There's always been something about you
Chapter 1
Hate
Ever since I first met him, I knew there was something about him. I thought it was hate.
That is, until now.
I've known Kyle since I was five. Now I'm 16. I've been taunting him about his religion ever since I've known him. I thought it was funny when he got angry. I hated him. But for about 6 months now, I feel...different. I've had dreams of him. Not dreams of making fun of him or telling him how he's a stupid Jew.
Dreams of kissing him.
I don't love him though. I'm not gay. Am I?
NO. I can't be gay. I'm Eric Cartman. I've made fun of gay's for the past ten years. I can't be gay.
ESPECIALLY not for Kyle. No way. I hate that stupid Jew. Always a teachers pet, Doing his homework early, Never late for class, raising his hand to answer every question the teacher asks. Who would want to go out with him?
Certainly not Eric Cartman.
Imagine what everyone would say. "Oh look, That's Eric Cartman, That gay guy who's going out with that teachers pet, Kyle Broflovski."
NO WAY IS THAT EVER GOING TO HAPPEN.
It's not just kissing though. You can probably guess what I'm about to say.
That's right. Sex.
I've had dreams of sex. With him. But that doesn't make me gay. Because I'm not. I fancy girls. I once fancied Patty Nelson. I've even fancied Wendy Testaburger.
But I've fancied no-one recently.
But I'm still not gay.
And yet, I get butterflies in my stomach every time I walk past him. The sign that you fancy someone.
I suppose I have face the truth at some point. I really really don't want to believe this, but...
I'm in love with Kyle Broflovski.