I don't want anyone else, but you

I DO NOT OWN SOUT PARK CHARACTERS: created by Matt&Trey

Title inspired by Moldy Peaches Song

Eric P.O.V

Another day, another day of school, another day of pretending to be someone I'm not, another day of torture. I can't think of anything worse than waking up and going to school right now.

"Eric honey, you need to wake up!" my mom yelled from down the stairs.

"I'm already up." I replied back, I hated when people told me to wake up or good morning when I was obviously already awake. I jumped out of bed and dressed myself in front of my mirror. I no longer felt uncomfortable about my body. I was lean and muscular. I thought I was decent looking enough, but noooooooooo. No girl wanted to go out with the use-to-be-fat boy, the boy who has father issues, and the boy who someone started a rumor saying he was gay.

I bet it was Clyde, god I hate Clyde.

I went into the bathroom and cleaned up quickly. I was going to be late for the bus and I did not want to walk in the cold again like yesterday. I ran down the stairs and grabbed my backpack.

"Bye mom see ya later." I shouted as I raced out the front door. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted a yellow blotch slowly approaching. Oh thank God. When it reached my house I climbed on and made my way toward the back. I spotted an open seat in the back. It was mine and I was ready to take down the person who was going to challenge me for it. I don't think anyone was really going to because I was the biggest sophomore; actually I was bigger than the majority of the seniors.

"Hey Cartman," Stan spoke emotionless.

"Hey Stan," I spoke gruffly and took my seat.

The bus was roaring with excitement, but for me it was like an awkward doctor's office. I hated everyone on this bus, I hated everyone period. Except for my mom, she's all I have.

Then the bus came to an abrupt stop as it settled in front of Brovfloski's house. Kyle emerged from the door and ran toward the bus, when the door opened a rush of cold air drifted in. The cold air slowly made its way to the back and when it did it sent chills up my spine. Kyle walked over across from my seat and sat by Stan. It felt as if someone was watching me. I looked over and spotted Kyle looking at me from the corner of his eye.

Then he noticed me looking over, his cheeks turned pink and he slumped back into the cheap leather seat. That's weird. The rest of the bus ride was like this, him catching quick glances of the person across from him, and me catching the person who was across from me in the act of. Every time it was the same, he turned pink and casually looked away. This time though when he did it, instead of looking out of the corner of my eye I looked at him face to face with a puzzled and angry look on my face. I was getting tired of his middle school girl gimmick.

"What do you want Kyle?" I asked quickly.

"Hi Eric, I wanted to ask you if…..." But before he could finish the bus arrived at the school and I dashed off forgetting that he was trying to talk to me.

"Eric…ERIC," I heard him yelling.

Then as soon as I remembered I turned around, and there right behind me was Kyle. I bumped into him and almost took him out.

"What," I asked crossly.

"Meet me during lunch behind the bleachers of the football field, okay." Kyle said nervously.

"Yeah sure, whatever I'm going to be late for class." I ran off to my home room, puzzled at way Kyle would want to talk to me about.

Kyle why, why do I not anyone else but you.