Well here's chapter 2. Like I said before, this chapter doesn't have a song for it. I couldn't think of a good song to suit it.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy! =D

"Kyle! Kyle!"

"Dude, wake up!"

"Please wake up, bubbi!"

"Wake up, son!"

I hear all these voices running through my mind, and I'm not sure if they're real or not. They sure do sound real, but I can't open my eyes, so I can't be certain.

I'm not sure where I am or what's happening at the moment. I can't feel anything and all I can see is darkness. It's surrounding me, preventing my vision.

I lie like this for what seems like hours, though I can't actually tell. It feels like my whole body is just dead and lifeless, along with all my senses, except for my slight ability to hear faint sounds.

I wonder if I'm dead. I don't think I am because if I was, wouldn't I be going up to heaven? Or maybe down to hell? No I doubt I'd be going to hell. I've made so many mistakes in my life, but nothing too serious.

Maybe I'm almost dead. Maybe I'm lying in a hospital or something, and my life is slowly slipping away from me. That would explain my inability to move or feel or anything like that.

Another few hours seem to pass, I think, and I'm starting to be able to feel again. Yes, I can feel the tips of my fingers twitch, though I can't actually see them. They twitch of their own accord a few more times and then they move from my command. I weakly drop them and I feel something leathery underneath me, probably a sofa.

I feel my toes move too, as well as my arms. They don't move too much, only twitch now and then but it's still movement.

My hearing gradually starts to improve and I can hear people in the room now, and I'm able to make out who they are. I hear the loud cries coming from my mother from the corner of the room, and I hear my dad saying comforting words to her, probably hugging her also.

I hear Ike sobbing too, and someone is comforting him also. It sounds like Kenny, but I'm not too sure.

Then there are two other voices which stand out the most since their voices are the ones I've been thinking hard about for the last few weeks…Stan and Cartman.

I suddenly feel the need to see them. I have to. I have to see them all, so I can hug them all individually and tell them that I'm ok so please stop the crying. I can't stare into complete darkness any longer.

I use all my strength to open my eyes, but I can't. It feels like they've been glued shut, and they won't open.

After a few minutes of trying, I give up. It's no use. My eyes simply won't open. I have to make do with just listening to the voices of my friends, family and the two I love.

All I can hear for the next half hour, I think it's about half an hour, is the sobbing sounds coming from everyone. I know by everyone's distinctive crying sounds roughly where they are in the room. My parents are at the corner of the room, probably sitting on a couch. Kenny and Ike are near them, and Stan and Cartman are beside me, one on either side of me so I can hear them crying the most, except for my mom. She has the loudest wailing sounds.

Finally I hear a very soft whisper, though I can't make out who it is over the loud weeping sounds coming from everyone, mainly my mom. And then I hear people standing up and their sobs quietening down. They walk to the side of the room and I hear them all walking out the door, taking large heavy steps. I hear the door close behind them and for the minute I think I'm alone.

I'm instantly surprised when I feel a hand on mine, confirming there's one other person in the room with me. Their hand is soft and warm and I like the feel of it on my cold hand. I desperately want to be able to open my eyes and see who it is. It could be anyone!

The unknown person squeezes my hand tightly, a bit too tightly, and I wish I could tell them to loosen up. They're hurting me. As if they could read my mind, the person loosens their grip, and I relax again. Whoever that person is, their face comes closer to mine, and I can feel their cool breath on my face. It feels nice.

I can also smell the scent of their breath and I inhale weakly, enjoying the aroma. It's such a familiar scent, though my mind is so fucked up at the moment that I can't remember whose it is. I'll probably remember later on.

I feel something brush gently against my cheek, and I guess it's the tips of the person's fingers. It tickles me slightly and I want to just let out a giggle, but I can't. My mouth won't open either, as well as my eyes.

Suddenly, something soft and warm presses gently against my lips, and I instantly feel all my senses return to me! My eyes open in a second, though it takes a minute for my vision to clear, and I feel my arms slowly wrap around the person's neck of their own accord, surprised to feel them move so much at all. I deepen the kiss, nearly sure who the person is; their lips are so familiar.

The person suddenly gasps and pulls back immediately, revealing their face. A smile slowly spreads across my face, for I knew it was him.

