Behind Closed Doors
Chapter 1
Things aren't always what they appear to be. What's on the outside doesn't really matter, it's about whats on the inside, right? Let's perhaps, change the word thing into some people. Some people aren't always what they appear to be on the outside than what they really truly are on the inside. Some people actually have a kind heart, some people on the other hand...not as much as a kind heart. My point being is that you never really know if they have a kind heart unless they embrace it and let it shine through. As of some people, they honestly have a kind, warming heart, but don't exactly know how to embrace it. They spend their lives making people think that the're some kind of cruel person who doesn't give a fuck about anybody but they're self, when on the inside, the're full of happiness and joy that could easily be contagious to the touch. The only way to stop the feeling of being lonely is to lash out at other people for caring about them because they don't know how to show their true feelings. They don't know how to show love and affection, they don't know how to prove their real selves to anybody. And I know someone who had that same problem. This boy didn't know how to win over a special someone that he had a big crush on. He was never real big on the whole love thing. All he knew, or I guess you could say, thought, was that love was for hippie bitches and fags...That's his point of view on the whole thing. He didn't want to be like his mother either, I mean who wants to be a crack whore that spends little to no time at home with her only son and is not even married. I personally wouldn't like that kind of life, but to this boy, It was the only thing he knew.
He was taught the wrong way as a child. He was taught by his mother that It was okay to sell your body for a little walking around cash, that It was okay to do drugs. But this boy kept his head high and turned the other cheek while at the same time holding one simple finger into the air. He swore to God and on Hitler's grave, that he was not going to do the foul things that his mother was doing, whoring herself up just to get money, he never understood why she didn't just get a fucking job. That would be a hell of a lot easier than being paranoid every time she got a new client and hoped and prayed that she wouldn't be beaten and dropped off into a ditch somewhere. But some people just never learn.
Of course, you've probably figured this boy out by now haven't you? And yes, I am talking about the brunette, seventeen year old known as Eric Theodore Cartman, or to others "Fatass".
Cartman never took no for an answer. He never ran away from a brawl, and he talked to himself on his Facebook wall, but he still referred to himself as "The awesomest dude in the world".
Eric Cartman isn't the kind of person who showed affection to anybody. He didn't like writing poems or singing love songs, in the eyes of other people, he was a complete asshole. But he never really cared about what other people thought about him. Ether it be a positive look or a negative one, he blocked the haters out, don't even get me started on the "hippie bitches". I also wouldn't even get started on his personality, I mean, Adolf Hitler is his role model, a guy that killed millions of people. That probably sums him up with just that one simple sentence. Many people see him as a racist asshole that you should stay away from. When actually, Cartman has honest feelings for people. Cartman had a secret love for one person, and that one person only.
Years and years went by as Cartman kept his eyes fixated on one person in particular, a boy that made him cover his lap with textbooks and reach for any object that was at his reach. A boy that he couldn't keep his honey golden eyes off of. Kyle Broflovski, the towns Jew. Boy oh boy did Cartman have fantasies about him. Every night it was a different dream, Kyle would always be sprawled across Cartman's bed, legs open as far apart as they could be just waiting on his dominator to take control of his body. The moans from the imaginary Kyle sent waves of pleasure through Cartman's body, he hadn't even laid a finger on the red head and he was moaning Cartman's name. If only Imaginary Kyle wasn't so...Imaginary. Cartman was the kind of guy who enjoyed being in control, he liked the fact that he had the authority to call Kyle "His Jew". The dreams became something that would occur on a regular basis, It started with one dream a month, then to two dreams a month, and It finally came to a shuddering three times a week dream. He couldn't control himself, he needed the release, so how else would he get it?
For Kyle, It was almost the same, but not quit. Kyle didn't have lust for Cartman, he had feelings. Feelings that he swore he would never show to any one. Ever. Loving Cartman was like a fairy tale, he felt like it was a big story that you wished could be real, when in the long run, it's nothing more than a fictional story. Loving Cartman was like a carousel, round and around it went, so close to each other, but teasingly not able to reach one another. This haunted Kyle for years on top of years. He didn't know how to win the Fatass over, well not technically fat anymore, he weighed a good one eighty, which is pretty good for a seventeen year old boy. He didn't know how to make Cartman's inner self come out. But he knew how to draw Cartman's attention to himself. Kyle knew that Cartman had a side to him that he never wanted to show to anybody. The side of Eric Cartman that wasn't a complete egotistical human being. The side of Eric Cartman that had a heart.
For the past few months, everything was silent between Kyle and Cartman. They would hang out together with friends and all, but never did they speak a word to each other. Soon as the months turned into what seemed like forever, they kept inching their way closer and closer to each other. Kyle couldn't live without Cartman, and Cartman couldn't live without Kyle. This is how it stayed for the longest time between the two boys. However, Cartman didn't want to share his little Jew boy with anyone anymore, and he was going to get his way. Weather Kyle liked it or not...
A/N:the story will be written in point of views probably, if i think about it more I will definitely keep the story in either point of view or third person...