Oh the beautiful freedom of knowing no matter what, any story that has Cartman will be rated M due to strong language. I may as well just have fun as I usually do and if you know my work, then you know I go all out for the sheer thrill of it. Future Eric/Kyle/Stan obviously.


The night before their junior level in high school started, three out of four friends met up at Stan's house. Stan's parents divorced for a second time, not surprisingly, it was because of Randy's immature personality. He barely went to work and spent most days in bed. This gave Stan much control of the house. The heat was on and it was warm enough for the boys to take off their hats.

Stan's black hair was long enough to be considered shagged, his body could be seen as toned through the red sweater and blue jeans he was wearing. Kenny was skinny as usual, though not as bad as he would have been if he didn't go to jail for beating up his sister Karen's tormentor. His blond hair was neater compared to the last time the boys saw his hair. Kenny gave up his childhood coat and got a tan leather jacket and his blue skinny jeans. As for Kyle, he was always thin, his orange coat was open enough to show the black shirt under and black jeans. He didn't wish to remove his green ushanka.

"So where's Fatass?" Kyle asked matter-of-factly

"Why? You missss him?" Kenny asked laughing.

"No! I'm just curious where he is, is all." Kyle answered.

"Don't worry about Cartman. We'll see him tomorrow." Stan replied, "Now for some X-Box."


At school, Kyle was observant of Eric. He did't want to be sneak attacked by insults or sexually assaulted as Eric was becoming known for. Safe through out the day, or so Kyle believed. Unaware that piercing brown eyes had been stalking him since school began. One class left of the day and no Eric. Kyle wondered if he'd ever see Eric or hear his insults that he had became accustomed to. When he thought the coast was clear, he felt hot breath on the back of his neck that trailed to his ear. Kyle's heart skipped a beat, he whispered, "Oh no."

"Miss me, Jew?" Eric whispered into Kyle's ear.

"Get away from me, Fatass." Kyle grunted quietly.

Their teacher looked their way and Kyle sunk in his seat. Eric smiled with his 'innocent though guilty' smile that made the teacher not call on them. Through out class, Eric proceeded to whisper crude remarks about Kyle being stupid and a Jew. Kyle was pissed off but refused to shout out against him; knowing that's what Eric wants him to do.

After school, the four of them met up. To their surprise, Eric didn't look like how he did when school let out. Under his red coat and khaki pants, were muscle. His face was thinner and without his hat, his short brown hair was spiked. Kyle wanted to be first to comment how great Eric looked but didn't want to appear 'queer' in front of their friends. Stan left shortly after with Wendy and Kenny had to go to the middle school to take Karen home. It was just Kyle and Eric whom decided to walk as it started raining.

Eric's house was closer than Kyle's and without umbrellas, the boys were soaked. "Why don't you come inside. I'll dry your clothes for you and you can stay until it stops... if you want, Kahl." Eric offered as they went up his walk way. Kyle was unsure, it was rare when Eric was nice to him, this could have been a trick. At last minute, Kyle mumbled, "Thank you, Cartman."

Leanne heard the door open, was in the kitchen and shouted, "I made fudge for special little guy."

"Memmmmm!" Eric whined, "Did you make cocoa!?

"Of course I did, Eric"

Kyle was rolling on the floor laughing. Eric glared at him, "Shut up, Ginger!"

"Oh so I'm a ginger now? Thought I was a day walker?"

Eric glared at him, "Get to my room nnnnow."

Once there, Eric threw Kyle a pair of pajama pants, "Your underwear should be dry as well as your shirt... just toss me what's wet."

"Turn around, Cartman, I don't want you watching me."

Eric turned around but did take peeks at Kyle. Kyle was a bit too thin for the pajama pants; even with his bulky dark green boxers. He fingered at his ushanka, not really wanting to take it off. Eric must have turned around at some point after changing into a pair of pants and picked up the orange coat, jeans, and socks as well as his own clothes.

"That too, Kahl." Eric pointed to Kyle's hat.

Kyle took a deep breath and slid it off. Eric's lips parted in response, Kyle's hair was short.

"What happened to your hair?!" Eric exclaimed.

"What happened to your fat, Fatass?" Kyle asked in response.

Eric explained that he got a job with a demolition and construction crew over the summer; which satisfied his destructive outbursts. In the process, he lost a lot of weight in that time by developing muscle. Kyle returned the favor by telling Eric that his hair was too much of a hassle and finally had the nerve to cut it all off. Little orange curls remained on Kyle's head, though no where as long as his hair usually was.

The two proceeded to the kitchen where their cocoas and fudge were waiting for them. Leanne took the clothes from Eric and put them in the dryer. Eric ate the chocolate like there were no tomorrow, which made Kyle call him a "Fatass".

"Fat where, stupid Jew? It wouldn't hurt you to gain, like 20 pounds. Not everyone can have flat tummies and perky tits like you, Kahl!"

"Shut your fucking mouth, Fatass!"

Eric looked at Kyle with dampened eyes, "So you're still going to call me 'Fatass' even though I'm not fat?"

"You'll always be fat to me!" Kyle shouted

"I see..." Eric said, only to stop when Kyle knew he was going to say more, "Escuse me, Kahl."

Eric left the table and left the room. Leanne was washing dishes and heard the whole thing.

"You shouldn't have said that, Kyle. He worked really hard to get that way. This was just a treat for his anxiety for starting school."

"I see..."

Leanne dried her hands, put on a coat, and left the house. Kyle still sat there, at the table, alone. Eric eventually came back, "Where's my mem?"

"Uh? Oh, she left."

"Figures." Eric responded, in a tone that Kyle recognized as sadness.

"It's still raining, dude, why don't we play 'Black Ops' on your X-Box or something?"

Kyle knew that it would be a good distraction. Hours went by so fast, that it was nearly midnight when they stopped playing. Kyle looked at his watch and saw the time.

"Oh shit, I can't go home now."

"Then call home and say you're with me and we're doing something for a class."

"On our first day?"

"You never know."

Kyle called home and told Gerald the small lie. After he hung up, Eric yawned, "Time for bed."

"I'll have the couch." Kyle said as he leaned diagonally on it.

Eric pulled him up and pushed him towards the stairs, "No. We'll share my bed."

Kyle gulped, "But... doesn't that seem gay?"

"Just do what I say, Kahl. I don't want you having a strained neck or something because of me. We're just going to sleep, geez, don't tell me you're a fag as well as Jew?"

"Fuck you, Cartman!"

"Good night to you too."

Eric's bed was big enough for the boys, including some room between them. Kyle didn't have much trouble sleeping at all. In the middle of the night, Eric work up to see Kyle a couple of inches away from his face. His breath was warm and smelled of spear mint. Eric crept a bit closer and figured it would be harmless to just kiss his favorite Jew just once. He kissed him gently and smiled, Kyle's lips were surprisingly smooth; he never kissed a boy before and didn't know what to expect it to be like. Fearing he'd wake him up, Eric went back to sleep a happy guy.


I've decided to not make the chapters so long so the stories would be longer... this seems long enough anyway.