Hi! This is my first fanfiction so forgive me if I make any rookie mistakes. In this story, Stan and gang are all 16. The main pairing will be Kyman, and maybe some side pairings in the future. Hope you enjoy! :D

Kyle's POV

"Fuck off, fatass, you're not copying my homework this time!" I barked out at Cartman as crowds of students sauntered down the hallway, just like any other school day.

"But Kahhhlll…" Cartman whined in his high-pitched voice, as he dragged out my name.

"No way, Cartman! Do your own fucking homework for once!" I slammed my locker shut and pointed an accusing finger towards his chest.

"But Kahhhlll, I already told you I was busy this weekend and couldn't do my homework!" Cartman continued speaking in that annoying voice, feigning innocence.

"Busy doing what? Stuffing your face with Cheesy Poofs?" I scoffed as I started walking away.

"Aye, fuck you, Kyle! I'm not fat anym-" Brrringgg! "Fine! I guess I'll just copy from someone else, stingy Jewrat!" Cartman flipped me off, and stomped down the hallway. I rolled my eyes and headed to my first class.

It's true though, he isn't fat anymore. He hasn't been, for almost 3 years now. 3 years ago during summer break, his crack whore of a mother realized that if he were to get any bigger she would soon have had to declare bankruptcy due to the overwhelming demand of food. So she packed his bags, stuffed him into a cab and sent him off to yet another fat camp. Except this time, 3 months later, on the first day of school, Eric Cartman entered the hallways of South Park High School, a completely new person. Well, he was still racist, he was still self-centered, he was still intolerant, and he was still a manipulative sociopath. Okay, maybe he didn't change that much, but he did lose a lot of weight. I mean, a lot of weight. It was as if he was originally two people and one of them disappeared. After that, he took up swimming and gained some muscle tone. He seemed to have outgrown his fear of first graders' pee in the swimming pool. Although it would be hilarious to know that Cartman swims in a pool full of prepubescent pee.

However, I can't say that I haven't changed myself. One day in 6th grade, I went all Britney Spears and shaved off my horrendous fucking Jewfro. I guess I was still a little scarred from the incident with the list, where I was voted least good-looking(something I am still teased about by Cartman to this day), and I just felt like getting rid of that hideous Jewfro. Not that anyone noticed anyways, then, I was still wearing my hat over my bald head. Now, my hair has all grown out, forming flaming red curls that frame my face nicely. So my hat is gone too. Cartman had reminded me countlessly that I looked like a chick though, but who cares what he thinks, I didn't need to take shit from someone who constantly has bedhead.

"-le…? Kyle!" Stan's voice jolted me back to the present. "Did fatass try to copy your homework again? I could hear you guys bickering from the entrance."

"Yeah, he didn't get to, though." I said smugly, a smirk creeping onto my face.

Out of all four of us, Stan turned out exactly the way everyone expected him to be. Football quarterback, tall, buff, an all-star athlete. He's still with Wendy, who also turned out exactly the way everyone expected her to. Pretty, smart, popular. She stopped being friends with Bebe Stevens a long time ago, back when Stan and Wendy were still breaking up and getting back together every few weeks, Bebe broke one of the most important rules of friendship, "Bros before Hoes."(Well, the female version of it), and tried to hook up with Stan. She failed pathetically though, to Wendy's delight, because as soon as she tried to stick her tongue down his throat he served her a mouthful of barf.

Said vomiter turned at the corner of the hallway and entered his history class. I muttered a soft goodbye and continued walking down the hallway towards my English class.

So, speaking of Bebe Stevens, she'd long gotten over her crush on me but still to this day, stand by her her words that I've got "a great ass" and that she is willing to "wear my ass as a hat for all eternity". I wouldn't give her the chance to though, because 1) She's a great big hoe-bag 2) I'm gay.

Yup, I'm gay. It's not surprising though, I've never liked girls, and when I was younger I thought it was because every girl in my class was about as interesting as a sack of potatoes, but I eventually realized that I've never liked girls because I didn't like girls. What was more surprising was finding out who I had grown interest in. I realized I was gay when I was in 6th grade. In 6th grade, everyone's hormones took over and just like the 6th graders I knew when I was in 4th grade, my friends started to mutate into breasts-obsessed porn addicts. While everyone else started to take an interest in jiggly lumps of fat (what was so bonerific about that?), I started to notice different things. How Kenny's filthy blond hair was pretty attractive. How Stan had dark blue, captivating eyes. How Butters had soft, duck-fluff hair that I could play with all day. How good-looking the guys I had grown up with actually really were.

But back to what I was saying, I started developing an interest in a guy some time during the summer break 3 years ago. The 3 months Cartman was off in fat camp, working his jelly rolls off. See, I thought that summer break would be amazing without him, which was why I spent weeks helping Liane plan for the big day(the day Cartman gets sent to fat camp), I helped covering up for her, I helped packing his bags for her, I helped loading the suitcases into the car for her on the big day. I also may or may not have planted some laxatives in his mountain dew Liane had packed for him, just for a head start on his fat loss. But when he was gone, sure, I had fun with Stan and Kenny. We had sleepovers, we went to amusement parks, we had video game marathons, but something was missing. Without Cartman's taunting and constant insults, something didn't feel right. During the first few weeks of summer, I was still handling the situation well. But one month in and I started drifting away from conversations with Stan and Kenny, during which I would think about how Cartman was doing in fat camp. When I was listening to them converse, I often thought about what Cartman would have said in that situation, how Cartman would've thought of a better comeback than Kenny. When we were eating, I thought about how Cartman would order pretty much everything on the menu, and still finish the food faster than any of us. Everything was Cartman, Cartman, Cartman. I even started dreaming about him insulting me, calling me a Jewrat, and making fun of me. When he got back from fat camp, things went back to normal. Cartman continued throwing insults after insults at me, I get pissed off and yell at him, he insults me some more, I scream at him, he screams at me, and so on. However, I've spent long nights, wide awake on my bed, pondering over the fact that I actually missed Cartman when he was gone, then eventually grossing myself out with the idea that I might even have the slightest interest in Eric Cartman, I force myself to go to sleep.

So to sum it all up, I'm Kyle Broflovski, I'm 16 years old, Jewish, gay, and possibly interested in a self-centered, intolerant prick who idolizes Hitler, dances with a cardboard cut-out of Justin Timberlake, and has tea parties with his dolls. Oh, and he also hates every inch of my being. I am, in short, a hot fucking mess.

Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it, I would really appreciate it if you would leave a review or just follow this story :) Feel free to point out any mistakes I've made or things I have to work on, because I also really want to improve on my English. Bye! :)