Chapter 2

"Bubbla, I need some milk, can you go to the store for me," Sheila called from the kitchen. Kyle stood up walking to the coat rack. "Yeah mah."

Kyle Brofsloski is an intelligent boy who is very scrawny (but had a hint of muscle from sports). Before had worn a green ushanka hat hiding his humongous Jew fro, but now but know that he curled his hair, he lets it out. Ever since he has been in high school, he has had a problem, He was gay. But not like those flaming homos who liked dressing up as pretty princesses, but homo as in liking one guy.

One guy he hated so much.

Kyle sighed walking on the side walk walking past the sign that said 'Now passing Starks Pond.'

Then he stopped.

He walked back to the sign and read the little paper that was sticking on it. 'Come to Starks Pond to welcome the hot Eric C to his hometown. He will be signing autographs and talking about his new album that's coming out soon.'

…God must really hate him…..

After receiving the milk and giving it to his mother, he got out of the house again to go to his best friend's house to tell him the bad news.

"Are you serious, dude," Kyle's best friend Stan asked passing Kyle a drink.

Kyle slowly took it nodding. "Dude….I can't believe he's back."

"Dude, are you going to say hi to him," Kyle looked at Stan like he had two heads growing from his neck.

Stan looked confused for a minute, and then said a small "oh" looking down. Kyle looked at the drink he was holding. "I can't face him! Dude, I gone this long not thinking about him and now he's back to torture my mind again.....and, another problem....Kenny," Kyle paused.

Being out in the open about being gay, Kenny started to find Kyle a little more interesting... thinking of him as more then a friend. After confessing his love for Kyle, the young Jew agreed on going out with him....to keep his mind of the fat lard. Their relationship was good, but Kyle wasn't happy. He wasn't in love. And it was all that Lard assess fault!

"Well, you don't have to talk to him, I wouldn't, and besides, he's only staying to sign and talk to his fans, I don't think you need to worry."

Kyle looked up smiling. Stan always knew how to cheer Kyle up. "Thanks dude, yeah, just one day and he's out."

"What do you mean I have to stay for 3 days," Eric yelled to his manger on the phone. He rarely got to see the dude, and only could recognize his voice.

"Yes, I am sorry Eric, but you still got more and more things to do with this album. I talked to people saying they want to shoot your music videos in your hometown. With all these mountains and cold air should give you a boost into giving it you're all in this album!" Eric took the phone away from his ear, looking at the phone like he wanted to snap it to pieces, but silently counted to 10, and placed the phone back to his ear. "Okay, so where am I suppose to be sleeping at, hmm," The manger chuckled, "Well, I called someone you knew in the past who wanted to see you so badly," A beeping noise was heard and Eric quickly turned around to find a blue Ferrari California rolling up next to him. The window slowly went down showing a blond haired boy smirking at Him. Eric's eyes grew as he finally remembered that face. Then, rolled his eyes crossing his arms onto his chest smirking. "You got to be kidding me...well, I never thought I'd see the day when someone whose- really poor can own a fancy car like this." The man smiled.

"Welcome Home, Cartman, hop in."

"What ever, Kenny."