Eric Cartman.

He gawks at me with his beautiful brown eyes widened and I gaze back, my smile broadening slowly in delight. I weakly lift my head and give him a quick kiss on the cheek, making a light blush creep onto his face.

A happy tear rolls down his cheek and he throws his arms around me, lifting me up in the process. I feel strength return to my body and I hug him back tightly, surprised when I realize my eyes overflowing with tears. I'm not exactly sure why I'm crying. I guess it's happiness to know I'm ok or maybe it's happiness to be in Cartman's arms again, or maybe it's sadness to know I'll have to choose between him and Stan again.

When he finally releases me, I sit up and glance around at my surroundings. I am, as I predicted, lying on a sofa in my apartment with a warm blanket thrown over me.

"K Kyle?" says Cartman, his voice coming out strained, surprising me.

I glance up at him, and I'm surprised to see tears streaming down his face, staining the front of his shirt as they drop onto it.

"Yes, Cartman, what's wrong?" I ask anxiously, surprised my voice comes out so clear.

"I… I…" He shuts his eyes for a moment while he takes a deep breath. Then he opens them again and more tears come out. "I thought you were dead…" he whispers, and I see his hands shaking wildly, probably with fear.

I stare at him in shock for a moment, before slowly dragging myself off the sofa and walking unsteadily towards him, my head starting to spin. My legs are weak underneath me but I don't stop walking. I need to go over and comfort him. I head towards him and then my legs give way, and I collapse. Luckily, I land safely in his arms, where he pulls me up to him and holds me tightly.

"Cartman…" I whisper, unsure of what I'm about to say.

He squeezes me tighter, tears falling onto my shirt, staining it, but I don't give a fuck.

"What happened?" I ask him. "I don't remember anything."

He lifts me off the ground, holding me like a bride, and then sits down on the sofa and gently places me on his lap, like a small child. I rest my head on his shoulder as he begins to speak.

"After I told you to go with Stan, you just seemed to…" He paused as he thought of the right words. "Drop unconscious or something. You weren't moving for ages and your breathing was very shallow. I… I thought you were going to die." His voice dropped at the last sentence and I give him a comforting kiss on the cheek, before I ask another question. "Why didn't you take me to the hospital?"

"I was going to," he answers. "But I know you're allergic to a certain type of medications but I wasn't sure what ones. And your mom was too upset to remember so I was scared that if I brought you to the hospital and they used the medications you were allergic to…" He pauses and shoots me a pained look. "You could have died instantly."

I give him a quick smile before hugging him. "You did the right thing," I say, and he smiles gratefully.

He rocks me gently in his arms as we hug for the next few minutes before my curiosity takes over, ruining the peaceful moment. "Where are the others? They were here earlier, weren't they?"

He nods. "They left. I told them to. I wanted to be alone with you before you…die." He winces at the word and then his eyes widen, as if he just thought of something. "I just realized how selfish I am for doing that."

I don't really understand what he's talking about and so shoot him a questioning look.

"I'm so selfish for telling the others to leave," he begins to explain. "If you did die, then I would have been the only one here with you, to say goodbye. The others wouldn't have gotten the chance to say their final goodbyes, and it's because of me. I didn't realize how selfish I was being. I didn't even bother to think about this. I should have even just let Stan-"

I interrupt him by pressing a finger to his lips, instantly silencing him.

"Cartman, stop," I say, my voice coming out sharper than I intended. "Stop discouraging yourself about everything. I am not dead so you weren't selfish."

I smile and place my hand on his cheek, making him cringe, startled. "And I love you," I add. "So stop telling me to choose Stan and all that crap. That's the reason I fell unconscious. You scared me by saying that. You made it sound like you wanted me to pick Stan… as if you didn't love me anymore…."

As soon as the words leave my mouth, Cartman pins me by the shoulders and shakes me wildly. "Kyle, don't you ever say that! You hear me?! Not ever!" he shouts, his face reddening with anger.

The mad tone of his voice startles me, and my head jerks up from his shoulder as if it's been pulled. I stare at him in surprise and hurt, upset that I angered him.

He gives me an apologetic look and squeezes my hand while looking me in the eyes. "I'm sorry, Kyle," he says softly. "I didn't mean to snap. I just can't believe you would even think that! I love you so much, and that will never change."

