A/N:

The idea for this Cartman/Kyle one-shot occurred to me when I was walking to college to other day. I thought to myself: "I have written Cartman/Kyle fics when their older, but never when their the age they are in the show..."

This lead me to write a one-shot based on the episode "Stupid Spoiled Whore Video Playset" from the 8th season. This one-shot is based on that small scene where Cartman disguises himself so he can get into Bebe's party; the scene was so perfect for a Cartman/Kyle, I couldn't resist writing it!

By the way, it's my first attempt at some strong romance scenes so, please be nice when reviewing!

Also, the Kyle and Cartman will be out of character - just thought I should let you know that.

Sorry for bad spelling and grammar issues!

Warning: Some strong MalexMale kissing and making out, filled with Kyman's epicness.

Disclaimer: I am obliged to write this statement, for if I don't, I would probably be sued for god knows how much money. In short, I don't own South Park; Matt Stone and Trey Parker do.

It Was Him
Written by mpkio2

It was at Bebe's slutty party when I first laid eyes on him, when I fell in love with him...

Seeing how Paris Hilton had visited South Park not only two days ago to open up a new store that sells the most slutiest things you could imagine. Naturally, seeing how Paris Hilton is so "cool" with the girls, Bebe and all the girls in our year started to wear the most provocative clothes you would ever see a nine year old girl to wear. The strangest thing, however, came two days after this event...

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I was making my way down the school corridor, minding my own business as I do so, walking in the direction of the school cafeteria, Clyde in front of me, he too walking in the same direction as I. Up ahead; I see Bebe and some of the girls in my class. They were all, obviously, still wearing their slutty clothes. They stood standing by some lockers, Cartman, the egotistical asshole that I loathe strongly, was standing next to the girls, had his back turned, and was busy with rammerging in his locker. The girls said some things to Clyde as he walked on by, giving a confused expression as he made his way. I thought nothing of it as I continued to walk.

"Oh, here comes Kyle!" One of the girls said in an excited voice (I believed her name was Millie or something like that). And as I walked on ahead, I saw Cartman's eyes follow my figure, ignoring him and the girls all completely. But I failed at the last part....

"Hmm....talk to me cousha boy" The girl named Red hummed to me in a very weird voice. Wait....were they....trying to flirt with me? What the fuck is going on!?

"I'd like to twitlze his pixiestick," Another girl said in the same tone Red used not mere seconds ago.

Fighting the urge not to look at the girls, I caved in. I looked at them with a confused and bewilded expression on my face, trying to confirm what I was thinking was actually true. They all smiled at me; did this not answer my question and left me even more confused.

I decided to leave the girls with their own antics; I didn't want to bother thinking about what kind of motive the girls had in mind and what their somewhat, strange and weird words, meant to me. But as I carried on walking, Bebe shouted:

"Party at my house tonight, Kyle!" I took this as an invitation. Why the girls wanted to invite me to a party, I didn't know (Although, I had an idea but I doubted that would be it). None of the girls in my class had even invited me to one of their parties, neither birthday or house.

But now that I had been invited, I didn't believe I should attend. Something (What, I don't know) urged me not to go, not to attend.

With my brain concentrating on my thoughts, I hadn't realized I entered the cafeteria. I rubbed my head and joined the line to grab some food. Once I had a tray with food, I heard a familiar voice shout "Kyle!" I looked around and saw Stan sitting at a table with all the other guys.

I smiled and joined them straight away. I sat next to Stan, opposite Kenny. Apparently, everyone was in deep conversation. I didn't have to ask for Clyde had asked the guys on the table what they thought was going to happen at Bebe's party. This answered another question I was going to ask: "Whose attending Bebe's party?". It seemed as if all of the guys were attending; all seemed to be talking about it. Cartman, however, sat in peace, eating away at the chicken nuggets, his face in a frown, his eyes looking down. I guess he wasn't invited; more reason for me to attend Bebe's party.....

"Can't wait to see what Bebe' has in store," Stan said excitedly.

"Yeah," I murmured, but loud enough for the guys to here. "Me too,"

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And so here I am in Bebe's house, up against the wall with a girl trying to force her tongue into my mouth. I protested at the action, but she ignored me altogether. I squirmed under her body against mine; I really didn't like this. And as I looked around the room, I could tell that none of the other boys was enjoying themselves.

