Hiya. This fic is just a little idea I had, (after chatting to a few people and agreeing that it's plausable that Cartman has a bit of a thing for Kyle) set at the end of the most recent (when this was written, anyway) episode of South Park, Imaginationland pt2. So, if you haven't seen it and don't want spoilers, dont read it!

Before it starts I do wanna say that yes, it is rather more eloquent and sentimental than the Cartman we all know and love/hate/a vague combination of the two, but thats just the way it came out when I was writing it, so please don't make comments saying that you think that, because I know already. Thats just the way it goes sometimes.

Lastly, OBVIOUSLY I don't own south park, if I did I'd be spending my riches on a kickass VW Camper.

God dammit.

I had him. I had him in the same room, just the two of us, and he was willing to do it, to finally suck my balls.

But I blew it. I spent too long talking, and that army faggot burst in and told us we had to get out. What a fucking idiot, I've seen enough movies by now to know that the bad guy gets busted because he spends too long talking.

Did I just refer to myself as the bad guy? I guess I am. I've always been an asshole, to Kyle especially. At first it was just to establish myself as the leader, then it became habit… lately its because I didn't want anyone to know how I truly feel, even myself first of all, but now I can't escape it. I…. like Kyle. Like… like Stan likes that stupid bitch Wendy.

I know how stupid it is. I hate it. Not him, just it. I've done everything I can think of to stop this, and I'm a man of many ideas, but nothing's worked.

This idea…. I don't know. This one was different, it wasn't a plan to stop these damn stupid feelings, it was… god dammit. I wanted it. I still want it now. But it was more than that, I wanted Kyle to.. to just give it a try. I know he'd never go for it, he hates me as much as I pretend to hate him, but I cant deny that there's a part of me that hopes I might be wrong. That he might like it, might like me.

It was that part of me that brought him back earlier. It would be so much easier if Kyle was dead, if I hadn't saved him. It would just be me, Stan and Kenny, friends, without any freakish feelings. But it was the part of me that stays hopeful that saved him, that.. didn't wanna loose him yet. The damn son of a bitch.

I saved his life, and came with him here, to the hospital. A smile grows on my face as I watch him sleep. He looked so peaceful, but now he's beginning to stir, waking up. Should I go? Should I let him find me here, waiting by his side like some… I should just tell him. When he opens his eyes and looks at me, I'll tell him. That way, if he freaks out, or doesn't feel the same, or tells people, I can just say that he hallucinated from hospital drugs, or from just waking up or whatever.

Ok. That's it. I'm gonna tell him how I feel.

'Kyle…'

Please, review, I will reply!