I smile and plant a gentle kiss on his lips, making the two of us blush.

"So you still haven't decided between me and Stan?" he asks, and I shake my head. "Well, when will you know?"

"Soon," I promise him, and lean my head against his shoulder again, nearly falling asleep in this cosy position.

After calling everyone and telling them I'm ok, I sit down in my bedroom alone, so I can think over this thing with Cartman and Stan again, for the millionth time!

I'm still so unsure who I'm picking. I love them both so much.

I'm only thinking for about five minutes before I'm interrupted by the door suddenly swinging open, making me jump in fright. A familiar person walks in, and a smile lights up my face.

"Stan!" I cry in delight, scrambling off the bed and throwing myself in his arms.

He nearly collapses from me rushing into him but he takes a step back and manages to regain his balance. He hugs me back and my smile widens.

"Kyle, I'm so happy you're ok!" he cries, and I can hear the delight in his voice.

"I'm glad I'm ok too, dude," I chuckle, and we release each other.

He presses his lips against mine taking me by surprise. Before I even comprehend what's happening he deepens the kiss, bringing his arms around my waist to bring me closer towards him.

I let out a moan and he smiles into the kiss. My head finally starts to grasp what's going on, and I restore my train of thought. I gently push Stan away and take a deep breath, my cheeks as red as Jew tomatoes, as Cartman once put it.

Stan stares at me for a moment before smiling sheepishly. "Oh, umm…sorry, dude. That was a bit too quick for you," he says and I giggle.

"It's ok, Stan," I answer.

He chuckles awkwardly and walks past me to sit on my bed. I sit beside him and we start talking, just like that first night out together. It isn't long before we're making out, enjoying every minute of it. Damn, both Stan and Cartman are just making it harder for me to choose between them!

Finally that day ends and the next day comes around. I wake up early and get dressed. I decided last night that I was going to choose today between Stan and Cartman. I couldn't wait anymore. If I waited any longer I would have exploded!

I called Stan a few minutes ago and asked him to come over. He seemed to sense the seriousness in my voice and said he'd come over immediately.

I went in and told Cartman that I need him to come in and wait for Stan to come so I could talk to them both together. By the look on his face, he knew what I wanted to say. He knew I was making my choice today, and he looked nervous.

And now here I am. Both Stan and Cartman are here. We're in the living room and Stan and Cartman are both sitting on the sofa in front of me, about a metre away from each other. I'm standing in front of the couch, eying them both occasionally.

No one says a word for a long time, and I finally realize that I have to speak first.

"You guys know what I want to say," I begin, clearing my throat before I go on.

They nod in unison, and if I wasn't in such a solemn mood I would have laughed at how zombie-like they looked.

"I've finally chosen," I declare, feeling as if I'm saying a speech at a huge meeting or something. "The person who I don't pick, I'm really sorry. It's not that I don't love you. It's just that I love the other person more."

I take a deep breath before going on. Then I shoot both the guys a glance before my eyes rest on Stan.

"Stan?"

He looks up instantly, locking gazes with me. I sigh as I stare into his bright blue eyes. They're so full of curiosity and hope, that it just brings me down to say the next sentence.

"Stan, I'm really sorry. But you…… are not my choice."

His face falls and his eyes widen in shock. He drops his gaze and stares down at the floor, tears springing his eyes.

Next to him, Cartman's eyes also widen but his mouth forms into an overjoyed smile, showing his perfect teeth.

I have mixed emotions at this moment. I feel so sorry for Stan and I know I'll feel guilty for hurting him for a while. I'm also delighted about me and Cartman. I know I made the right choice and Cartman and I will be happy together forever, just like we were before this whole thing happened.

I'm also relieved that the choice is finally made. I don't have to wrack my brains for such hard answers anymore. I can go on living through life with the decision I made.

I shoot Cartman a quick smile before looking back at Stan, the smile instantly disappearing from my face. I slowly walk over to him and hesitate for a moment before throwing my arms around him.

I gently pull him to his feet as I hug him, and he hugs me back, while sobbing on my shoulder, staining my new shirt I have on.

