Dear Diary,

This afternoon, since it was a Sunday, and cus I wanted to celebrate not losing the person I love, me and Kyle went out on a date. This time though, I didn't get help from Kenny, or Butters, or anyone. I just did it all by myself. I was myself, like Ken told me to be from the start, and I think it actually worked out. Maybe Kyle does like me the way I am. If he does, that'd be so kickass.

We went to the mall first of all, to do shopping and shit. We went to pretty much every store, just cus we could. Like, we went to the toy store, and it was fun for a while – I pushed all the 'Try Me' buttons on all the toys, and though Kyle told me off for it he was still laughing about it. I even got him to let loose and have a fight with plastic swords with me, but we got kicked out for that. Even then, Kyle was still laughing about it. I think he likes not acting like a Goody Two-Shoes sometimes, and just doing bad stuff his mom wouldn't like him doing. And he can do that stuff with me, so I think he likes me for that. Similarly, I kinda like how he makes me feel good. Like, morally. I mean, he got me to say sorry to a bunch of people for stuff I did yesterday. I couldn't've done that on my own. With Kyle, I feel like I can be good, like everybody wants me to be. Like I kinda wanna be. But not too good. I don't wanna be a pussy.

After that, we went to the game store, where we browsed for just a couple minutes, and then played the demo games a whole half hour. We probably pissed off a bunch of people who wanted to have a turn on the demo games, but fuck 'em, me and Kyle had a blast. We had as much fun when we went to a music store and rocked out on the display instruments for a bit. Kyle can play a couple of things, like keyboard and guitar, but not amazingly. Meanwhile, I think I impressed and further wooed the heck out of him with my instrument repertoire. I don't care that Kenny told me serenading is so two thousand and late, cus I went right ahead and serenaded Kyle anyway, on the keyboard, guitar, ukulele, violin, and harmonica. I think serenading worked. I mean, I dunno if Kyle is any closer to being in love with me, but he was laughing and smiling when I did, so he liked it, I think. And this time, when I saw him smiling and felt the urge to kiss him, I could actually do it. Well, Kyle didn't think I could, cus he's still not into public kissing. But fuck it, I'll kiss him in public anyway.

When we were done at the mall, we went to eat dinner at City Wok, where I made Kyle laugh beautifully by sticking chopsticks in all my facial orifices, and then to end our date we went for a walk to Stark's Pond. It was great – we walked all around the edge of the pond, and we held hands the whole time, and it had the romantic atmosphere and all that. The sun was setting so the sky was a sweet-ass red, but with buttery yellow clouds, and the water was all calm and still and pretty and stuff, and it was perfection at a pond side, seriously. It was all serene and shit, and that's weird cus life in this town is never serene. But with Kyle, right then, it was. Everything was just so right, and everything went the way I wanted it to.

I got kinda caught up in the moment, I gotta admit, cus when we stopped to sit at the bench, I told him I love him, and yeah, I'd already told him that before, but it was more poignant this time, cus it was, like, a moment or whatever. And when I told him, the colour of his face matched the sky, and he looked so...happy. He believed me when I told him I love him, and he looked so happy that I love him. He was so happy he kissed me – he kissed me, not the other way round for the first time – and I felt loved back. Maybe I was. Maybe I am. Maybe he does love me too, and I've just gotta wait for him to say it. If that's the case, I could totally wait. I could wait a million years and then some. Just so long as he's with me, I don't care.

Yours Truly, Eric Cartman

P.S. Today was very artistically inspiring, so I came up with another masterpiece.

Your hair is red,
You are a hot Jew,
Your ass is so sweet,
And I love you.


Author's Notes:

I cannot even begin to express how happy I am writing fluff again - my true calling. The cuteness makes me smile, every time. I had so much fun writing this whole entire chapter. It's so adorable, I want to squish these losers' cheeks!
Thank you for reading this, and I hope you had as much fun doing so as I did writing it.

Disclaimer: South Park does not belong to me, but to its creators, Trey Parker and Matt Stone.