Chapter 3: Insert Catchy Title Here

…I ran out of name ideas for chapters since I never know what I'll be writing about. For all I know I might be writing about them making out in this chapter. Who knows? Well, anyways, enjoy the fucking chapter.

CARTMAN'S POV

"Look, Kahl, I…I…" I began, unsure of what to say. Goddamnit, if only that stupid hippie hadn't figured out my secret! Kyle probably hates me more than ever now.

His gaze was set on his shoes, and the look in his eyes was unreadable. "…I…I…" I stuttered. Why couldn't I say three goddamn words?! Jesus, see me through this!

"I…I…I can't say it!" was all I could get out. Without thinking, I ran off. I must look like a total pussy right now…not good, not good, not good, not good!

Kyle was probably disgusted right now. My life couldn't get any worser right now. Kyle pointed out many times that worser wasn't a word, but I still used it to piss him off.

I sighed, stopping in my tracks. I felt really tired because I was way too big-boned, not fat, to have much stamina.

"Cartman!" dread filled my body as I heard his voice. Oh shit… "W-what do you want, Jew?" I sniffed, tears suddenly pricking at my vision.

He was panting, too. Guess that's what he gets for being a stupid Jew and studying all the time, when he could be doing something productive like watching TV or eating cheesy poofs.

But that wasn't the point; he was probably going to tell me he didn't want to hang out with me anymore. I waited for him to have his say, only to feel his warm arms wrap around my neck.

I felt extremely shocked at that point. What the fuck?! "K-Kahl?!" I could feel my cheeks heating up immensely as he just tightened his hug.

"I…I like you too!" Kyle cried, burying his face in my shoulder. Oh my god, did I die and go to heaven or something? What the fucking hell?! My mind went blank.

Without a second thought, I wrapped my arms around his waist. I could feel his heart beating wildly against my chest; the same could probably be said about me.

I just hugged him closer to me. He ended up having to stand on his toes because I was taller than him. "…I'm sorry." I said simply. He pulled away and looked up at me in surprise.

"For what?" he asked, his emerald-like eyes meeting mine. "F-For everything…" I muttered. This was so fucking hard to say! I never expected to apologize to anybody in my life, let alone Kyle.

His expression softened into an adorable smile. "You don't have to be. I love you just the way you are." he replied, pulling me into yet another hug.

I love you just the way you are…

Love…

I smiled. I had never expected to hear that in my lifetime. And from Kyle, no less! It made me feel so good inside…a feeling I had never felt before.

God, this sounds so fucking cheesy. Curse you, God! But at least you made Kyle love me back so I guess I take that back.

"Does that mean we're…you know?" I asked, pulling away. Okay, that was really cliché, but I really don't give a shit as long as Kyle says yes.

"Duh! Unless we just confessed to each other for nothing, then how could we not be?" he rolled his eyes playfully. Honestly, you have no idea how fucking happy I was!

My chest felt like it would burst with glee – Holy shit, the gayness is totally real right now – But anyways, Kyle was finally my boyfriend. Oh my God. I think I really did die and go to heaven.

But there were problems. How would the other guys take it? It was either of two possible endings: they'd accept us or they could just be dicks and snub us.

Well whatever! I've got Kyle anyways, and he's all I need. Stan and Kenny wouldn't get in between us, no matter what! I would do anything to keep Kyle, even if it cost my pride.

So the next morning, Kyle and I walked to the bus stop together. Stan and Kenny were already there. "Oh, hey guys." Stan greeted us, casually. He was the only one who knew about my crush on Kyle.

"Hey Stan, guess what?" I asked, smirking. He seemed to already know the answer. "Oh, he likes you back?" he seemed kinda surprised. I wouldn't blame him.

Kenny quirked an eyebrow. "Mph mph mph mph mph mph, mph? Mph mph mph-" he began, but was cut off by Stan kicking his leg with a glare.

I narrowed my eyes. I could tell they were hiding something. "You thought that what, Kenny?" I asked, suspiciously. Kyle just eyed me, puzzled.

"Nothing!" Stan replied, his face reddening the slightest bit. Despite the lack of answers, I could tell what was happening right away:

Stan liked Kyle, too.

There was no way in Hell I'm going to let that hippie steal my Jew away! From now on, I'm keeping an eye on the both of them in case. If necessary, I would have no problem killing for my boyfriend. No problems at all.

Look out, Stan, because I'm watching you…

Hooray for Yandere Cartman! What will happen with Kyle and Cartman? Will the other guys accept them? Will Stan try to steal Kyle away? Does Cartman have a knife hidden in his pocket? Probably. I'm going to be working on this chapter, like right now, while you're reading this but won't finish it till tomorrow because it's like 12 AM. Oh and by the way, Happy Fucking Valentines' Day.

Much love,

FujoshiGirl789