Token was pinned to the floor by Millie and a girl named Annie. What they were trying to do to him (Which involved taking the boy's pants down), I didn't want to know. Clyde was being flirted by a girl named Teresa. Stan was pinned down on a chair by Red, Tweek was being chased around the room by a girl I didn't know the name of. All the boys was not enjoying Bebe's party at all. Well, except for Kenny who looked as if he had died and gone to heaven.....again (He spent fifteen minutes in the closet with Hannah!).

By the time the girl had successfully pushed her tongue into my mouth and I jumped and squealed in surprise and protest, I knew it was time for me to leave the party.

I pushed her back gently, stopping her from attacking my mouth.

"Hey!" She exclaimed. "Why'd you do that for, baby?"

"I'm leaving this party," I said in a firm voice. "Goodbye," I firmly budged by her, not caring much if I knocked her again. I made my way through the battlefield that was Bebe's party. I stepped over boys and girls, ignoring everything that was happening around me. The party looked more like a scene from Greek mythology; harpies were attacking the titans.

Ignoring the provocative acts around the room helped a lot, for I was almost at the front door, freedom in my grasp.

But as the front door came into sight, my body froze and my heart started to race......

There in the doorframe stood a boy with light brown, smooth hair, the tips of his hair, highlighted with a dark brown colour. He was wearing a grey shirt, wore a pair of black pants and had a jacket swung over his left shoulder. He was rather large and looked a little porky.

I didn't move at all. My brain wasn't working, my heart thumping wildly. I didn't respond to anything around me. I didn't blink at all, my eyes on hi the whole time. But as fast as he appeared, he disappeared just as fast.

I shook my head, vigorously, thinking I saw wrong. But as I looked back at the front door, the boy had disappeared. I darted my eyes around the room , thinking I would see a flash of brown that was his hair or the colour of grey that was his shirt. He couldn't have gone too far! But the boy was nowhere to be seen....

I didn't think I would find him walking outside in the dark deserted streets (Who could deny entrance to a boy as handsome as that!?), but I was clearly wrong. The boy's head was down, looking completely depressed, walking alone, as snow slowly drifted down and settled onto the ground.

"Hey!" I shouted as I ran after the boy, spotting his shoulder in the light of the lamppost. "Wait up, kid!"

The boy stopped to a halt, and slowly turned around. I was right behind him now, my hands on my knees, my upper body slouched over, panting for breathe. As I lifted to my full height, I saw the boy's face turn into a face of confusion and surprise.

"Kahl?" The boy said with just as much shock and surprise he showed on his face. "What are you doing here?"

This, in turn, shocked and surprised me. "H-how do you know who I am?" I titled my head to the side, inquisitively.

There was a long silence, the only noise being the music that was heard from Bebe's house party. The expression on the boy's face seemed to be one of concentration; he looked as if he was thinking things over in his head. And as he did this, I looked onto his face, and my heart melted instantly. He was so handsome......but what was that other feeling? Should I even be feeling it at this age? But he was so cute and he was so....so....I just wanted to grab him and kiss-

"Kid?" A distant voice sent me back to reality. But as I shook my head and looked ahead, I realized that the voice wasn't distant at all. "You....really don't know who I am?"

This sort of confused me; why would I know who he was? And why did he ask the question with a hint of nervousness? What was he afraid of?

"No," I answered. "I don't know who you are," The boy's eyes lit up; I smiled. They seemed so soft, so beautiful....

"Then....why did you call me to stop?" The boy asked, titling his head to the side a little.

At this point, I turned all nervous. I held my hands together behind myself, darted my eyes down at the scattered snow and kicked my right leg aimlessly, not kicking anything in particular. Why did I become so nervous all of a sudden?

"Well, I...." I started, by voice a little shaky. "....I....you looked very lonely when you walked away from Bebe's party....." I looked up to see his reaction, both of our eyes meeting. He looked as if he wanted to be anywhere but here; my heart plummeted a little bit.

"W-What!?" He exclaimed. He folded his arms. "I am NOT lonely!" He shouted angrily, his eyes narrowed.....he sounded very familiar. "I just.....don't need any people, that's all," He turned his back to me.

