He ran as fast as he could. His legs were carrying him through the field and into the clearing. There he saw him. His lover was on that god forsaken train. To his dismay he couldn't reach it and missed. The fall seemed to faze him little as the brunette got up and brushed himself off and looked around. There has to be something to catch up with. To his left a horse whinny and kicked its legs in the air.
"You have got to be shitting me."
Galloping through fields and catching up quickly, the teen grinned and slapped the horse to go faster. His window was in sight and sudden urge to see him-be with him filled his body. His blood boiled, his mind went fuzzy and it seemed a high had overcame him.
"I'm coming for you." He breathed and found the window. There he was holding hands with that bitch. He looked at him with a sudden glance but then stared at him. Grinning the man on the horse waved a hand and had a smug grin on him even though on the inside he was screaming for him. His name over and over again suddenly remember that night they made love for the first time. The first kiss the first look the first everything. The fights and basically everything they shared.
"What the hell are you doing?" He screamed as he opened the window. The brunette's brown eyes sparkled as he spoke.
"Look, we have been through crazy shit. And I mean crazy shit! But even though I hate you so much and you hate me so much we can't deny the fact that were head over heels in love with each other. Don't try to runaway…p-please."
The boy sighed, his eyes scanned the boy and smirked. This made the brunette's heart race and a fuzzy warm feeling erupt in his stomach. Was this real love? The mission to be his lover seemed to inspire the other boy in the train as he got up, shook off the girl and jumped into the brunette's arms. Grinning he looked at the teen's face and frowned. Pulling off the hat in one fluid moition he let the delicious red locks of hair loose.
"Always did like you with your hat off." He murmured and locked lips with the red head in his arms.
"Cartman, you are one damned bastard and I love you."
"Love you too Kahl."