Squee! My 2nd South park fic! Okay, did the title throw you off? I'm pretty sure the title or the summary can easily confuse someone… oh well; you'll get it once you read it. Here's another CartmanxKyle fic, and I'm hoping it will keep originality throughout the whole story. I'm sorry, but like all my stories, romance will come slow, and it WILL get fluffy. They're in grade 8, just experiencing romance. This is rated T for language, and there might be some hardcore romance later on. Thank you!

Disclaimer: I don't own any South park characters in this story; all credit goes to Trey Parker and Matt Stone.

CartmanxKyle

---------

Eric Cartman and Kyle Broflovski were fighting, again. Cartman and Kyle would usually argue in public, or in front of Stan and Kenny. But what was unusual was that they were alone, and it wasn't a type of 'jew' or 'fat ass' kind of fight. Nobody was around to start the fight, nor end it. They were at South-Park-park, and Stan and Kenny had left them over two hours ago.

"You know what are the things I hate the most about you, Kyle?" Cartman glared, moving closer to Kyle, causing him to jerk back.

"I don't care what you think of me, Cartman," Kyle lied, looking away, wondering why he was still at the park. He was supposed to be home, but he wasn't going to leave without getting the last word with Cartman.

"I'll tell you the things I hate the most about you," Cartman ignored Kyle, and carried on. "I hate how you're always trying to get away from things-"

"Cartman stop, this is so immature," Kyle demanded, trying to walk away, but Cartman had gotten a grip onto Kyle's sleeve.

"See?" Cartman pointed out. "I also hate that you think you're so smart, and try to put yourself above others."

Kyle didn't try to get away, and sucked in the words Cartman was telling him. He didn't know what to say, Cartman and him would usually just have stupid useless fights that would wear off after two minutes or so, but not this time. Cartman was surprisingly very serious, and never said 'stupid-jew' once.

"I hate that you always think you should be the center of attention," Cartman kept nagging. "I hate that you always ruin anything I try to do."

The words Cartman was saying stuck to Kyle, and were hurting him. He'd never heard the word 'hate' this many times in his whole life. Not many people ever said hurtful words to Kyle, besides 'jew', making him very sensitive. He tried to run away, but Cartman's grip tightened, causing his fingers to dig into Kyle's little arm.

"Ow! Cartman, stop! You're hurting me!" Kyle whimpered, and overreacted, to try to convince Cartman to let go.

"Tell me Kyle, where does it hurt, inside, or outside?" Cartman questioned Kyle, and gave him a small smile.

"Please…stop it," Kyle bellowed, and looked into Cartman's caramel-colored eyes. Kyle's rare violet-colored eyes were wet, and boggy, and looked like he was on the merge of bursting out into tears.

"And the thing I hate the most about you," Cartman said, loosening his grip on Kyle. "Is a secret."

Kyle's sad, helpless expression turned into a violent angry one. "What?" he barked.

"You heard me. I can't tell you the thing I hate most about you. It's a secret." Cartman replied, and let go of Kyle. But Kyle didn't run away.

"What do you mean? This is what you wanted to tell me? That's all?" Kyle cried.

"Well yeah, you expected more? Look, I'm going home. That's all I wanted to tell you instead of just mocking you for being a god damn Jew. If you want to be enemies, I'll be your god damn enemy." Cartman concluded.

"I never said you were my enemy," Kyle said, crossing his arms.

"Yes you did."

"When?"

"The day you decided it would be funny to call me a 'fat ass'"

"If you're so innocent, why do you always call me a god damn jew?"

"Because I need to defend myself, dip shit."

"Why do you care?" Kyle said, and his expression was soft.

"Look Kyle, I don't care about you, at all. To me, you're a zero. 1000x0 still equals zero. You may do whatever you want, a thousand times, and whatever you do to me, or say to me, I'll still feel nothing for you. A zero." Cartman said coldly. "Anyways, I'm leaving. Good-bye, enemy."

Cartman turned away, and paced to his house. Kyle watched Cartman until he was completely out of sight. Cartman didn't turn his back once.

Kyle really didn't want to return home, but wanted to have a little bit of fun before he went back, and got yelled at by his mother and father. He was at a small park, and there was only a little bit of play equipment. He wanted to go on the swings, which seemed most appealing to him.

He marched over to the swing-set, and placed his tiny bum on the swing. He kicked his feet a little, but couldn't really get any air. He didn't know how to swing.

When Kyle was younger, his parents never brought him to the park, instead, they gave him life lessons, and tutored him on every subject in school. Kyle felt a little embarrassed, he was thirteen, and he didn't know how to pump his legs on a swing- set.

Instead, he just sat down on the swing, and started to think, mostly about the things Cartman said to him. I'm selfish, I ruin people's lives, I'm stupid, I don't deserve the things I get…I'm a zero. Kyle thought, a buried his face in his hands. He started to whimper. Don't cry Kyle, your tears aren't worth that fat ass!

Kyle's conscience couldn't stop him from bursting out into tears. The word zero kept ringing through his head. His eyes started to get blurry from tears, and they soon rolled down his cheeks. The funny thing about Kyle was; he never made any sound when he cried. Only tears came out, and you could only tell he was crying if you saw his eyes. Right now, they were wet, and uncontrollably upset. He couldn't stop crying…over nothing.

ACH! Sorry for such a short chapter, but trust me, the next chapter will be really long, I promise! Wow, who knew Cartman was so diabolical? Please leave reviews; I love 'em!