It's Love
Summary: Kyle finally knows how he feel about Cartman. Oneshot.
Disclaimer: I do not own South Park. All rights go to Matt and Trey.
I apologize for any grammatical errors that I may have overlooked. It's my first story, so if it's horrible, you'll know why.
I wish I could just ignore your presence. I wish I could ignore the things you do to me, the things you make me feel. My heart starts pumping faster, I can't think straight, and my stomach starts fluttering like crazy. I've never felt like this before. Not with another guy.
It's not fair. How the fuck can I not feel this way about you? You're so goddamn perfect. You've finally grown into your body, so now you're tall and muscular. Your thick, medium brown hair is always a little messy, and your chocolate coloured eyes are just so… What are they, exactly? Amazing, deep, sexy? All of those? I can't describe them.
If you only knew how many nights I've been lying sleepless in my bed, thinking about you. I think I've went through every fantasy you can think of. From the romantic-picnic-staring-eachother-deeply-in-the-eyes kind of fantasy to those of naked, sweaty bodies, and a lot of moans and whimpers. It scared me at first, I'll admit that. Not only did I fantasize about doing THAT with a dude, but I fantasized about doing it with you. Of all people. It's just not right. We've always hated eachother. When we where little, we only wanted eachother to die. Now I'm not so sure anymore.
If only you where still a complete ass to me. Then I'd have some kind of a turn-off (I hope). But you've only become nicer and nicer towards me over the years. You still tease me sometimes, but it's completely different from when we where nine. When we where nine, you'd call me a "Dirty Jew-boy", with a smug smirk on your face, eyes full of hatred. When you call me that now, you always flashes me a sincere smile, your eyes are playful, and you always kinda… Purr. Yup, that's right, you always have this warm, sensual purr in your voice. And I always need to go to the bathroom afterwards. There's just something about that purr in your voice that makes the blood rush down south.
The fact that we are starting to do things together without Stan and Kenny doesn't make it any better. Stan is still my Super Best Friend, and always will be. But whenever he's with Wendy, and Kenny is dead, we just hang out. It's torture. I just want to kiss those perfect lips of yours, but I can't. Even though you've admitted that you're bisexual, I can't get myself to do it. I don't have the balls.
You know, over the years I've thought a lot, and I've finally come to terms with my feelings for you. I think you feel the same way as I do. But I'll wait, and let you take the first step. I sure as hell hope you do. But just the fact that we've become so close, is good enough for now, and a huge step in the right direction. Because, I finally know what I feel for you. It's not anger, or hatred or anything like that. It's love.
I love you, Eric Cartman.
A/N: I don't know whether or not this is pure crap. If that's the case, then I'm sorry. Well, anyways, if it WAS just plain shit, tell me. If you on the other hand think it was good, I'd also like to know. Either way, please review, and thanks for reading :D