Eric Cartman peaked out side to his backyard from the glass sliding door that lead outside from downstairs. He looked around a good four or five times before sliding open the door. He took two steps outside before looking around nervously again.

With no one around and nothing in his way, Cartman ran towards the base of the large tree in his backyard and immediately started climbing the ladder up into his tree house. Once inside of the small tree house, Cartman took the black sharpie marker out of his jacket pocket and turned around to look at the large wall of messages he had written over the past year.

Since he was 15, Cartman came up into his tree house at least once a day and wrote down at least one thing on the wall behind the small hatch in the floor that was used as an entrance.

Now 16 years old, Cartman had gotten into the habit of only revealing his inner thoughts on the tree house wall and since he started doing this, he refused to let anyone near his backyard.

After quickly writing down his message, Cartman put the cap back onto the sharpie and went to climb down the ladder. He went down the ladder quickly and turned around to head back into his air-conditioned house. It was the middle of the summer and it was getting hotter outside day by day.

While walking back into the house, Cartman saw his mom letting his three closest friends into the house. Cartman slammed the door closed as fast as he could and quickly turned on the TV as he sat down on the couch, trying to make it seem as though he'd been there the entire time.

Stan, Kyle, and Kenny walked over to the couch and Kyle explained, "Get up, Fat ass. We're going to the movies."

Cartman groaned and reluctantly got up from where he was sitting. He followed the other three out of his house and down the street. He stayed quiet and listened while they had a pointless conversation the entire way to the movie theater on main street, and while he'd usually be the one insulting every other word, he decided to stay behind the others and just listen to them. Or maybe it was the great view of Kyle's butt in those tight jeans that made him trail behind and stay quiet the entire time.

When they got to the ticket booth at the theater and Stan asked for the four tickets, the annoying guy behind the window turned them down, saying that the movie they wanted to see was too mature for their tiny under-developed minds. The four turned away from the ticket booth and looked to each other.

Kyle shrugged, "What do we do now?"

Cartman had to resist the urge to grab Kyle and pull him into a hug at that very moment. Just the way he spoke and his big green eyes made him look so cute. Cartman gripped the sharpie in his coat pocket, wanting to write out another message about how Kyle was so freaking adorable all the time.

Stan shrugged, "Wanna just go to the diner and grab something to eat?"

When Kyle and Kenny both agreed, the three looked to Cartman and even though he could only think of writing down another love note on the tree house's back wall, he couldn't turn down an opportunity to spend more time with his secret crush.

The four walked down the street to the diner a few blocks away and got a table. Of course, Cartman made sure he was sitting across from Kyle so he could watch the cute subtle movements he made. Like how every five seconds, Kyle's recently cute hair had to be swept out of the way. About a year or two ago, Kyle had cut his stupid jewfro and now he had the perfect cut to frame his features and swipe over his eyes in the perfect way. If anything it brought more attention to his emerald eyes and made it so Cartman needed to force himself to look away.

Sitting at the table anxiously, Cartman took out the sharpie from his jacket pocket and began drumming it against the table, trying to find something to keep him from staring at the Jewish boy across the table from him.

Cartman only looked up from the black marker hitting the table when he heard Kyle say his name, "Cartman,"

Jumping slightly, Cartman stopped the tapping and stared at Kyle, "What!"

Kyle looked down at Cartman's hand, "Why do you have a Sharpie with you?"

Cartman looked down at the marker and quickly chucked it behind him, "What are you talking about you stupid Jew?"

Kyle rolled his eyes, "Whatever, it's not even worth it with you."

Cartman felt his heart stop for a second. Kyle had said a lot of cruel things to him over the years but he never had completely given up. Cartman looked out the window next to him and thought to himself, "Why did he just give up like that? He's just as stubborn as I am. He never just gives up."

Especially lately, the relationship between Kyle and Cartman had been as harsh as ever when it came to name calling and even physical fighting. Especially since Cartman's mom had almost forced him into losing some weight and working out more often. Now that he had some actual muscle on him, Cartman could some what handle himself in a fight.

Kyle, on the other hand, seemed to be as scrawny and feminine as ever. His tight jeans left little to the imagination and his sexy new hair made him look irresistible.

After the boys finished their meal at the diner, Cartman decided to go back home. He needed to get another Sharpie from in his room and get to his treehouse.

Kyle, suspicious of Cartman, said he was also going to go home, but instead, followed Cartman up the road and to his house. When Cartman walked in the front door, Kyle turned around and was about to start walking home when he heard footsteps hitting the ground quickly and turned back to see Cartman running out of his house and up the ladder of his treehouse. Kyle watched Cartman through the window of the treehouse as he leaned against the wall with the Sharpie in hand.

There was no chance of Kyle seeing the small writing from where he stood on the sidewalk, but he made damn well sure that he would come back later and see what was written.

This was my first time writing Kyman and there are more chapters coming. Please review, your feedback helps a lot.

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