Author's Note: I AM BACK MY FRIENDS! Okay, so here's the explanation as to why I'm not continuing this from the actual story: I forgot my sign in details. Yes, friends, laugh away. But I'd decided to take a small hiatus because school work was really stressing me out and I had to focus on it, but then when I decided it was time to continue, I forgot everything. Yep. I just forgot. Well, anyways, let's get on with the story. Kyman is winning by a landslide! Only about two votes for Style right now. Style fans, if you want your OTP to win this then vote now! Okay, not now but after you read the long-awaited Chapter 3. Enjoy!

CARTMAN'S POV

If you're asking me why I was so nice to Kyle, I can only tell you three words. I don't know.

I always thought I'd be so happy to hear his sobs, to see those glorious tears cascade down his pale cheeks. But instead…it angered me.

It angered me that Stan was so ignorant as to mistreat his best friend. It angered me that Stan had been the one to break him down. It angered me that…

…that I wasn't the one to make him cry.

Him weeping into my jacket made something inside me stir. Something I never knew existed within me. I actually cared about his feelings for once. It angered me.

But after our visit to Stark's Pond, I felt like he was actually my friend for once. Not the kind of friend that you just talk to sometimes at school, but a real friend that you look out for.

The idea of having a real friend scared me for some reason. It made me think that I would turn soft if I had one. And that was the last thing I wanted.

Kyle…my friend…the last two things I never thought I'd be able to put in the same sentence without lying about it or not caring at all. Ugh, my life…

Well, anyways, might as well get on with the story. The authoress knows you guys are probably just here for the plot instead of my totally-not-useless brooding.

When Kyle came over to the table at lunch, he looked really pissed. His emerald-green eyes were swirling with anger, but for some reason a little bit of anguish too.

"Hey Kahl. What did he wanna talk to you about?" I asked nonchalantly. It was his problem, so why should I care? His face softened. "It was nothing…just mad is all." he mumbled.

Clearly something was wrong. Knowing someone for about five or six years tends to give you the ability to sense those kinds of things. But I left it alone, since I didn't care. At all.

We just talked about normal things, and I tried not to think about the fact that we were sitting together…alone…

I shook the ridiculous thought out of my head. It wasn't like we were on a date or something, right? I'm not fucking gay! I like Patty Nelson! I fantasize about kissing Patty Nelson!

But then again, not as much anymore. I've been so absorbed with Kyle that she was pushed to the back of my mind…ugh…gay thoughts! Get out of my head! Nobody wants you here!

You may probably think I'm gay because of those few…incidents, but I'll let you know I'm NOT GAY. I like chicks. I only wanted Kyle to suck my balls for humiliation! Not pleasure!

Okay, maybe it would be pleasurable to humiliate him and taste his bittersweet tears but SHUT THE FUCK UP. I have my reasons, so you have no right to judge.

For some reason, I was never able to stray even a foot away from Kyle's side. I could tell he was weirded out and maybe even a bit pissed off about it but he didn't tell me to go away.

Some time in class, I really had to take a piss. When I was excused and went to the bathroom, Stan was waiting there, glaring daggers at me. "Oh, sup hippie?" I asked casually.

He cut straight to the chase. "What are you doing?" he growled darkly. I blinked in confusion; what did he mean? "What do you want with Kyle?" he snapped after I didn't reply.

"I'm just looking out for my bro because you're too lovestruck with some bitch to do it!" I scoffed. "Shut the fuck up, you fat piece of-" he stopped, "Wait, how did you know that?"

I smirked, knowing how to push his buttons. "Oh, he told me all about it! He told me about how absolutely selfish you were and how he never thought of leaving you sooner." I cackled.

Damn, I was making him and Kyle sound like a couple…

Stan's glare turned into a look of guilt and longing. I could have sworn I even saw a twinkle of envy in his eye. "He…he told you about it?" he stuttered.

"Yeah, not the smartest move. But trust me; if he felt miserable enough to tell me, then you must have really broken him down this time." I told him.

He just stood there, dumbstruck. "…miserable…" he echoed, absentmindedly. Then he just left the washroom without another word.

Being me, I simply shrugged and took a piss.

END OF CHAPTER

Author's Note: I know, short chapter after this long wait. But I promise I'll be updating more now, and I might even throw in a few more stories to challenge myself! Seeya next chapter,

Love, N3k0-Chn ;)