A/N: Hope you all like this chapter, let me know what you think in a review. I guess this is going to be a three-shot then. For all I know, this could turn into a full blown story... Anyway, read on and let me know what you think. Enjoy.
Not A Dream, Just Reality
"Son of a bitch..." The red head groaned as he sat up. His eyes blinked slowly, his hands held his pounding head. He hated it when this kind of stuff happened to him, he didnt even know why he still drank during that one weekened every month.
"Told you were going to have hangover, Jew." Cartman glanced over his shoulder at him before looking back at the screen. He was currently playing the newest Call of Duty, seemed like he was winning by the grin he had on his expression.
Swinging his legs over the couch, he carefully stood. "I need some coffee..." Looking around, he noticed the couch across his was empty. "Kenny go home already? Sometimes I can't help but think that he would rather hang out with that chick he calls his girlfriend more than us. Bros before Hoes? Or does that not mean anything anymore?" Seeing that Cartman wasnt answering him, he headed over towards the kitchen to brew some coffee. "Where's Stan?"
"Went to get the bitch some flower's, he told you yesterday. You forget already?" Cartman explained, his eyes refusing to leave the screen.
Kyle rolled his eyes, "That isnt approapriate Fatass. You'd think he'd be smart enough not to let stay here while he was gone. If I were him, I would have kicked you out." He mumbled, getting his cup ready. Turning around and resting his back against the counter, he rubbed at his temple. "What happened last night? Last thing I remember was threatening you over some stupid game..."
Cartman finally paused the game and stood, "Not surprising that you forgot..." He mumbled under his breath. Heading towards the Kitchen, he scratched at his messy hair. "Nothing much, you went to bed. End of story," shrugging, he began raiding Stan's cupboards for something to eat.
Kyle watched him pull out chips, "That's it? I could have sworn..." His head throbbed as he tried to think more about it. "Must have been a dream then I guess." Pouring himself a cup of the fresh coffee, he brought it to his lips to take a gentle sip.
Cartman remained feet away from the ginger. "Was it a good dream or a nightmare?"
Kyle frowned, "Why in the hell do you want to know?" He asked, his voice full of annoyance. Turning away, he let out a huff. "If you must really know, it was a great dream." His eyes closed, the scent of coffee wafted around him. He remembered being alone with Cartman, the words exhanged were fuzzy. Either way, he felt refreshed so all in all, it was a great dream.
Cartman took a step forward, "What would you say if I said it wasnt a dream?"
Kyle pursed his lips together, "Quit joking Fatass and leave me alone..." Brows furrowing, he took another sip of his coffee. "I'm not in the mood to mess with you, my head is pounding and your annoying voice isnt helping much either." Setting his cup down, he leant over the counter. "I don't know why I even drink, this happens every damn time."
Another step forward. "You always forget what happens the previous night also, it must be convienient for you."
Kyle frowned and turn to glare at him but found the larger one was much closer to him than he last remembered. Standing up straight, his eyes narrowed. "What in the hell are you doing? I thought I told you to leave me alone." His back pressed against the counter, his lips parted to yell at him but found himself speechless being looked down upon. His eyes looked down and his hands curled to fists, he hated it when he felt so weak. Lifting his hand, he placed them on Cartman's chest and tried to push him away, his head was lowered. "Now you decide to attack me? When no one is here? I bet you'v been planning this all along havent you?" He asked, his voice thick with venom.
"I'm not attacking you Jew," Cartman stared down at him. "Why can't you look up at me like a man?" He asked, his lips curved downward. This guy... really pissed him off. He watched the other sowly tilt his head upward, his breath got caught in his throat. He looked fucking afraid. The way his emerald eyes hesitantly stared into his, his pinkened lips trying to hid the fact that they were trembling. Even his red curls were sticking to his damn forehead. "Are you that afraid of me?" He couldnt help but ask softly.
How in the hell was he supposed to make this guy fall in love with him if he trembled like this? He was the bad guy, he was always the bad guy. Pulling away, he ran a hand through his hair and looked away. He didnt want to see how the other was staring at him. He was probably disgusted with him. "Sorry..." He forced a laugh out, "You're so easy to scare Jewfag, try to make it a little harder fr me next time wont you?" Looking back up to laugh at him, his mind blanked.
Kyle stared at him, his eyes wide and his hands clutching at his own shirt. His cheeks were heated a dark pink color. Even his breath was uneven. "You..." He began slowly before raising his hand. Balling it in a fist, he punched the other right in the face. "What in the fuck are you trying to do? This isnt a game! Don't you give a shit about how I feel? How about you stop being an unconsiderable prick for five minute and think about others!"
Cartman held his throbbing cheek, he couldnt even be angry. "Sorry..." He apologized again, he didnt know what else to say. This was the first time he had actually done somthing the day after their drunken fun, so he no idea what to expect when it came to the other's reaction. He was suppose to be disgusted, calling him words that would put a sailor to shame. Instead... he was fucking blushing. Blushing! What was he supposed to do about that?
The other turned away and grabbed his coffee. It took a moment before he was finally calmed back down. "So yesterday wasnt a dream?" He questioned softly, "Is that what you're trying to say?" The silence told him his answer. He shook his head, "I did all that... and you even made sure I slept good. What in the hell Eric..."
Cartman looked up at his first name, he couldnt remember the last time Kyle had said it.
"I guess I can expect that every "dream" I had wasnt really a dream then. I don't even know what to say." He shook his head.
Just say you're disgusted so I can forget about this pointless one sided love. Fucking Christ just say what I need to hear.
"Why didnt you tell me I was doing all these stupid things? Two months ago I... I..." The words were caught in the gingers throat.
"You kissed me, then told me you loved me." Cartman shrugged. "That was the alcohol talking though, so you don't have to worry about explaining yourself."
Kyle glanced behind him, "No it wasnt." He looked back at his coffee, "What the fuck..." He shook his head. "I feel like this is a dream too."
Eric didnt know what to say, he was still caught on the whole 'alcohol wasnt apart of the confession' thing. "Holy shit, please tell me it's not." He couldnt help but smile. This was fucking happening.