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This is a twoshot I wrote. The first chapter is a songfic but the second one isn't XD

Hope you like it! =D

Pairings: Kyman, Style (I never thought I'd ever write anything for Style but ah well!) XD

Song: Unfaithful by Rihanna

This is Kyle's POV again. XD

Enjoy!

Hello. My name is Kyle Broflovski. I'm a 21 year old Jewish boy who lives in a small apartment with my amazing boyfriend, Eric Cartman, in South Park, Colorado. We've been living here in this apartment for just over two months and we've been dating ever since graduation from High School. I love Cartman so much, with most of my heart. I'm guessing you're wondering why I only said most of my heart. Well that's because there's just one problem… Stan Marsh.

Stan's been my best friend since like… forever! But after we graduated from High School two years ago we kind of stopped talking. I haven't actually seen him in a really long time, except for one Friday night three weeks ago. That's when my love life turned upside-down.

It was just a normal day for me. I was sitting in with Cartman watching a movie, snuggled up together on the sofa. Then I got a phone call. I sighed and got up from my comfortable position on the sofa to walk out of the room and take the call. I was surprised to hear Stan on the other end of the line, but I was thrilled at the same time!

"Hey, Stan!" I cried. "What's up, dude? How have you been?"

"Hey, Kyle," he replied. "I was just wondering if you wanted to go out for a meal tomorrow night to catch up on old times. I really miss you, dude, and I'm free from work tomorrow so I was hoping you could come."

I was surprised to hear that too but of course I accepted the invitation.

"Great. Meet me at 9 outside the Goblet," he said. Then he hung up.

I walked back into the living room and sat down beside Cartman again, gently pulling his arm around me to get into the cosy position I was in before. He smiled and edged closer towards me and I rested my head on his shoulder.

"Who was that?" he asked quietly, his eyes still on the movie.

"Stan," I replied, and his eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Stan?" he repeated. "He hasn't talked to you in ages. Why the fuck did he decide to call now in the middle of our movie night?!"

"He wanted me to go out for a meal with him tomorrow night to catch up on old times," I replied, and I noticed him cringe slightly.

I gave him a questioning look, with one eyebrow raised. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"Well… it's just a little weird that he didn't ask me to go too," he replied. "Why did he just ask you?"

I shrugged. "Maybe because I'm his-" I paused and rephrased my sentence. "Maybe because I was his super best friend. So he probably missed me the most, no offence."

He grinned. "None taken. Well hope you have a nice time tomorrow."

"Thanks," I replied, and we fell silent as we watched the rest of the film, occasionally smiling at each other at the romantic parts in the movie.

The next night I went out to the restaurant with Stan. It was an awesome night! As soon as we saw each other, we threw our arms around each other and embraced tightly. Then we got a table and ordered our food.

We talked for hours! I couldn't believe we had so much to tell each other! Stan started off by telling me what he'd been up to ever since graduation. I was surprised to hear he was still dating Wendy Testaburger. I thought he'd have broken up and dated a new girl, but obviously not. Then he told me what he was planning on doing with his future and things like that.

Then I told my story about what I've been up to since graduation and how Cartman and I were doing. A strange look seemed to cross his face that day when I mentioned Cartman and I were still dating. I wasn't sure what it was then but I know now.

When we finally finished saying what we needed to say, we left. We gave each other a long, friendly hug before we left, and I felt my heartbeat accelerate as we hugged. When we finally separated we said another quick goodbye before leaving and heading towards our homes.

That was when my love life changed. Something happened that night. I wasn't sure what it was then but I knew now.

When I saw Stan again I had a strange feeling inside me. My heart started to race and I felt a strange, fluttering feeling in my stomach. It was such a familiar feeling but I wasn't sure what it was at first. The more I thought about it, the closer I was getting to realizing what it was. Then I finally realized why it was so familiar. I got that feeling whenever Cartman and I kissed or hugged or even touched.

The feeling was love.

I never thought I'd ever fall in love with my once super best friend, Stan Marsh. It just never seemed possible. We were too close as friends that it just could never happen. But it did. Since we hadn't seen each other in a long time before that night, it was possible.

My love life is messed up now. My heart is torn between the two people I love- Eric Cartman and Stan Marsh.

Story of my life

Searching for the right

But it keeps avoiding me

Sorrow in my soul

'Cause it seems that wrong

Really loves my company

He's more than a man

And this is more than love

The reason that the sky is blue

The clouds are rolling in

Because I'm gone again

And to him I just can't be true

Cartman knows. He knows I love Stan. He can read me like a book. He knew something was wrong the instant I came back from that night out with Stan. He mentioned it to me and in response I told him I didn't know what he was talking about.

