Hello! This is a Kyman aka Cartyle fanfiction. Kyle x Cartman from South Park. KYLE'S POV. This is my first fanfiction. There will be no smut! Their ages are canon. The kids are all 8-10 years old. I DO NOT OWN SOUTH PARK! Please review.

Every day of school is so stressful. Some days I just want to stay home, but there's no way my parents will let me. They want me to get the best grades, and the least absences. But that's not why school days are so stressful. I have to be around him. Who is he? The person that no one would ever expect that I'm in love with. Cartman. That's right. I, Kyle Broflovski, am in love with Eric Theodore Cartman. I don't know why God would make me love the person who hates me more than anyone else, but I can't help it. I tried, I really did. But I can't stop loving Cartman. Why him of all people?! And to top it all off, I have to hide my feelings for him, and the fact that I'm gay.

I sigh as I walk to the bus stop with my hands in my coat pockets. Today is especially cold, even for a winter day. I walk to the bus stop. None of my friends are here yet because I'm early. As I wait for the bus, I kick the snow, hands still in my pockets. Suddenly, I hear footsteps to my left. I look over and see Cartman. Oh no... I don't want to be alone with him. It's hard enough as it is to hide my feelings for him. But when we're all alone, it's even harder. I look away so he doesn't catch me staring at him. Cartman then stands a little too close for comfort. Don't start blushing! Don't blush!

"Oh hey Kahl." says Cartman.

"H-hey Cartman." I say, still not looking at him.

Oh God, why isn't he saying anything? As the awkward silence lingers, I start blushing. Damn it! Why does he have so stand so close to me?! I sneak a glance at Cartman, and I realize that he looks... sad... staring at the ground. I should ask him what's wrong. Maybe if I'm nice to him, he won't hate me... and I might have a shot with him. Ugh, who am I kidding? He'll hate me no matter what. I should still ask him what's wrong. As I stop blushing, I ask Cartman what's wrong.

"Hey Cartman, is... everything okay?"

Cartman looks at me. His eyes widen a little and he sounds nervous. "What? Of course! Mind your own business, you nosy jew!" He then started looking mad.

This is my chance! Maybe I could try being nice to him and show him that he can trust me. It's a stretch, but it's worth a shot.

"Well, you can always talk to me if something's wrong." I say. "We are friends."

"I already said I'm fine, goddamnit! Now leave me alone, asshole!"

Now I'm pissed. I'm nice to him and this is what I get. I guess it just goes to show that Cartman will never like me. "Fine, fuck you!" I say, angrily. I look at the ground, defeated. Great, now I'm getting teary-eyed. I'm really not in the mood for this. I quickly wipe the tears away before he notices. Unfortunately, he already did, and starts laughing.

"*laughing* Are you crying? Aww, did I hurt your feelings?" Cartman laughs harder.

Angrily, I say "You wish, fatass!" even though he was the one who made me cry.

"*laughing* Then what's wrong? Are you gay-

"Hey guys!" Stan and Kenny interrupt.

It must have been super obvious that I was shocked over Cartman asking if I were gay, because Stan gave me a concerned look. "Dude, are you okay?" Stan says.

"What?" I say, then I look down. "Y-Yeah I'm... I'm fine."

"Okay...?"

As the bus shows up, I quickly enter the bus and sit down in the front to avoid further discussion. Holy shit that was awkward! Did I make my feelings for Cartman too obvious?! Oh no... does everyone know?! Why did Cartman ask if I were gay? Does he know? I look out the window in hopes that no one notices how anxious I look. I shut my eyes, and feel someone sit down next to me. I open my eyes and look to my right. It's Stan. Ugh, I just want to be alone!

"Dude, what's wrong? You're acting really strange." Stan says worried.

"I'll tell you later." I say sadly. I couldn't keep telling him that everything was okay. It was too obvious that something was wrong. I'll just have to come up with some kind of excuse. I can't tell Stan that I like Cartman. "Uh, okay." Stan says. The rest of the ride to school is completely silent, at least for Stan and I. I notice that Cartman isn't being his usual loud self. I look behind me slightly and notice that he and Kenny aren't talking. Cartman is completely silent, and it looks like something's on his mind as well. The rest of the ride is complete and utter silence between the guys and I, as I expected. Kenny is talking to Bebe, but that's about it. As we arrive at school, I go straight to class. Mr. Garrison's lessons are almost never interesting, but I always pay attention. But today, I just can't. I need a break. I almost completely blew my cover and Cartman probably knows I'm in love with him! I bet he hates me even more now... And to top it all off, I have to come up with an excuse to tell Stan, and I hate lying to him. I look at Cartman while Mr. Garrison gives some kind of lecture. He looks so handsome. Why does someone as evil as Cartman have such innocent eyes? It looks like Cartman is drawing something. It looks like a person. It's hard to tell who it is from this angle. He just glanced at me. Huh. Now he looks... nervous? Aw, now he's hiding his drawing with his arm. He's looking back at me now. He looks really weirded out. Why-

"Kyle Broflovski!" Mr. Garrison shouted.

Why is Mr. Garrison- wait. OH MY GOD, HAVE I BEEN STARING AT CARTMAN THIS WHOLE TIME?! I quickly look at Mr. Garrison, absolutely mortified. I'm blushing now, fantastic! "Kyle, stop looking at Eric and answer my question!" Mr. Garrison says angrily.

"What? I-I wasn't-"

"Who wrote The Declaration of Independence?"

I wasn't paying attention in class, but luckily, I already knew this. "Thomas Jefferson?"

"Huh, I guess you were paying attention."

Mr Garrison continues teaching, and Stan asks me "Why were you staring at Cartman?" Stan looked so confused. Ugh, I'm so stupid! I don't want to lie, but I have to. Unfortunately, I'm really bad at lying. Hopefully this works. "I wasn't staring at Cartman! I was just staring in his direction zoned out!" My lie must have been convincing enough, because it looks like be bought it. "Oh okay." Stan says, convinced. He turns around and starts paying attention to Mr. Garisson. He turns around again, and says "Oh, by the way, Kenny wrote this note for you." "Thanks." I say. Why did Kenny write me a note? Oh no, he probably knows! I unfold the note and it says: "Why were you staring at Cartman?" I had to lie again. I wrote down: "I wasn't staring at him. I was staring in his direction. I was zoned out." I gave the note back to Stan, hoping desperately that Kenny buys it. A minute passes by, and Stan gives the note back to me. It reads: "Uh huh, sure." Damn it, he didn't buy it, did he? Shit. The rest of class I try to pay attention and try to forget the anxiety I was feeling right now. Kenny knows I like Cartman, doesn't he? Is he gonna tell other people? I have to talk to him about it. No, if I do that, I'd be confessing to Kenny that I like Cartman. He doesn't have any proof that I have feelings for Cartman, does he? Or is the way I was acting towards Cartman today enough evidence?

To be continued...

I hope you enjoyed! See you in the next chapter! ^_^