Smile

Cartman's POV

You think I couldn't or wouldn't fall in love. I did. I fell hard. For curly, ginger hair under a green ushanka. For his personality. Everything about him.

You're better then the best

He sits next to me in Math class, which makes me happy. I'm at his bus stop, but he doesn't talk to me there, either.

I'm lucky just to linger in your light.

He's so cool.

Cooler than the flip side of my pillow, that's right.

I don't know if it's love.

Completely unaware.

Dreams of him are the best. I never want to wake up from them.

Nothing can compare to where you send me, lets me know that it's okay.

My days are bad, until I see him.

And the moments where my good times start to fade.

You make me smile like the sun, fall out of bed.

Sing like bird, dizzy in my head.

Spin like a record, crazy on a Sunday night.

You make me dance like a fool, forget how to breathe.

Shine like gold, buzz like a bee.

Just the thought of you can drive me wild.

Oh, you make me smile.

Not acknowledging the world, I started sketching in my Math notebook, not knowing Kyle was coming over.

"Cartman! What are you drawing?" he spoke with great shock.

"I...uh... It's not you. It's someone else." I lied.

"What the hell Cartman? You know Stan calls me Ky. Now, this time you tell me who you were drawing, no lies." he whispered with a dark tone.

"Yes, I was drawing you. Why? 'Cause I like you. I mean, like you, like you.

Kyle's POV

'I never thought that always-have-to-judge-peolpe Cartman, likes someone, more importantly me. I like him too. He makes me do a lot of things.

He:

Makes me smile like the sun, fall out of bed.

Sing like bird, dizzy in my head.

Spin like a record, crazy on a Sunday night.

Makes me dance like a fool, forget how to breathe.

Shine like gold, buzz like a bee.

Makes me smile.'

I kissed him. For everyone to see, that I like him too. I could feel him blushing. I'm pretty sure he felt me blushing.

"I don't care what people think." I whispered.

"Me either." he softly replied.