Straight away, I could tell he was hurt. He seemed like he was a caring soul, but at the same time, there was this other side to him, a side that didn't care at all. Maybe I was looking to much into it (For I had only met hi mere five minutes ago), but something told me I was right...

I slowly, but tentatively put my hand onto his shivering shoulder. He jumped a little and yanked my comforting hand away.

"I'm leaving," The boy said in a thick voice, filled with anger and sadness. He started to trot on. I followed him.

"Well....can I take you home?" I don't know why I was asking this question; I just knew I had to ask him. He stopped suddenly, turned to face me and said in a whisper:

"What?" I could see there were some tears in the corner of his eyes. "You...wanna take me home?" The boy asked the question again, probably not knowing if he heard me right. I nodded my head to answer. "Why?"

I shrugged my shoulders and smiled weakly. "You look like you need a friend," And it was true, he really did. He looked as if he had gone through a lot....what had happened to him? Whatever did happen to him, I' sure it was anything good. I just wanted to comfort him and hug hi tightly to my body...

"Why do you wanna take me home?" The boy asked the question again with a slight anger to his voice. His arms were folded and his eyes were narrowed, again.

"I just.....wanna help you," I looked down, feeling a little embarrassed, but also a little upset that he would think I would have another motive to take hi home. What was he thinking? Did he think I was some twisted fucked up kid?

The boy's chubby face seemed to soften. His gorgeous eyes sparkled with shock, his mouth hung open a little. God, he looked beautiful....

"Err....OK," The angel walked a little closer to me, his eyes staring into mine. The light above us coming from the lamppost made an ominous glow, small snowflakes falling between us.

"Where's your house?" I asked him. He fidgeted, moving his right foot against the snow.

"Actually," I sensed the nervousness in his voice, immediately. Can....we go to your house?"

That startled me; I didn't expect him to ask me such a question. Did he already posses so much trust in me already? I mean, he didn't even know my name, who I was! Why was he asking me such a question? But when I looked into his chocolate filled, pitiful eyes, I smiled, goofily.

"I....sure. I mean, if you want to...." I let him answer that question, which he did with a nod. I nodded my head as well and smiled at him; he smiled back. "OK....follow me this way..." I walked in the opposite direction; he followed me by coming to my side.

The night was dark and the streets were cold and deserted. I saw him shiver. I put a warm hand to his shoulder.

"It's gonna be alright, kid," I said in a comforting voice. "By the way, what's your name?" The boy didn't answer straight away. Stupidly, I thought he didn't have a name once much time passed. But this thought left my brain as he whispered out:

"Eric,"

"My name's Kyle," And as we walked on ahead, I swear I heard him whisper back: "I know,"

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By the time I and Eric entered my house, it was half past eleven. Luckily for myself, my parents were asleep in their bedroom. When I asked if I could go to Bebe's party, they thoroughly told me "No,". Not wanting to be the only boy in the whole class not to go to the party (Well, except for that fatass, Cartman), I told my parents I was going to sleep early, locked my door, climbed out of my window and went off to the party.

I opened the door with my key. We both entered the warm room that welcomed us. I turned on a light and I whispered:

"You can sit on the couch if you want...." What? Why would I offer to ask him a question like that? Of course he was welcomed to sit on a couch! What was I thinking!?

"Thanks," Eric muttered as he sat on the couch, looking down at the floor.

"You can watch some TV if you like......" The boy....Eric, shock his head. I sighed.

"Do you want something to eat or-?" But my question was cut off abruptly.

"What's wrong with me?" Eric asked, as he looked up to me with wide brown eyes; he looked so adorable! Wait, concentrate, Brofovski! He's upset....

"Nothing's wrong with you," I said in a calm voice. I sat next to him and I put a arm around him. The next thing I knew, he leaned his head onto my shoulder and started to sob into my shirt. I patted his head. "It's...OK, Eric,"

"W-why is m-my life s-so fucked u-up!?" Eric sobbed harder into my shirt, not looking up at me at all. "W-why doesn't a-anyone l-like me?" At this being said, my heart ached for the guy.

