimed before sighing deeply. Cartman soon got up, and glared at both boys. "I swear to fuckin' god Kyle!I'm going to kill you and your boyfriend!"Cartman then angrily walked out of the school building. Christophe stood up, and patted Kyle on the shoulder. "Ignore him. He iz juzt an azzhole."He reassured Kyle. The boyfriend comment stuck with him though, but he didn't bother bringing it up.

He felt Kenny's hand, and blushed even more. Butter's didn't move it however, he normally let Kenny do what he wanted, since he did love Kenny, and loved what he did to him, most of the time. "I hope Chris is okay. Cartman is so mean..."He stated looking back at Kenny, who seemed just plained annoyed.

"Relax Tweek. Fatman, and this new kid are fighting."Craig stated holding the boy. "Relax..."Craig repeated in the same calm soothing voice. "The fight should be over soon anyways. Everyone knows Cartman can't fight."He then said remembering the fight he has with Wendy.

As soon as Christophe returned to him, Kyle hugged onto him and sighed. He felt pretty bad for the other's beaten face, "Let's get you to the nurse." As much as they didn't want to admit it, Cartman did have a bit of power behind all that fat. His legs were strong, having to carry that all around all the time.

Kenny smirked a little, carrying Butters out as he made the way to his car, Wendy and Stan behind him. He handed over his keys before climbing in the back, almost trying to get Butters' pants off so he could play some more.

Tweek nodded a little, several times, closing his eyes and sighing. He still shook like a maniac, but headed out of the outside world, anyway. "I...h-hope the new kid is o-okay.." Because nobody rooted for Cartman.

"No no. Let'z juzt ztop at my houze. I have ztuff at home. I don't truzt zchool nurzez."Christophe said looking at Kyle. "We're cutting zchool any remember."Chris added chuckling. He then spat out more blood, he made a face and sighed. The group of kids started to dispurse, soon they were all alone in the hallway.

Stan saw that Kenny was trying to get Butter's pants off. He sighed, and blushed lightly. "Kenny behave yourself, or I'll give you the keys."He then unlocked the car, and opened the door for Wendy. Then he went around and opened the driver's seat.



Butters blushed deeply, seeing that Kenny was trying to keep his pants on. He held them up, so that the other blond would get the hint. "S-stan said to behave..."Butters managed to say in a whispered voice.

"I'm sure he's feeling just fine. He looks tough."Craig stated pulling Tweek lightly out of the room. He never really liked Cartman either, but he also had a beef with Kyle, because of the pan-flute band incident. Even though everything is over and done with, they still took his $100, and got him sent to Peru.

Kyle nodded a little, looking concerned, "Still want to go to Wendy's?" He questioned, head tilting. He totally meant the restaurant, by the way. "I can buy.." He wasn't sure if Christophe even had American money, yet. Happily enough, he set about leading the other outside. "And do you have a car or something?"

Wendy giggled a little behind her hand; truth be told, she wouldn't mind watching Kenny and Butters doing some naughty things in the back seat. The thought of guy on guy action still made her tingle a little. "Mm...so, Stan, where are we going for lunch?"

Kenny pouted a little and sighed, simply moving to cover the young Stotch's neck with kisses and love bites; so much so that his little boyfriend had ended up needing a scarf or turtle neck to hide them, as of late. "Fine, I'll behave myself...Never said I couldn't touch him."

Tweek just nodded a little, closing his eyes and nuzzling into Craig. "S-so...wan-wanna grab som-some cookies or a pr-pret-pretzel at H-har-harbucks?"

Christophe nodded his head, but then felt the after effect of Cartman's punches. He leaned forward, and sighed deeply. "O-on zecond thought, we can order food at my houze. I-I might be getting a headache, and yez I have a car."Christophe stated feeling real sick. The punches Cartman gave him hurt him more than he thought. "Here theze are my keyz/ You drive...."He said taking off the keys from around his neck. "My car iz a dark green."The frenchmen told Kyle feeling more and more light headed. Eventually, he couldn't help but take the other's shoulder, and hold on to it, to prevent himself from falling or tripping.

"Pizza?" Stan suggested looking over at Wendy as he pulled out of the student parking lot. They passed Kyle and Christophe, and got to see the extent of Cartman's damage. "Looks like Chris is about to faint."Stan stated as he pasted the two.

Butter's face was still bright red, but he enjoyed Kenny's shenanigans, he would share them as well. Butter's has always been a shy kid, and he didn't want his parents finding out that he was gay, since they were strict enough as it was, plus he didn't want to get the church involved in his business again.

Craig smiled and nodded his head. "Whatever you want. I'm like both, so I don't mind."He told Tweek smiling at the teen. "You can have whatever you want."Craig said nodding his head again. He wanted to make Tweek as happy as possible, he needed to have a little stress as possible in his life,since he's already messed up slightly.

The more Christophe leaned on him and spoke, the more Kyle worried, and the more hatred boiled in his gut. He knew exactly what he'd do, now, and nobody would care; not even Cartman's overindulgent mother. He made sure Christ was okay and laid down in the back seat before getting in up front, starting it up and searching the parking lot for Cartman. Once he found him, he licked his lips and gunned it, slamming into him and sending the fat pudge-monster sprawling to the ground with, probably, a broken leg. He then sped out of the parking lot, knowing everyone hated Eric and that he probably wouldn't really be dealt with with too much care. That's what you get, fatass. Leave him and me alone. Besides, he's not my boyfriend...I doubt he's even gay. He thought to himself.

Wendy turned just in time to see the green car behind them smack into Eric, and she looked up at Kyle, who was grinning maniacally. "He did it...he finally did it. Kyle's snapped and tried to kill Cartman." Her voice lacked any sympathy for the fat one, though; she felt more for poor Kyle. It had only taken him seventeen years before it happened; in her opinion it should have happened sooner.

Kenny glanced back and grinned, "And now he finally knows what it feels like to get run over." He stated smugly, snuggling his Leopald close and kissing his lips triumphantly.

Tweek twitched upon hearing someone stomp on the gas out front, and, just in time to see Cartman get hit, he wailed suddenly about the mafia and the Avon lady coming to get him as he leapt up into Craig's arms.