South Park

*stan gets furious* BUDDY ITS NOT PRETEND!! YOUR AS PLASTIC AS THEY COME!! YOU THINK YOUR SHIT DON'T STINK!! YOU THINK THE REST OF US ARE DUMB! I HATE CARTMANS GUTS!! AT LEAST HE HAS THE GUTS, TO NOT PRETEND TO BE MY FRIEND!!

*stan slaps peep* NO IT'S FINE! REALLY FINE!! GO BE FINE!! *walks away* and your the reason Kenny died.. *walks over to cartman and Kyle*

*Stan walks over* Mind if I push you? *grins* Promise I won't make it weird.

*Tweek starts panicking* AGH! This is all my fault! *Craig tries to hold him* It's not your fault. *Butters starts sobbing uncontrollably* Oh my gosh, what if they never get to see Hello Kitty again?!

Cartman: "What's wrong with you guys?" Clyde: "You... You're..." Kyle: "You're wearing a bra!" Cartman: "Yeah, I am." Stan: "Why?"

*Cartman was wearing a bright pink crop top that barely covered his chest. It was so tight that it looked like it was about to burst, and his stomach was hanging out of the bottom. He had a pair of tiny jean shorts on that were so tight that you could see his underwear. He also had a pair of high heels on, and a pair of sunglasses perched on his nose*

*Tweek suddenly jerks awake* What happened?! Did I miss the punch?! *Craig pats his head* Go back to sleep, babe. *Cartman wheezes* This is better than TV!

*chance came out of nowhere and hugged me and me and Chan were both just laying together on the couch*

*Kyle raises an eyebrow* Since when are you two this close? *Stan looks away, jaw tightening slightly*

why don't we talk more after school, maybe I could, come to your house and we can be with each other

*Kyle's eyes widen* My house?! I mean- Stan: *grins* She's asking you out, dude!

please*I look at Kyle with a seductive look like goth girls do*