CARTMANS POV What's with Jewboy? First the whole girly hello and laying on me? Now he was kinda sedating me by pulling me in towards his legs. I have both my arms leaning on the kitchen bench, trying to follow through at what just happened. I keep sneaking peaks at his curled up body on the couch, it's fucking girly and adorable. I remove the home phone from the table and place it back in the phone slot. I walk over to him, and sit on the left side of the couch, furthest from him. I watch as he sips the water and flicks through channels. "So when does pizza get here?" He asks quietly. "About 30 minutes." I answer. "But I'm hungry now!" He says childishly whilst folding his arms. "Would it be at the right moment for me to call you the fatass." I smirk. "Nah. You're still the jelly roll." He grins back. "C'mon, I've lost weight. Your just an insecure fuckwit." I spit. "Oh, alright." He slumps into the couch alittle more and presumes to flick through channels. Fuck. "Sorry Kahl." I apologize whilst getting up and sitting closer to him. "You did mean it though didn't you?" He sniffs. "Not a single word." I say wrapping my arms around him. "Well apart from when I lost weight." I smile. "Yeh, I guess the fatass did get skinnier." He laughs. "You mean more buff right." "But your still squishy, like a jelly roll." He says flashing his emeralds at me. "Do you like squishy?" I protest. "Yes." He answers quickly. I still have my arms wrapped around him. After a while of flicking through channels we've found more comfortable positions leaning on one another, I'm taller than Kyle so his head is leaning on my shoulder. 30 minutes passes by quicker than expected, the door knocks and Kyle jumps off me as if he just won the lottery. "Uh? Eric Cartman?" The guy says looking at a small piece of paper. "That's us." Kyle chimes. I get up and grab the twenty from the bench and hand it to the delivery guy, he smiles and walks down my stairs and out to his car. I close the door and Kyle's already opened up the pizza boxes and grab plates for both him and I. I walk to the kitchen and grab a piece of meat lovers, there only two boxes, Hawaiian for him and meat lovers for me. But I'll probably have a piece of Hawaiian later. "So what do you wanna do whilst we eat pizza?" I question lightly. "Well, maybe when we finish we could grab some blankets and watch horror movies?" He says wiping a small amount of tomato paste from his cheek. "Sounds pretty gay?" I answer eying him. He doesn't talk after that, though I have one or two trips back to the table for pizza, and the house is filled with awkward silence and light breathing. After we finish he grabs all both our plates and washes them, dries them up and puts them away. I watch from the lounge room as he tidies down the kitchen bench. Soon enough he grabs one box of pizza and slides the rest of the Hawaiian in the other box. He cramps it down into the bin, then being his adorable self, takes it out the door to the outside bin without saying a word. "Only you Jew." I mutter. I guess his horror movie date was a pretty good idea, before I think of being an asshole. I put him first, I run upstairs grab as many pillow and blankets as my arms can hold and jot back down the stairs. I throw them all over the front of the carpeted lounge room, he opens up the door and I've planted myself quite sexually on one side of the 'comfy' floor bed. "I thought this was gay." He smirks. "Then I must be as gay as Adam Lambert." I wink. "Eric, um. This may come off, weird. But are you actually gay?" He says taking a sit next to me. "Well, you can't just technically become gay. I guess something, actually someone, made me have feelings for them." I explain. "So you are gay." His pace quickened within that sentence. "I don't know. I think so, I mean it might be weird. But someone just decided to make me feel that way about them." I gesture. "What about you? Apparently your gay." "Yeh. I'm gay. But in ways I'm still kinda, confused." He scrunches. I didn't answer him after that, it ought to be the most open conversation I would of had with any guy. Any guy I actually had fucking feelings for. After a moment of silence, I got up and grabbed all the horror movies I owned from up stairs. Ran back down and threw them gently at Kyle. "Let's scream this house down." I smirk. KYLES POV So it surprised me how much Eric might be gay, I always thought he had the biggest thing for girls. Anyway he handed, well technically threw about seven horror movies at me before. I decided to choose the Conjuring, I've seen it dozens of times, though the jump scares always give me goosebumps. And hey what's a good date without any horror movies. "The Conjuring?" He raises his eyebrow at me. "Have you seen it yet?" I ask. "No, Kenny brought it over the other day. But he never took it home." He says gleaming those perfect fucking eyes at me. "Well I guess we ought to watch it." I wink. He takes it gently from hand and puts it into his DVD player, he crawls back next to my side, grabs the remote and places it on his lap. "Are there jump scares in this movie?" He looks down at me. "A couple, but don't worry. If wittle Eric gets scared he can hold Kyle." I baby voice him. We both comfort ourselves underneath the blankets, he's sitting up against the front of the couch whilst I'm leaning on his shoulder chest area. He has one of his arms over my shoulder, kinda like at the park, and the other on his leg. My hands a held together and are placed lightly around his stomach. I hear him breathing in and out softly, I don't understand how I could've ever hated this beautiful soul. Halfway through the movie, shit starts to fuck up. That chick already played the clap clap game, the poor dogs dead and they found that creepy ass basement. But at this exact moment, the younger sister is hitting her head on that cupboard thing, and from watching it before I know that bitch is on top of the wardrobe. I scooch my hands closer to my face, I feel Eric do the same. He also tightens his grip on my shoulder. "Scared?" I giggle. "Pfft, it's just a movie Kahl." I protests. Two seconds after not focusing, the loud thud and scream blare the speakers. I feel Eric's grip tighten even more, his legs have instinctively wrapped around my waits, and his arms have flung around my chest. "Holy fuck Cartman." I say gasping for breathe. "S-sorry Kahl." He says unwrapping his legs. I stop him from doing so, his legs are still wrapped around me. I look up at him, his eyes are gentle yet confused. I smirk softly, he returns the nervous grin, I grab his hand and intertwine it with mine. I'm now positioned, ever so fucking comfortably, between the chubby thighs of his. My hand is still locked with his, I've got it comfortably placed on my chest. "Kahl." He interrupts. "Mhm." I answer fiddling with his hand. "Look, I called you to the park before. Not knowing it would end up like this. But..." He trails off, I grab the remote and pause the movie. I turn my whole body over to face him, I sit up on my knees and look deeply into those chocolate glazed eyes. "Yes?" I say. "Kyle. If I were to say right now, at this exact moment that I had feelings for you. How would you react?" He fidgets. "This." I wink I grab him by the collar of his shirt and press my lips against his, I feel his whole face react in shock, then none the less, his shock turns into the same feeling I'm feeling, love. I feel his hand trail against my back, my free hand rests on his face. During the makeout, I feel him smirk and kiss back even harder. Soon enough I pull away. "How was that reaction?" I chime. "The reaction I've wanted ever since I liked you." He blushes. I slump myself back in between his legs, he's crossed them over my thighs. His hands on my chest, I fiddle with them until he gently taps my face for me to stop. I grab them both once more and intertwine them together again, I thrust my head back to look up at him. The grin on his face can't speak for itself, he loved it. He bent down and kissed my forehead. I smiled and continued to watch the movie. The start of something big has finally begun.