That's when he came up to me and placed his hand on my chest. I hadn't a clue what he was doing then but I then realized it. He was listening to my heartbeat. My heartbeat always speeds up when I'm in love, I told him that before. My heart had been racing a mile a minute since I hugged Stan, and Cartman seemed to know. He must have also noticed my face was flushed, because he slowly brushed his thumb across it before sighing.

He said nothing to me. He just gazed sadly into my eyes before turning and leaving the room, his head hung low. I stared after him for ages before slowly collapsing onto my knees, my face overflowing with tears.

It's been three weeks now since that messed up day. Cartman seems to get more upset after every passing day. He can't even look straight at me without a few tears rolling down his cheek.

I'm in nearly as much pain as he is. I've been secretly going out with Stan every few nights, after I told him how I felt about him. He said he felt the same way and so we agreed to meet up every now and then. I was surprised to hear he felt the same way about me. I never thought he'd be bisexual… but I was happy, in a way.

Cartman knows I sneak out sometimes with Stan. He's never said it to me but I can read it on his face. He seems to know almost everything about me and Stan's relationship.

I'm not sure how much longer I can do this. I can't bear putting Cartman through so much pain. It's not like him to be like this- so quiet and upset. I want the old Cartman back- the old, romantic, funny, sweet Cartman I love. But I don't think he'll ever come back, unless I break up with Stan.

I've actually considered breaking up with Stan to go back to Cartman, and Cartman only. But I can't. I love Stan too much, just as much as I love Cartman. I can't leave either of them. I know I'm such a selfish person for doing this. I know I can't have both of them but I can't leave either of them. My heart won't let me.

And I know that he knows I'm unfaithful

And it kills him inside

To know that I am happy with some other guy

I can see him dying

I don't wanna do this anymore

I don't wanna be the reason why

Every time I walk out the door

I see him die a little more inside

I don't wanna hurt him anymore

I don't wanna take away his life

I don't wanna be a murderer

It's now a Saturday morning. I finally decide to do something about this. I can't go through with it any longer. I quietly walk into the bedroom and spot Cartman lying on our bed, watching the TV with a pained expression on his face. That's all he ever does now, ever since that night I went out with Stan. It seems to be the only thing that keeps his mind off us.

I stare at him for what seems like hours but in reality is only a few minutes. I'm not sure what to do now. I have to think.

He hasn't moved his eyes away from the TV, though he knows I'm here. He tensed up as soon as I walked in the door, even though I came in here as quiet as a mouse. It's like he's able to sense my presence.

I think about lying next to him and speaking with him but, for some reason, I can't. My brain is telling me that I should but my heart won't allow it.

Being the pathetic pussy that I am, I walk away. I walk out of the room and begin getting ready for another date with Stan, although I'm regretting not talking to Cartman.

I feel it in the air

As I'm doing my hair

Preparing for another date

A kiss upon my cheek

As he reluctantly

Asks if I'm gonna be out late

I say I won't be long

Just hanging with the guys

A lie I didn't have to tell

Because we both know

Where I'm about to go

And we know it very well

After a long while of thinking about it, I finally decide to not go on the date. I'm too upset and I need to think things through. I decide to text Stan and tell him I'm ill. He doesn't text back but I'm sure he got the message.

I decide to just go out for a walk by myself instead, so I can clear my head. I don't tell Cartman anything and I slip on my jacket and head out the door. He probably thinks I'm going out with Stan now, like as planned, but even if I told him I wasn't going out with him now he wouldn't believe me. He has no reason to believe me anymore.

The morning air is cool as I start walking, listening to the soft crunching sounds as I step on the snow-covered ground. I wrap my jacket tighter around me as I walk, letting my feet drag me whichever way they want, not really heading for any place in particular.

A few minutes later, I finally stop to look at my surroundings. I realize I'm near Stark's Pond so I decide to head there. No one is ever there so it's the perfect place to think.

I let out a long sigh as I walk, watching my breath circulate in the air as I exhale.

"Kyle!"

I swing around and my heart starts to beat faster as I spot a familiar figure jogging towards me: Stan.

I sigh again, slightly irritated that my peaceful walk is disturbed and also worried about what to say because he thinks I'm sick…

I force a weak smile at him as he approaches me. "H Hey, Stan," I greet him, trying to make my voice sound poorly.

"What are you doing out here so early?" he asks me. "I thought you were sick."

"I am," I reply, not looking him in the eyes. "I just needed some air. What about you? Why are you out here? You got my text, didn't you?"

