Author's Note: Ahh, now the fun starts. x3 This part is full of fuzzy wuzzies. And I think it's my favorite part of the story. Ahhhh I just love writing Cartman and Butters. 8D They're so much fun! So, um... Yeah. I'm sososo sorry this is late, but... I totally forgot about it. 8D; But now you get the next part in like... Five days instead of seven!! Hooray!

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The next morning Butters shook me awake, saying something about school. I groaned and tried to shake him away but he was relentless.

"Gah, fuck you Butters." I groaned and sat up. He smiled triumphantly at me and I resisted the urge to punch him in the face.

The rest of the day went off without a hitch. A few times I locked eyes with Kyle, and in the lunchroom I even went as far as to blush and glare with a touch of hurt in my eyes.

After school I didn't go home, I just went straight for the park. I figured I had a good half hour before I could expect Kyle or Wendy. So I sat myself on a bench, practicing my big scene. I kept an eye out very sneakily. I had to look for them without actually looking for them. Once I saw Kyle coming out of the corner of my eyes, I resisted a smile. I put my head in my hands, waiting a minute or two before looking up, blushing, glaring, wiping my eyes, and putting my head back in my hands.

It wasn't long before I heard Kyle's voice, soft and sad.

"Eric... I'm so sorry..." he said, and I snapped my head up, glaring.

"What do you want?" I spat angrily.

"I just... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have assumed that you were lying like that. I... I was an ass. And... I-I don't like you like that but... I hope we can stay friends." he gave a small smile, and I ignored it.

"I can't do that." I glanced away, and then back at Kyle, "I just... Kyle..." I stood up, standing a good three inches taller than him.

"Eric..." Kyle said softly, looking up at me with wide eyes. I saw a glint of purple out of the corner of my eyes and I leaned in.

"I just need..." I whispered, closing the gap. And, just as I'd predicted, Kyle kissed back. But it wasn't for 10 seconds. I kind of lost myself for a while and the next thing I knew Wendy was wrenching me away from Kyle and yelling.

"What the fuck, Kyle?!" she was yelling, and it took me a few seconds to remember what was going on. Kyle wasn't so quick.

"...Huh?" he blinked at Wendy for a second or two before going pale.

"Wendy, I... He kissed me!" Kyle insisted, turning red.

"I wouldn't give a fuck if he just kissed you! But you... You fuckin' kissed him back, you asshole!" she turned away, shaking her head. I felt a pang of guilt, biting my lip and trying to remember what I was supposed to say.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" I glanced from Wendy to Kyle, my thoughts getting caught on his expression. He looked scared, and still a bit dizzy.

"Shut up, Cartman. This is all you fault anyways." she brushed me off, shooting me a glare. I frowned.

"So? What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I... Wendy, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, it just sorta... Happened..." Kyle glanced over at me and there was something unusual in his eyes. Wendy looked from me to Kyle slowly, conviction in her gaze. She shook her head again.

"This is b-bullshit..." tears started to come to her eyes, "Kyle, how could you? You-You're an asshole!"

"Wendy..." Kyle reached out, and Wendy slapped his hand away.

"Don't touch me! You're a stupid, cheating ASSHOLE, Kyle!" tears were running down her cheeks as she screeched.

"Fuck you." she added before running away, her dog trailing after her happily.

I stared after her, my face was shocked but inside I was jumping for joy. I looked over at Kyle after a moment, and he was in total shock. His mouth was even open slightly.

"Shit..." he muttered, hanging his head. Slowly he looked up at me, his face serious.

"I... I'm sorry, Kyle. I didn't mean to..." I blushed and rubbed my neck. When I looked up he was still staring at me.

"Cartman-Eric. I... I never thought that you could..." he looked away and shook his head.

"Kyle..." I stepped forward, putting my hand on his arm. He looked up at me, eyes sparkling with emotion.

"Eric... Can you kiss me again?" he asked softly. That I wasn't expecting. I gaped at him for a couple seconds.

"You... What!?" I asked, stupefied.

"I just... I need to make sure..."

"Of what?!" I spoke before remembering what I was supposed to be doing. Kyle furrowed his eyebrows at me and I sighed, looking away.

"It's just... I don't know if I can handle that. I just want to go home and get over you." I looked up at the sky and then over at Kyle. He walked towards me, and didn't stop until he was a bit too close for comfort.

"Please..." he whispered, I could feel his warm breath on my lips and I couldn't resist. I put my hand on his neck and kissed him. Softly, lightly. But then something strange happened. Kyle's hand began to wrap around my waist and I felt an odd tightness in my chest.

I jerked away, pushing Kyle's arms off of me. I just stood there for a few seconds, catching my breath and trying to find an excuse.

"...What's wrong?" Kyle asked. I looked up at him, surprised.

"Kyle, I... I can't do this... You said you didn't like me! Do you?" I asked, flustered. Kyle opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out.

