C.P.O.V
I remember exactly how we started dating. It was the coldest day of the year, a frigid -6 degrees Fahrenheit, sitting in the three feet of snow, next to Stark's Pond, smoking my third Marlboro in a row. Everyone else was in school, but I decided to ditch, again. I was doing that quite often actually. Every time I went to school and saw Kyle, I got easily aroused. Just by looking at him, he instantly gave me a boner. I deeply sighed and threw my cigarette into the pond. "Dude do you how bad that is for you?" I turned around and was facing Kyle. Fuck, I thought, he looks even more handsome with every passing second.

"Who gives a flying fuck, Jew." I smirked.

"I do, you could get cancer of some kind, fatass." He smirked in such a seductive way, I swear, I could've just passed out right then and there. Did he just say he cares about me? Oh God, he cares! I could just feel myself getting hard. Damn it Cartman, get a fucking grip on yourself.

"Aren't you cold out here?" Kyle gives me a sympathetic look. "Aren't your fat rolls freezing?" I hated when he called me fat. I'm only 165 pounds, that isn't so bad for a fourteen year old, right?

"Not really, these cigarettes are warming me up just fine." I whipped out my Marlboros and lit it up. How the fuck is that my last one? I just bought it today. I guess that happens when you smoke every five minutes. You see, I've been smoking since I was eleven. When my mom and her "client" were upstairs, he left his cigs downstairs. Me thinking, what the hell, took them and have been smoking ever since. It just calms me down and has a soothing taste.

"Come on fatass, you're coming with me to warm up." Kyle took the lead and I just trudged behind him. His ass looks fantastic, not too big, yet not too flat. It was perfect. Oh God, this is going to be hell.

When we reached his house, we were the only ones there. It shouldn't be such a surprise, since it was 11:30 in the morning, but it was still eery silent.
"So why did you skip school?", Kyle asked, grabbing a bag of Cheesy Poofs and ripping it open. He took a handful and gave it to me. They were my favorite thing, besides World Domination and Kyle.

"I didn't feel like seeing any of those fags, especially Stan, he's the faggest one of them all. Always hanging around those football fags. It's only a matter of time before he admits he's gay." Kyle's face was red with anger, fists clenched like he was about to beat the living shit out of me. I don't know why he stands up for that douchebag, he treats all of us like shit, never really even hangs out with us anymore. It's more of a trio now instead of group, you know when Kenny isn't being dead.

"If you haven't fucking noticed, that my super best friend you're talking about." He was gritting his teeth, trying to control himself not to kill me. He wasn't doing a very good job at it. He was like a lion about to pounce on a baby gazelle, fierce. I never knew he had so much anger inside him. It just made him that much sexier.

"Dude, you need to get all of that sand out of your vagina." That's when the lion pounced.

K.P.O.V.
I knew he was right. Stan was being and acting like the biggest fag in the world. All he ever does now in days is hang out with the football team. He never talks to us anymore, and I miss him.

I was on top of him, punching him, and then pinned him down. He was bewildered, but I wasn't. I've always had this anger, it built up inside of me everyday, the insults, the remarks. Well I was sick and tired of it, and I'm the one in charge now.

"Wow Kahl, I never knew you had it in you," he said. I was looking straight into his soft brown eyes. He was so gorgeous, in every single way. He started to lose his baby fat and was filling into his own body, he ditched his hat in sixth grade and his brown straight hair looks softer than a cloud of silky satin sheets. I'll admit it, I like him. Fine, I actually love him. I have since we were nine. I try my hardest not to fall for him, but I still did. He put a spell on me, and I fell for it.

I must have been lost in thought, because suddenly I was on the bottom with fatass on top of me. He was wearing a smirk, the same exact smirk he always wears when I say something offensive to him. It looked so sexy on him, and I started to blossom on a boner.

"What's wrong Kahl, are you afraid?", he asked.
"Of you, hell no." We were staring into each other's eyes, Golden Brown mixed with Emerald. It's perfection. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and pulled him into a kiss.

A/N: Things are starting to heat up between these two. Please review and follow, I'll update soon!