He nodded. "Yeah, but when you said you were sick I decided to just come over and hang out with you in your apartment and look after you. We didn't really have to do anything since you're unwell but I thought maybe we could just talk or play video games or something and I could get you anything if you needed it- medicines, a drink, anything." He pauses for a moment, and I'm about to say something but he interrupts me. "So can I still come over? Like I said, we wouldn't have to do anything-"

"No!" I suddenly snap, causing him to flinch in surprise. My voice came out sharper than I meant it to, and it even surprised me.

"Oh, sorry," he mumbles, looking hurt. "I guess I shouldn't have decided to just go over there without asking first."

I pause for a moment before letting out a sigh. "I'm really sorry, Stan. I didn't mean to snap. It's just that…" I pause and gaze into his eyes, a sad and serious look on my face. "Cartman," I finish, and he blinks in response, looking confused.

"What?" he asks, and I explain impatiently.

"Cartman would be even more upset than he already is if he saw you hanging out with me in the apartment," I say.

He stares at me for a moment, a look of complete bewilderment on his face, and then he finally blinks. "But why would he care if you let me into your apartment if you two broke up?" he asks, and this time it's my turn to look confused.

"Huh?" is all that manages to come out of my mouth.

He repeats the question and I stare at him stupidly. I blink slowly, one eyebrow raised. "Stan, what the hell are you talking about? Cartman and I never broke up."

His eyes shoot wide open and I flinch in surprise, feeling more puzzled than ever!

"Dude, what?" I ask, taking a wary step back, since he looked about ready to explode.

"You and Cartman are still together?!" he cries. "But you and I are together! You can't have both of us, Kyle! I thought you broke up with Cartman when we started dating! I broke up with Wendy!"

I blink in surprise at that. "Y You broke up with Wendy?" I ask slowly.

He nods, taking a deep breath to calm himself down from that huge outburst.

"F For me?" I ask.

"Of course. I love you, Kyle, remember?" he replies, and I feel my cheeks start to warm up.

"I I didn't know, Stan," I say, staring down at the ground in shame. "I seriously had no idea."

He places a hand on my shoulder as he waits for me to continue. I pause for a moment, and then I go on.

"You love Wendy," I say. "You've always loved Wendy. She's broken up with you a couple of times but you've never broke up with her before. Until now… and it's because of me. You broke up with her for me." I finally look up and gaze into his eyes. "You really love me, Stan. You really do."

"Of course I do," he agrees softly. He gives me an intent look and lets out a long sigh. "Kyle, I know this is hard for you but I need to tell you this now." He pauses for a moment, and I wait impatiently. Then he continues. "You can't be with both of us, Kyle. It will never work out if you stay with both me and Cartman. In the end, you might end up losing both of us, which you'll regret. So I'm telling you now. Pick one of us… before you get hurt."

I stare at him for a long time, and soon I feel tears start to prick my eyes. I try to hold them back by blinking repeatedly.

"It's ok to cry, Kyle," Stan says sympathetically. "Let it out, if you want."

I sniff and allow the tears to stream down my face, and drip onto the snow-covered ground, making small dark dots appear on the snow.

"You don't have to choose now," he adds. "You can have time to think about it. But when you decide who you're picking you should call us both down together and tell us at the same time. It's the best way."

I nod, and he throws his arms around me in a comforting hug. I hug him back lightly, letting my tears roll down onto his shoulder and then onto the snow again.

I think deeply as I head back towards the apartment, taking slow heavy steps as I walk. After Stan and I said our goodbyes he left for home and I continued my walk to Stark's Pond. I stayed there by myself for nearly two hours, thinking everything through thoroughly.

I've never been in such a difficult position before in my entire life! You have no idea how much pain I'm in right now from having to decide between the two I love. It is the hardest choice I'll ever have to make, and I'm not sure if I can do it.

I considered committing suicide back at Stark's Pond. It wouldn't have been hard. All I'd have to do is jump into the pond and let myself drown, but I decided against it. Although it would have gotten rid of my pain, it would have put many others in pain too- my parents, Ike, my friends, my family, Stan, Cartman, etc.

Stan would have been extremely upset if I'd done it, but I had a strange feeling he'd get over it eventually. He wasn't usually one to hold onto something forever. He'd usually just let go and move on if something like that happened.

Cartman, on the other hand, wouldn't. He is already depressed as it is. If I killed myself… I'm not sure what he'd do. He'd either go through life holding onto the sorrow, feeling agonized through his entire life, or he might consider killing himself too.

I couldn't let that happen. I just couldn't.

I try to forget about those awful thoughts as I open the door to my apartment. I walk inside and shut the door behind me, wiping away the remaining tears on my face so Cartman wouldn't know I've been crying.

