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Tough life

Part 1:

-I'm saying this ONCE. I'll never say this again: I do not own the characters or the show. I only write the story. I do it for fun.-

Okey so this is the first actual part of my FanFiction! Hope you enjoy :3

This took me rly long and is also the 1st ff I've ever written, so please tell me what I could improve :) I'd really appreciate that. But I doubt anyone's ever gonna read this. And if you are actually reading this: Hi! :D

Please enjoy!

{Also, I'm really sorry this part didn't come earlier, but I had so many exams, YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE IT. Fucking 9th grade in Austria -_-}

...Wait, what?

I slowly open my eyes, which immediately wander to the alarm clock. ...7:45 a.m... 'SHIT! I'm totally gonna miss my bus!'

I change my clothes with high speed and run downstairs, while taking some gum out of my pocket and start chewing on it. '…Kyle that's freaking gross! Go and brush your teeth! EEWW!' Ike shouts at me, sounding a little disgusted.

I role my eyes at that. I give him my don't be such a pipsqueak look. He seems to notice my annoyed expression and throws a toothbrush with toothpaste at me. God damn it why does he always need to get his way?

'Bubele, don't forget your lunch!' mom yells out of the kitchen. I sprint into the kitchen and take my lunch. 'Kyle? Don't you forget to take your insulin?!' she grouses. I quickly inject my insulin and storm out of the house, right to the bus stop while brushing my teeth with that toothbrush Ike gave me. I really really really hope he didn't do anything to it.

Mom is way too overprotective and spends too much time in the kitchen since the 'thing' happened about one month ago. My mother and my father had a divorce in January.

Dad said that he'd pay our rent for one year, after that, we'd have to fend for ourselves. I think that's pretty unfair because he's the only one with a job, my brother Ike is too young to work and, well I'm still in school. I am totally not going to clean toilets or some shit just because my mom is way too lazy. Though, she wouldn't be able to make a lot of money, I mean, she has no education at all. But it would be enough... I guess. I think our problem is that she doesn't want a job.

A miracle has to happen, if we don't want to live like poor Kenny.

At least it's just February. That means I can still live like I always did. For 11 months. And hey! Maybe if I win 1 million dollars or somethi-

'OH HELL NO!' I growl. Just as I arrive at the bus stop, the bus is driving away.

I sigh. AWESOME. I missed the fucking bus. I throw the toothbrush into the nearest bin as I watch my feet playing with the snow.

Couldn't get any worse I guess.

I immediately regret thinking that when some asshole bumps right into me, mumbling some swearing words.

When I open my eyes, I find myself laying on the ground; Cartman laying onto me.

I can feel my face flush... My heart is beating so fast...

Cartman stands up, dramatically slow, while one of his hands is holding his head. 'Stupid Jew. Can't open your damn eyes for once, can you?'

'Hey, you bumped into me fatass!'

We exchange glares.

'What's up with you Jew? Coming too late?' he asks.

'My alarm didn't ring.' I say casually and shrug.

'Little Jew doesn't know how to use an alarm clock, huh?' He says with a smirk on his face.

God damn it. This fucking smirk... It always makes me melt away.

Cartman looks pleased by my red face. He opens his mouth to say something, but instead I interrupt him and say ''Course I know how to use a fucking alarm clock! Do I look like fucking Stan?' Cartman giggles.

Wow.

I just made mycrush giggle.

By making fun of my 'super best friend'. Then again, he deserves it. He's been a big jerk to me since we were like 10. We used to meet very often and talk about everything, but every time I try to talk to him or ask him if he wants to hang out, he says that he's meeting Wendy or pulls out some other lame response. I don't even remember him being on my 10th b-day party...Huh. I wonder if he even noticed that my parents got a divorce. And to be honest, he really is bad with technical stuff.

And yes, I know that I just said my crush. I'd happily admit it: I'm in love with Eric T. Cartman. It started when we were 12. That was the time he really changed. He used to be so fat when he was a kid. Well, when he turned twelve, he lost some weight. Yes, he's still chubby, but it's not unhealthy anymore and frankly, it looks cute. It really suits him…

2 years later, Cartman got really charming. REALLY.

Besides, do you remember Trent Boyett? You know, the guy who wanted us to pay because we'ruined' his life. At that time he came back to South Park. We all would have been fucked if CARTMAN wouldn't have beaten his ass. Fatass managed to make him cry. Eric fucking Cartman made Trent freaking Boyett CRY. I don't think Trent will ever come back and I, and every other living thing in South Park, is thankful as fuck for that.

Fatass really did change. A lot.

'Hey Jew, you gonna wait here for the bus?' I roll my eyes. What a stupid question.

'What else am I supposed to do butthole? Walk to school? It takes way longer than waiting for the bus.' I say, still sitting on the ground.

'Sooo... Uhm... I heard your parents got a divorce...'

I look at him with wide opened eyes. How comes he knows about it? He reaches for my hand and quickly pulls me up from my sitting position. I stagger a little before opening my mouth to say something, not 100% sure if he's just trying to make a joke. 'Errrr... Yeah, how do you-'

'I got my sources.' He says with a comforting smile. Why is he so nice to me all of the sudden?

My eyes are getting watery... God, I'm not gonna cry in front of him am I

Suddenly I'm torn into a tight hug.

His right hand is stroking my hair while his left is wandering up and down my back.

I'm stunned. Eric T. Cartman, the fat, racist, anti-Semitic, nazi is comforting me. Gosh, 9-year old Kyle would have never ever believed that this is actually happening. Well, this me hugs him back. My heart is pounding in my chest rapidly and I fucking hope he doesn't notice it, while a single tear runs down my cheek. Cartman hastily pulls back. 'I know, I can't exactly imagine how you must be feeling right now, but uhm...' His face is getting hotter as he continues to talk. 'Just remember that you can always talk to me ok?' He mumbles and looks away. Wow.

Seconds pass as he seems to wait for my respond. I don't even have to think about my next action twice. His eyes widen as I throw my hands around his neck and place a soft kiss on his lips. Cartman is totally stunned when I pull back. 'Uuuuuuhhhmmm...'

Thanks for reading! I know this probably isn't quite as long as it should be, but I really tried...

Please don't be like "uuuuuuhhh it's too early uuuuuuuuuhhh haaattteee". After all the story isn't just about how they get together (Uh, does that count as spoiler?)

Please leave a review or some shit xD

Hope you enjoyed this part! Anyways,

MERRY CHRISTMAS YOU GUYS!