"I'm sure that's not true," I said comfortingly, even though I didn't know that was true or not. Eric cried more so I rocked hi backwards and forwards calming him down by making a "Shh" noise into his ear. "I don't see how anyone can hate you," Kyle, dangerously, put his nose into the boy's brown hair, smelling the cool scent that lingered in the brown hair.

"It is true!" Eric wailed, loudly. "Nobody ever plays with, nobody says nice things about me, nobody ever invites me to their party!" After this being said, I understood what was wrong. It all made sense now; Eric had tried to enter Bebe's party but he was denied access. He then left the party, a party where everyone else was invited to.

"The person I really like, hates me1" Eric continued to sob, tightly, taking a grip at Kyle's shirt. "The kid hates me!" I held onto him tighter. What I was about to say, about to do, was very risky. But the kid, this cute, adorable boy, needed it....

"I like you a lot," I said in a whisper. Eric looked into my eyes. "I....really do like you.......I-I guess.....what I'm trying to say is......" It was now or never; this was the moment. I gulped down the fear in my throat, held the boy's face in my hands and said:

"I love you, Eric," And in one swift motion, I pressed his lips against mine. A soft fluttering feeling lifted in my body. My heart beat strongly, thundering against Eric's body. I didn't notice how Eric didn't respond at first, but after a few minutes, he put his arms around my neck and started to press his lips against mine.

Eric slowly pushed me down onto the couch. His kisses were so passionate, so strong, yet so desperate, like he was desperate for human contact. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him back passionately.

And then, Eric did something i thought he wouldn't do; he slowly unbuttoned my shirt. He took it off in one movement. I then, nervously (Wondering where the heck this was going), undid his shirt and took it off. The excitement was in the air and we both felt it between us. I also felt the excitement in my crouch....what the fuck was going on? But in my confusion, Eric had already started to unbutton my pants. I did the same to him. Once off, I properly saw the excitement in Eric's underwear, which in turn made me more excited. It was going to be a confusing and exciting night.....

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We had just finished. We both lay on the couch, both of us panting heavily. It was one exciting experience.....but I just couldn't believe I did it at the age of nine! I mean, how many nine year olds did this sort of thing, and with the same sex! If anyone knew about this....my life would be in shatters. My life would be over.

Eric, who was now putting on his clothes, didn't look at me at all. I could just about see the confused expression on his face. He must have been just as confused as I was....but, did he like me the way I like him? Or was it just because he was lonely?

Not wanting to really know the answer to that question, I too started to dress myself. The silence between us was deafening.

Once Eric was fully dressed, I saw him walk over to my front door; he wasn't going to leave without saying goodbye, was he? I walked over to him, standing in the way of his exit.

"Err....I guess I'll see you in school then," I said rather lamely, rubbing the back of my head, not looking at him.

"No, you won't," came the answer from Eric. I looked to him.

"What?" I asked.

"You won't see me in school, never," Eric said in a dark voice. What was he talking about?

"I'll see you in-"

"You won't see me ever again, Kahl," Eric whispered in a upset and angry voice. I was really confused now; what did he mean "never see him again"? He wasn't leaving was he? He couldn't go! I love him too much to let him go!

"You can't-" My broken voice did nothing, for Eric pushed me aside and opened the door. My heart ached for him not leave.

"Please, wait-" And that's when he said it.....

"I love you, Kahl," And he left my house, closing the door with a loud slam.

Kahl....Kahl....Kahl......That name was mine, but how it was pronnounced was not my name. Someone always pronounced my name like that, one egotistical asshole always called me that, made my life a living nightmare......who....loved me? I loved?

No, it couldn't be.....no......please, God, no.....

It was him.

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A/N:

Wow. It came out much differently than what I expected, but I enjoyed writing it all the same. Is it so wrong to say that the make-out scene turned me on? LOL

Anyway, this is my first fluffy romantc Cartman/Kyle, so I hope you enjoyed reading it.

I know nine years old is a little young for Cartman and Kyle to....you know....but that's just the way it is; deal with it! (But I couldn't stop to think; do they even have condoms? Lol)

I have an urge to continue this.

Please leave feedback by leaving me reviews, telling me what you think of it! Did you hate it love it!?

~mpkio2 signing off!~