A/N: So this will be a Kyman story so if you don't ship it, don't read it! This is also my first time writing a fan fiction so don't judge. I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1
K.P.O.V
Rage. I've experience it everyday since I was five. Ever since I've met that fatass. It takes over your body, you have absolutely no control over it. No matter what you say or do, it doesn't feel like you've hurt them enough.
That's what I thought as I took my empty glass beer bottle and threw it at the fat bastard. As it hit him in the eye, he fell to the floor. It was gushing blood, splattering all over the dark wall. "Cartman," I scream, "Are you alright?" He wasn't speaking or moving. Just sitting with his bloody hand holding his eye, curled up into a ball.
Regret and Depression. After the rage washes away from you, the regret and depression hit like a blow to the stomach. I experience this everyday too. I walk over to him and shake him, trying to get him to look at me, but failing in the process. "Jew" he mutters.
"Cartman please look at me, I need to see if your eye is infected." I look up and meet his gaze. Golden brown eyes, soft and tender, it welcomes you in. You know except Cartman isn't a very welcoming person. He only loves and cares about himself. No, scratch that. He only cares about himself, me, Stan, and Kenny. His eye wasn't too bad, just some bruising. "I'm sorry" I whisper.
C.P.O.V.
All that went through my mind as soon as he let go of that bottle was that I deserved it. I had pushed him too far again. We've been dating for two years already and everyday it's the same cycle. We go to school, I piss him off to the point of violence, he explodes, we make up.
I've loved him since fourth grade, he's the only person I love. I've known this since we went to Imaginationland, when we made that bet. I just so desperately wanted him to suck my balls. That's not when I started loving him, oh no, it's just when I realized it. The way his Emerald eyes glisten in the light, the way they look so fragile when he was about to cry. The way his hair, his soft, curls blow in the breeze, it was enough to turn me on. The way his face gets red with anger when we fight. Everything. I love and hate everything about him.
He could have anyone he wants, and he knows it. "It's okay," I mutter softly.
A/N: I hope you liked chapter 1! If there's any mistakes it's because I'm typing this on my iPod. The next chapter will be a flashback. Please review, it'll mean so much to me!