"I'm so sorry, Stan," I whisper in his ear. "But I just don't feel like we were meant to be. I think we're suited more as super best friends than lovers, though I still do love you." I pause for a moment and then add, "You'll find the perfect person someday. I know it."

His crying sounds start to quieten down and he pulls away from me, shooting me a grateful smile. "Thank you, Kyle."

I smile back. "You're welcome, Stan."

I give him another quick hug before looking at Cartman and heading towards him. He jumps off the sofa without hesitation and embraces me tightly while burying his delighted face into my hair, surprising me.

That's one of the things I love about Cartman. He is full of surprises!

When our hug ends, he pulls my body against him, pressing his lips against mine, making my body feel weak and my heart race. I deepen the kiss and wrap my arms around Cartman's neck, pulling him deeper.

When we finally release each other, we are both flushed and my heart feels like it's on fire. Cartman's eyes have a new look in them now, I realize, as I gaze into them. They aren't empty and lifeless anymore. They're full of life and full of joy, which makes me very happy.

"You know, you two are actually kinda perfect for each other," says Stan, and Cartman and I both glance at him in surprise.

He chuckles at our surprised faces and then explains. "I'm very happy for you both. And, Kyle?" He looks only at me and I raise an eyebrow in response, waiting for him to go on.

"You made the right choice," he finishes. "You two are more suited for each other than I would be with you. I'd feel weird now if you'd chosen me. I'd feel as if I'd torn you away from Cartman."

I blinked in surprise, recalling Cartman say that exact statement before.

"Thank you, Stan," I say smiling. "Really, thank you. That means so much to me."

He grins back, and I see nothing but truth and contentment all over his face, which pleases me immensely.

"I think I should leave now," he adds, grinning widely. "You two deserve some happy time alone now, without all the sorrow and pain." He winks and both Cartman and I grin at him.

"Thanks, Stan," I repeat. "I guess I'll see you around, right?"

He stops and stares at me for a moment, a look of uncertainty on his face.

"I never said we couldn't hang out as super best friends, did I?" I say, and he smiles.

"That's true, I guess. I just thought that maybe…" He pauses as he thinks over what he's going to say next. "I just thought that maybe you didn't want to hang out with me anymore… because it might hurt me."

I stare at him in shock for a few moments before finally blinking. "Well if it will cause you pain, then we shouldn't hang out," I say, shutting my eyes tightly as it hurts me to say it.

I hear faint sounds of footsteps and then there is a hand on my shoulder. I crack open an eye before opening both.

Stan is standing directly in front of me now, looking at me with that stunning grin I love. "I can handle it," he says. "I probably will still feel the pain at first but I can't just stop hanging out with you. We're Super Best Friends, right?"

I smile in delight and nod. "We are," I agree. "And we always will be."

He nods and we hug for the last time. He gives Cartman a small wave and me another quick smile before he leaves the room, leaving me and Cartman alone together, just how we both like it.

I feel Cartman's eyes on me and I look back at him, our eyes meeting.

"So what do you want to do now?" I ask, and a devious grin forms on his face.

"Guess?" he replies, and I feel my cheeks get hotter.

I grin back and motion my eyes towards the bedroom in a questioning way.

He nods and instantly lifts me off my feet, in a bride-like manner, and heads towards the bedroom. I lean my head against his shoulder and I can faintly hear his heart thumping wildly. I smile and listen to my own heart racing, almost as fast as the wind.

I now realize how happy I am with Cartman. I always knew I loved him but I never realized just how much I loved him until this very moment.

I couldn't have been happier right now. I'm finally at peace and I can go through life with my two favourite people- Stan Marsh, my oh-so-amazing Super Best Friend who is there for me whenever I need him, and Eric Cartman, my absolutely perfect boyfriend who will be with me forever until the day one of us dies. But then when the other person dies, our souls will soar up to heaven, where they will be reunited and stay together for all eternity…

Wow! I'm speechless here! I can't believe I actually wrote that! It reminds me of a sob story/fairytale story. It was soo not South Park! XD

I don't know if I hated it or loved it, just like the first chapter XD

And I'm not sure if any of you liked this at all but please tell me in a review. If you hated it, you can tell me, but please be nice about it. I get upset quite easily XD

Please review and tell me what you think. Constructive criticism is always welcome! =D