Chapter One

"So, Stan, why did you want to talk alone?" He asked me angrily. I could feel a blush creep onto my cheeks. "Stan! I have to get to class," he yelled.

I looked him straight in the eye. "Cartman, will you just listen?" I asked. He grunted and rolled his eyes. "I-I l-love…"

Cartman patted my shoulder. "I understand." He said. "Meet me by my car after football practice," he said. I grinned widely and nodded. The bell rang and Cartman sighed. "Now look what you did. You made me late for last hour," he said. He shook his head then chuckled lightly and left.

After school was out, I headed out for the football field. I saw Cartman talking to Wendy out by the fence. I felt jealousy fill my body. I tried to ignore it, but I couldn't, so I went to talk to Kyle. "Hey Kyle," I called out to get his attention. Kyle turned to me and waved.

"'Sup Stan?" he asked. I shook my head. "I haven't talked to you in a while," he smiled.

I laughed. "I know, huh. I guess it's because classes have been getting the way. Not to mention you dating Kenny." I said, looking over to Kenny, the male-cheerleader.

Kyle sighed. "Ya, I guess that too. Hey, what about you and Wendy?" he asked.

"I broke up with her two months ago," I said. Kyle gasped.

"I'm so sorry," he said.

I ran my fingers through his red curly hair. "Don't worry about it. Wendy was a bitch, she deserved it."

He looked over to Cartman and Wendy. "Looks like Cartman is going to try and take her," he said. My expression changed from happy to angry. Kyle looked over to me and sank. "Hey, sorry dude, but I thought you didn't like Wendy anymore," he said, looking away from my gaze.

I blinked then forced a smile. "Ya, of course I don't like her,"

During all of practice my eyes wouldn't leave Cartman. Then finally it was 6:00 p.m and practice was over. I smiled and headed for the showers. Then I got dressed, and I headed out for Cartman's car. I spotted his car and began running for it, but then…I spotted Wendy giggling next to Cartman. I stopped in my tracks and just stood in the middle of the road, until Wendy left. Cartman waved to her then spotted me.

"Are you just gonna stand there?" he yelled.

I jumped back a little then ran towards him. "Sorry, I didn't want to interrupt your conversation with Wendy," I said. "So, you told me to meet you out here?"

He nodded. "Get in the car," he ordered. I got in and he drove us back to his place. "My mom's not home, so you can tell me what ever you need to tell me," he said. I nodded, and then we went inside.

He sat down on the couch and turned the television on. I sat next to him and he wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "Um…" I began, not wanting to finish my sentence, due to the fact that I was enjoying this. I snuggled closer to him, and his grip on me only tightened.

During a commercial Cartman turned the volume all the way down and turned his head to me. "So, I think now is a good time for you to finish your sentence from before," he said.

Once again the blush formed upon my cheeks and I sighed. "Okay, I guess you're right," I said, taking a deep breath. "Cartman...I l-love y-y-y-you," I said. Cartman smiled and pressed his lips against mine. I deepened the kiss and he lied me down on the couch. I wrapped my arms around his neck.

Then we heard someone come in. "Poopsikins, I'm home," Cartman's mother called out. Cartman jumped off me, and I sat up. I turned over to the door and she stood there watching us carefully. "Um, Stan, I think It's time for you to get home," she said. "Your mother must be worried,"

I nodded, not wanting to cause more trouble and I left the house, giving one last long look at Cartman.