Authors Note: Hey guys! It's been a while. Just another quick story I thought up one day. Kyman. Enjoy.

Chapter 1

It was the weekend in South Park and Kyle was over at his super best friend's, Stan's, house to play video games. Their other two friends, Kenny and Cartman were on their way over. Just to hang out and chill like they normally do.

A little after Kyle arrived, there was a knocking at the door.

"Hey guys!" Kenny muffled, cheerfully.

"What's up, Kenny." Stan greeted, letting him in.

"I thought fatass was coming with you." Kyle said, from the couch.

Kenny shrugged. "His mom said that he was still sleeping and and that he'll come a little later."

Stan rolled his eyes. "That's just like him to do that." he handed Kenny a controller. "Come on, let's play." Kenny sat next to Stan on the floor and they started up Super Smash Bros. Wii U. Kyle was watching them, yeah. But, he kept finding his eyes wandering to the front door. He caught himself and shook his head.

Why do I keep glancing at the door? he asked himself. Is it possibly because...no. No, or course not.

"It's your turn." Stan said, pulling Kyle out of his thoughts. He was handing him the Gamecube controller. Kyle slowly took it and sat next to Kenny.

"Careful, Kenny is really good." Stan warned.

An hour had passed, and Stan and Kyle were continuing to switch back and forth among themselves. Kenny was beaming to himself. His friends just couldn't seem to beat him. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, which made Kyle jump a little. Stan got the door and Cartman was standing there, with a box of Cheesy poofs in his hand.

"It's about time." Stan muttered, letting him in. Cartman just grunted a "hi" and plopped on the couch next to Kyle. He looked at the cheesy poofs in Cartman's hand.

"Do you really think you need to be eating any more of that junky shit, fatass?" Kyle sighed.

Cartman was silent for a bit. "Shut up." was all he uttered, glancing at him. Then he went back to stuffing his face.

Kyle raised an eyebrow. Normally, Cartman would've gone off about Kyle being Jewish or something. But, today was different and Cartman seemed to be giving off a strange vibe. Stan noticed this too as his character was knocked off of the screen.

Kyle shifted a bit as he continued to stare at the boy next to him, trying to figure out what he was feeling or thinking. He just seemed really off. Honestly, he's been this way for the past week or so, and for some strange reason, it really bothered Kyle. He was acting like an asshole as usual. He mostly kept quiet, unless spoken to, and when he did respond, it was quiet and short. Especially if he was speaking to Kyle.

He saw Cartman's cheeks slowly turn a bright red as he glanced at him again. "What?" he grunted, looking away.

Kyle shook his head. Thrown off by Cartman's reaction. "Nothing." he said, looking down at his green gloves. Cartman's behavior was so strange, he wanted to know what was up. But, then again, this was Eric Cartman. He shouldn't give a fuck. Should he?

He glanced back at Cartman. His face was still a slight red. A four lettered word flashed in Kyle's head and he almost barfed.

Eric Cartman? Cute? No fucking way. He was just imagining things. He put a hand to his forhead. Did he have a fever or something? No?

"God! You suck Stan!" Cartman suddenly blurted, startling Kyle. "Here! Let me play."

"Fine." Stan muttered, standing up and giving Cartman the controller. He sat on the floor next to Kenny while Stan took his previous spot. Now that Cartman was sitting in front of him, the red head continued to stare, furrowing his brow in frustration and confusion.

"Dude!" Stan barked, snatching Kyle's attention away from the chubby boy.

"Huh? What?" Kyle stammered, coming back to reality.

Stan leaned in and whispered, "You've been staring at Cartman for the past three minutes."

Kyle felt his cheeks grow warm. "I was not!" he whispered back. "I was watching them play the game."

Stan gave him a skeptical look, then rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say." was all he said.

Kyle really did want to focus on what was going on on the screen, but his eyes just kept wandering back to Cartman's face. Were his cheeks always that pink? His mud-puddle eyes seemed to twinkle as they concentrated on the screen and his eyelashes looked longer and delicate, at least more than Kyle could remember. The jew's eyes wandered down to his button nose, then down to his broad shoulders. Must've been a comfortable place to lay your head. Kyle's green eyes went back up to the fat boy's mouth. The corners were turned up into a devious smile as Cartman was giving Kenny a hard time. Kyle could've sworn that Cartman's lips were always chapped and dry...but, today, they looked pink and soft. Oh, how he wanted to-

"AHHHHH! OH MY GOD!" Kyle screeched, jumping up from the couch. "AHHHHHHHHHH!" he continued to shriek.

The three boys stared up at the red head, startled and alarmed.

"Jesus Christ dude!" Stan hollered. "What's wrong?!"

"I...uh..." Kyle looked at the awaiting faces of his friends. He bit his bottom lip. "I-I forgot to do something super important! Yeah, and...I gotta leave! Like, right now!"

The jew was already halfway across the room before his friends even started to say "bye".

"Bye!" he said quickly, before shutting the door. He quickly walked down the street, mentally yelling at himself for even having those kinds of thoughts about his "friend" or whatever you'd call it. He stopped walking and looked up to the grey sky when he realized that it had started snowing.

Snow falling. Falling snow. Falling...Cartman? Falling Cartman? Falling for Cartman? Kyle felt his heart rate pick up.

"God dammit." he muttered, kicking at the sidewalk. What was with him? Why did he suddenly feel like he actually liked Cartman? The most racist, bigoted asshole on the planet. Why did Cartman not insulting him bother him so much? Did he want his attention that badly? Is that why he argues with him all the time? For his attention? Hell, no. He was just standing up for himself and others...right?

Kyle sighed and continued walking. "I must be getting some type of disease or illness or something..." he concluded. Yeah, that had to be it. Right?

Author's note: Hope you liked it! Next chapter will be out next week! Thank you.