Chapter Eight

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*meanwhile, cartmans pov*
After Wendy left I started watching Terrance and Phillip. My mom was out partying again so I was all alone. After a while I got a text from Kenny. He decided to come over. Five minutes later the doorbell went off.
"Sup Kenny"
"You seem different."
"Oh uh I mean sup poor kid?" I think he knows something up. Be cool Cartman. Be kewl.
"How was the party last night?" The party was amazing. I smiled at the thought of it.
"Fat Ass?"
"Oh I mean it was okay."
"Just okay?"
"Uhm. Yes?" Be kewl.
"Then where's your jacket?" Dammit Kenny.
"Uh in my room.." He put on the 'I know what's really going on' face of his.
"Fine then you won't mind if we went to your room?" I'm screwed.
"Uh you know it's really messy.."
"It's always messy asshole" he was already walking upstairs so I followed him nervously.
"Wendy's hat?" He holds it in front of my face.
"Uh I wonder how that got in here.." That's not being Kewl Eric!
"Pillows everywhere? Messed up blankets?"
"I had bad dreams last night?"
"Two half empty shot glasses."
"Okay you got me Kenny.."
"Haha I knew it! You and Wendy hooked up!!" He started laughing. "Better yet you slept with her didn't you?!"
"Maybe.. Whatever you do don't tell Stan!!"
"Why not?"
"He'd fucking kill me that's why!"
"Haha true. He would. This is fucking hilarious!"
"Don't push it Ken" He ran out of the house laughing all the way. Great. Now he knows.

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