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Caution- language and sexual situations

-CartmanBros001-

Chapter 2

Beep Beep BEEP...

The clock which was ringing on and off faster and faster and louder and louder by the second was finally thrown to the other side of Kyle's room with a startling crash. All you could hear through the room was a low growl and a few moans of sleepiness. You could easily tell that he was in no mood to get up.

With a long and drawn out audible yawn, Kyle had finally managed to get himself up and drag his feet across the floor to pick up the unbreakable item which was thrown so viciously to the wall. Setting it down on his nightstand and reaching for his clothes which laid in a neat pile, he picked up his phone and looked at the time.

7:23

It's way to early for this.

Kyle thought to himself as he rushed his clothes on and finished brushing his teeth. He scrambled down the stairs while brushing his curly fiery red locks that dangled two inches from his scalp. His hair was no longer a "Jew fro", It was really neat and kept up with now, he never even wore his hat that often, the only thing he knew was that it was somewhere in his closet or something. He didn't even care for it that much anyways.

As he came to the bottom of the stairs wearing dark turquoise skinny jeans, a burnt orange long sleeved shirt and a pair of black converses, he rushed around the corner for a breakfast that he was sure was going to be good If his mother had prepared it. He waited patiently for his meal to be sat in front of him while he tapped his womanly fingers on the table. If you actually think about it, Kyle could really be mistaken for a feminine and very curvy teenage girl, other than his short red hair and flat chest of course. He was very sweet and cared about what other people had to say, he never showed anyone a bad side of himself, other than around Cartman and his friends of course. Kyle was what you would call, a very kind spirited boy, he never cussed to his mother nor his father, and he kept his grades at a very high average. He was never late to anything, if he promised you that he would be somewhere even though he had another thing occurring, he would find time to be there. Kyle was very honest too, he would tell you kindly if he wasn't intending to hurt your feelings, he never liked to see people sad on can of him. All in all, Kyle was the type of boy that every girl in school would want to date, a boy that every girl wanted a piece of, but he never wanted a piece of them.

Kyle's smile widened as he was handed a plate of eggs and toast, a very simple breakfast, just like any other school day. His mother kissed his forehead and placed her hand on his shoulder, comforting him for a hard day of school work. Sheila Broflovski was in a very gloomy mood this morning, and It was written all over her face.

"Good morning, bubbie. Did you sleep well?" She asked with a motivating smile.

Kyle nodded and picked up his fork which was placed on his plate and began to eat his food in a hurry. Sheila took caution in this and gave a slight worried look on her face. "Don't eat it to fast now, I can't have you getting sent to the nurse with a hurting stomach, you've been studying for today's exam for weeks now."

It sounded just like Kyle's mother to say something like that. He expected nothing more than her concern for grades more than his health. He simply rolled his eyes and tried to finish quicker. Sheila looked over at the clock on the wall that read 7:45. She quickly moved her hands in a shooing motion, trying her best to make her son hurry up before he was late to the bus. As he hurried to scarf down his remaining meal and scuffled around for his backpack, he said goodbye to his mother with a mouth full of toast and ran frantically out the door.

He rushed to the bus stop while at the same time scarfing down his mouth full of chewed up food. As he ran to the bus stop sign, two of his friends were already there talking to one another. Hmm what seems to be the chatter? Kyle approached Cartman and Stan and presented them with a heart warming smile. "Good morning, guys. What's up?"

Stan turned his head and instantly became amused in the new conversation. "Oh, well nothing really. Cartman was talkin' about butters being a fag and stuff like that, you know, same ol' same ol'".

Kyle replied with a confused look at Cartman."uh huh, anyways,di-"

"Hey, Jew."

Cartman smiled childishly and waved his hand dramatically.

"What the hell has you in such a good mood, Cartman?"

"Well, since you asked, I finally got accepted into advanced chemistry class. You're tots jelly aren't yah, Kahl?"

Kyle's face heated up, he was kinda jealous, he never got into it, but boy did he wish he was."No, fatass, I don't want to anymore 'coz your in it."Cartman just smirked and waited for the bus to come ever so patiently. Kyle noticed and leaned in to whisper into Stan's ear."What the fuck is up with him? He's not acting like his usual asshole self."

Stan just shook his head in confusion, Kyle could tell that he didn't know either, so he wasn't going to bother with it any more than he had to.

...

A few hours later in Math class the four boys had finally managed to get together for their only class together. Kenny was always in detention for hitting on the teachers with "nice racks" and "big squishy globes". Stan was always with Wendy Testaburger, the school's biggest bitch and drama queen. He hardly had enough time in the day to suit her needs, or as Kyle says it, to suit her wants. And no one really cared to much about Cartman to even notice he was gone for most of the classes, but Kyle did. Kyle watched at all times when he saw Cartman sneak out the door and run to the men's restroom like he was in some kind of hurry to cover up something, but Kyle never figured out what it was that he was hiding, and he also wasn't going to sit around and let it happen for to much longer.

As usual, the boys sat in the back of the classroom while the teacher babbled on and on about equations and fractions and stupid stuff on how to multiply them and divide them. Kyle was the only one who ever paid any attention to her because unlike the other three, he wanted to go to college and get a good job, mostly because he wanted to laugh at Kenny for being a future whore. It's not what the boys told him to do, he honestly wanted to be a whore. He didn't care what others said, he was going to do what he wanted to do, no matter what his friends said about him.

The boys teased Stan about becoming a slave for Wendy when he graduated, and that was something that he really couldn't argue with. The poor boy saw it coming in his future, but he chose to ignore what they all said about Wendy because he liked her and there was no doubt about it.

Cartman, now that was a good person to talk about in Kyle's point of view. He loved playing with Cartman telling him that he was going to be the leader of a group of neo-Nazi's, of course Kyle never meant it, he just wanted to get Cartman worked up most of the time. He loved it when Cartman would begin to sputter and slur his words on can of how much the Jew was spending time around him, he couldn't stay around Kyle that often, sooner or later, Cartman would have to run to the restroom to cure his little problems here and there.

Soon into the final minutes of class, Kyle had decided to sit beside Cartman and help with his classwork, and just like any other time, Cartman's face heated up and he frantically raised his hand for the teacher's attention. Kyle took interest into this and decided that enough was enough. Two weeks Cartman had raised his hand like that, and Kyle knew for a fact that It wasn't to get out of work. Cartman had a real problem going on with him, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

As the teacher accepted Cartman's plea for help to go to the restroom, Kyle took it upon himself to sneak out right behind him and tiptoe his way to the restroom with him.

He waited a few seconds before hearing water run into the sink and the sound of water being splashed on someone and he bolted into the bathroom, face to face with a scared and startled Eric Cartman and his swollen bulge in between his legs.

And it was all Kyle's fault.

A/N:SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, how was it? you can tell me by reviews and favorites ...I'd really like to know you geys...see what I did there? LOL