"Kyle... I'm sorry I- I'm sorry Wendy broke up with you, but I won't be your rebound. I... It would hurt too much." I drooped my shoulders and turned to walk away.

"Tell me when you've figured it out." I added softly. I stuffed my hands in my pockets and thumped away, not nearly as happy as I thought I'd be.

I didn't call Butters until I was about halfway home.

"How'd it go?" he answered, almost excitedly.

"Well, it didn't go exactly as planned, but it worked out."

"That's cool."

"...Yeah."

"You're not as happy as I thought you'd be."

"...I'm just... Tired." I said, illustrating my point with a yawn.

"Oh... So, give me details!" he said and I rolled my eyes.

"Okay, well. The first part went great. I kissed him, and he kissed back. For a good thirty seconds I might add." I lied, it was really more like a minute, and probably would've been a lot longer, "And then Wendy storms over and pulls me away from him. She yells, breaks up with Kyle, and then runs away in tears... It was great. But then I was like... Apologizing and stuff, and he goes 'Can I kiss you again?'!"

"Oof."

"I know! And I said I couldn't because it would hurt too much." I said, putting a sarcastic emphasis on 'hurt'.

"Nice." he laughed.

"Yeah... But then he... He walked up really close to me and... He said please... I just kissed him. But then he wrapped his arms around me and I... I pulled away. It was just... Too much." I sat down on the sidewalk and rubbed my forehead. I wasn't sure why I had just revealed all of this to Butters, but it was true. I also wasn't sure what had happened back there, but it scared the shit out of me.

"...Oh." Butters said quietly. I sighed, standing up.

"Well, at least the Wendy part went right. She was totally heartbroken." I smiled a little. I loved the feeling I got after completing revenge on someone. And this revenge felt particularly good. It was a great plan.

"...Y'know, this is gonna be all over school tomorrow."

I blinked; I hadn't thought of that.

"Shit..."

"Aha. It's karma." he said with a nervous laugh.

"You don't have to hang out with me tomorrow. I know your mom would kill you if you get beat up again."

"No... I can handle it." Butters said quietly, "Hell, nobody would dare jump you after you beat up Craig.

I smiled, remembering the incident.

"Yeah, but I'm gonna get hell. ...Poor Kyle. He's not used to this... I'll have to keep an eye out for him."

"You never know. Wendy might not tell anyone... Well, other than Stan."

"And Stan'll tell everyone." I said bitterly.

"He's not that bad."

"He's an asshole."

"Ha! You should talk!"

"Yeah well... He doesn't have a reason."

"And you do?"

"Shut up, Butters." Butters laughed and then the line went quiet.

"Kay Mom." Butters called, lowering his voice when he talked to me again, "I have to go."

"...Alright. See you tomorrow."

"Bye."

I stayed away from my computer that night, afraid of what I would say if I talked to him.

I fell asleep in the middle of my Math homework and when I woke up the book crashed to the floor.

I yawned and it wasn't until I put my book back in my backpack that I realized it was the next day.

"...Shit." I whined, covering my face with my hands.

I got ready sluggishly, as if being late would make the day not happen. Ten or so minutes later I slammed my backpack on our usual table, making Butters jump.

"I've had three 'fag's, two 'queer's, and a handful of points already." I said bitterly, "You?"

"Nothing out of the ordinary." he said with a shrug.

"Hey, faggots!" I heard the yell and I bristled. I didn't answer, gripping the table and looking at Butters.

"It'll be okay, Butters." I whispered. The poor boy looked terrified, his eyes were wide and when he picked his hand up off the table I noticed that he was shaking.

He didn't seem to be comforted by my words but he gave me a tiny nod.

"I said, hey faggots!" the jock yelled louder and I looked up, glaring.

"What do you want?" I asked bitterly.

"Why don't you kiss your boooyfriend, queer?" he cackled and his cronies followed suit. I rolled my eyes and stood up suddenly. Butters jumped and I gave him an apologetic glance before staring down the jock. I was an inch or two taller than he was and easily twice as big so it didn't take long to intimidate him.

"Why don't you?" I said, smirking at his nearest crony. The jock glared and me and the crony blushed lightly.

"Come on, let's go. I don't want to catch AIDS."

After they left I sat back down, pissed.

"Sorry Butters." I said quietly, frowning at him.

"It's-It's okay." he said shakily. Just as I put my head down, the bell rang.

"C'mon, let's skip. I don't want to go to class." I said bitterly, gathering my stuff.

"...Alright." Butters said quietly.

After school I reluctantly signed on, a part of me was dreading talking to him but the other part couldn't wait. Almost as soon as I signed on, he IMed me.

"Kyle says:

Did your day go as bad as mine?"

I bit my lip and typed back.

"Eric, Asshole Extraordinaire says:

I dunno. I wasn't there for most of the day."

