I tried my best to forget him. He dosen't love me... He's not gay like me. I felt like crying as I saw him say goodbye to the three of us. After he said goodbye to Stan and Kenny, he stood in front of me. I looked up into his eyes, and he strecthed his arms to me. I threw myself around him and he hugged me. I whispered in his ear so that no one else could here us,

"I don't care where your after, but you'll miss me, and your just killing me for leaving... so please don't." He was silent for a bit till he whispered back.

"That's probaly true Kahl, but when I'm around you I can't breathe, I can't think, so I need to leave." He kissed my left cheek so no one saw, he let go of me and nooded, got in his car, and left me forever.

The next day I felt like I was dead. I laid on Stan's arm chair. The T.V. was on Terrance and Philip, and Stan and Kenny were laughing their asses off, while I just sat there with my feet over one of the arms, thinking about him, his confession, the way he kissed my cheek, made me shiver. Kenny looked over at me, then pulled out his phone and pushed some buttons. He put the phone to his ear.

"Hi." He said as he stood off the couch and walked away. Stan came over to me and knelt by the chair.

"Are you OK?" I shook my head, a little tear sliding down my face. He sighed.

"Do you miss him?" I nooded, slowly. Kenny came back in.

"Come here, it's your mom." What? Why would he call her? Whatever. I stood up, took the phone and went outside to the front, and I sat down on a little step.

"Hello?"

"Hi Kahl..." My heart stops.

"Cartman?" I'm about to cry.

"Yes Jew it's me... Kenny told me your pratically dying? What's wrong?" I groan.

"Do you really want to know the reason why I can't smile, why I always cry, why I'm dying inside?" He groans.

"Yes Jew I REALLY do."
"It's because of you... Okay? Your the one that I can't stop thinking about, why I can't stop asking myself if I went with him, mabye I wouldn't feel so bad right now." He's silent for a bit.

"Kahl... Your voice, your face... No matter where I go, or whatever I do I see you. I can't stop myself of pulling out the picture of all of us just to stare at you an ask myself, why didn't I kiss him earlier, why didn't I fuck him like I always wanted to..." I'm the one that's silent now.

"I can't hanlde it anymore Kahl."

"Me either." I say honestly. I heard a car driving in the phone.

"Khal I'm going under a bridge, I'm going to b-" A loud, long beep comes over the phone. I put the phone on the step, and start to cry. I heard a car stop, I lifted my head to see my mom... But no... It's Cartman, he's standing by his car on the other side of the road.

"CARTMAN!" I scream as I jump up and run over to him.

"Kyle?" I heard Stan and Kenny asked. When I reached Cartman I threw myself at him. He twirled me around. When we locked eyes again, he sets me on my feet, my hands on his shoulders, gripping him, his stong arms around my waist. I lean in, and he does too. My foot goes up as we touch out lips toghter. The kiss was way too magical to subscribe. When we pulled away our eyes locked, and we smiled. Kenny and Stan put their arms around both of us and crushed us more toghter. I put my head on his chest, while my lungs have no air in them, and my heart swelled up knowing that me and Cartman were going to live happy ever after... And you can trust me on that.