I don't succeed. As soon as I walk into our bedroom, Cartman looks up at me from the bed and I can read from the look on his face that he instantly knows I've been crying. He's smart like that.

He fidgets slightly, as if he's debating whether to come over and comfort me, or whether to stay where he is and ignore me, like he's been doing for a long time now.

As I gaze into his beautiful eyes again, for once in a long time, I suddenly burst into tears again, unintentionally, surprising even me, and he immediately rushes over to me and throws his arms around me, embracing me tightly.

I sob harder as I hug him back firmly. I didn't realize how much I missed the feel of his arms around me and now that I knew, I never wanted him to let go.

But of course, he does let go, eventually. He wipes away the tears from my face gently with his thumbs and stares into my eyes, as I gaze back into his.

"It's ok, Kyle," he says softly, his breath gently blowing in my face, tickling me. I nearly faint when I hear the sound of his voice again. It's only been a few weeks since I last heard it but to me, it felt like years.

"Stan's just a dumbass anyway," he continues, and I blink at him in confusion. "He's a dumbass for breaking up with you. But don't worry; I'm here for you, Kyle. I'm always here for you."

He plants a quick kiss on my forehead, which I don't really notice since I'm too busy dwelling on his words. I stare in complete bewilderment at him for a while before he finally frowns.

"What?" he asks and I finally blink.

"Stan didn't break up with me," I say softly, and he immediately takes a step back away from me, breaking eye contact. I notice a look of hurt and disappointment cross his face and I start to feel unhappy again.

I let out a silent sigh, sad that our warm moment is gone again.

His eyes narrow slightly and I notice tears appear at the corners. "Then why were you crying?" he asks me dejectedly, his voice mixed with pain, anger, disappointment and sorrow.

I blink back the coming tears, trying hard not to cry in front of him again. "Because I know I can't do this anymore," I reply. "I can't be with both you and Stan, as much as I want to. I love you both so much, and I can't leave either of you. But I know I have to…"

Cartman meets my eyes again, and this time his eyes are full of pure agony, nothing else, just complete and pure agony.

"Then go with him," he says, his voice coming out as a hushed whisper.

I just about manage to hear him and I stare at him in shock, my eyes widening like saucers and my mouth hanging open.

"W What?" I mumble.

"Go with Stan," he repeats, his voice louder this time, and I see him shaking frantically, his eyes darkening with the pain. "Just choose Stan over me and leave it at that. It's so obvious how much you love him, so just be with him. I can't deal with this shit anymore! You're tearing me apart, Kyle!" he shouts the last sentence, tears now rolling down his cheeks uncontrollably.

I realize now that I'm shaking, more with unhappiness than fear. I stare into Cartman's eyes as he looks back into mine, both of us unable to stop our continuous shaking.

"I I love you, Cartman," I whisper, my voice shaking and unable to go any louder. "I love you so much."

There are now tears streaming down both our faces and neither of us bother to wipe them away or try to hold them back. We just let them flow freely down our cheeks.

"I love you too, Kyle," he finally answers. "But I can't go through with this anymore. If you stay with me, I'll feel like I've dragged you away from Stan. And I won't be able to live with myself."

"But you won't drag me away from him if I choose you," I explain, trying to make him see my point.

He shakes his head slowly, again breaking eye contact. "No, Kyle. To me, it'll just feel like I tore you away from him, even if you just choose me yourself." He pauses and edges closer towards me, placing his large hand on my tear-stained cheek. "Now you go with Stan. Live in a lovely house with him and have a nice long happy life. I'll be fine by myself."

He removes his hand and more tears escape my eyes, drowning my face. I feel myself shaking wildly, and a surge of pain rushes through my body, the pain intensifying at a certain part of my chest… my heart.

I whimper and sob harder in agony as I literally feel my heart starting to snap in two. I groan and clutch my chest tightly, slowly feeling my body becoming weaker.

"Kyle! Kyle, are you ok? What's wrong?!" cries Cartman worriedly, squeezing my shoulders firmly, though I can hardly feel them.

My hearing starts to fade and my vision blurs. The last thing I remember seeing are Cartman's beautiful brown eyes staring worriedly into mine, and I hear his striking voice scream my name over and over again, as he shakes me wildly.

I start to feel my eyes close of their own accord and I feel my body falling, as if I'm falling off the highest peak of a mountain. Then… I black out.

I have no idea what I thought of that! I'm not sure if I hate it or love it XD

I'll leave it up to you. I have the next chapter written already so I just need to look over it for mistakes and all that. So it'll be up soon.

By the way, it wasn't much of a songfic, was it? XD Ah well! Lol XD

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