"Your mom let you stay home?"

"No, me and Butters skipped."

"Oh."

"How did your day go?" I was reluctant to ask this because I was guilty. I just couldn't bring myself to look for him.

"Alright, I guess. Stan's pissed at me for upsetting Wendy like that, and it seems like the rest of the school hates me."

"Stan wasn't upset about the whole gay thing?" I asked. I could've sworn he would've been pissed.

"No, I already told him I was bi."

"Oh." I wasn't sure why this had surprised me. Hell, I'd kissed the boy twice. I guess it was just that I'd been telling myself it wasn't real all this time and I'd started to believe that he was lying too.

"Listen, Eric. I thought about what said and... I'm not on the rebound. I didn't even like Wendy that much."

My breath caught in my throat and it took me a couple seconds to think up a response.

"Then... Why were you dating her?"

"I dunno... She had this huge crush on me and I couldn't bear to say no."

"That sounds a little familiar."

"Eric... When you kissed me... I've never felt that exhilarated. It was... Real."

I sat there, my mouth open slightly. The irony of his words stuck me deep. I felt a pang of guilt. If Kyle didn't even want to date Wendy, then what right did I have to punish him for it? Just then Butters signed on and I nearly thanked him out loud.

"Eric, Asshole Extraordinaire says:

Butters! Oh my god I'm in deep shit."

"Butterz With a Z says:

What? What's wrong?"

"He didn't like Wendy."

"Uh-oh."

"What do I do?"

"I... I can't. I don't want to hurt him. He doesn't deserve it!"

Kyle's window flashed and I reluctantly clicked on it.

"Eric? Are you there?"

I hit my head on the table and made up some excuse about homework.

"You don't want to hurt him?" Butters replied.

"He's innocent. I can't just crush him for no reason."

"Y'know... You did kiss him twice. You can't tell me that maybe you felt something and maybe you liked it."

I sat there; shocked by Butters' assumptions but even more shocked that he was right.

"I can't believe I made such a huge mistake." I typed, rubbing my forehead.

"What do I do?" I added.

"Do you want to be with him?"

"...Yes."

"Then you should tell him."

"But... That would destroy him. I can't do that! I... I would lose him..."

"Well, it's either now or later. And I think you'd have a better chance of winning him back now then later."

"I can't do that to him..." I rubbed my temples and clicked on Kyle's window again.

"All done with my homework." I typed, hesitated before clicking send.

"Awesome." he replied quickly.

"So... You really like me back?" I typed slowly, taking a deep breath and finally clicking send. There was a thirty second pause of agony before he replied.

"Meet me in the park and I'll let you know." he sent and signed out.

I said a quick goodbye to Butters and signed out, almost running out the door.

I arrived at the park several minutes later, looking around wildly for a flash of red hair. My heart sank when he was nowhere to be seen, and I started to wonder if he had a plan of his own.

"Guess who!" Kyle cried, reaching up and covering my eyes from behind. I grinned and turned around in his arms.

"Yes..." he whispered, kissing me.

I wrapped my arms around him and forgot about everything else.

We spent the rest of the night together. Well, most of it. Not the 'night' night. Kyle's too much of a prude for that. Anyways, he ended up leaving my house at the obscene hour of eleven o'clock. A whole hour after he was expected home.

When I woke the next morning I strained to remember if the night before had been a dream or reality. After seeing the excessive pen marks on my arm I resolved that it had, indeed, happened.

I examined my arm bemusedly; it was decorated with phrases like 'Redheads do it best'; 'Kyle is sexy' and 'Eric Cartman is dating a Jew.' There was also an assortment of heart, smiley face, and other gay-looking symbols.

After some deliberation I decided to wash off all of it except 'Kyle is sexy' and a heart or two.

Ten or twenty minutes later I arrived at me and Butters' usual spot to find a surprise waiting for me.

"Eric!" Kyle squealed and jumped, hugging me. When he pulled away I pretended to be disgusted.

"I would prefer it if you tried not to rape me in public." I said sarcastically, sitting down and rolling my eyes at Butters. Kyle stuck his tongue out at me and sat down.

"It's only rape if isn't consensual." Kyle stated matter-of-factly.

I laughed, and Kyle slyly grabbed my hand under the table. I smiled and lifted our hands, placing them on the table. His smiled widened, and he leaned in to kiss me on the cheek. I pulled back, biting my lip.

"Are... Are you sure you can do this?" I asked softly, glancing down at our linked hands. Kyle leaned back dejectedly, knitting his brow at me.

"Do what?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.

"...Deal with this. The stares, the pointing, the names, the threats... The hate..." I looked at Kyle with concern, experiencing an unwanted flashback to Wendy.

"...Of course I can. It might be hard, but I'll have you..." Kyle smiled and hugged my arm. I half-smiled, unconvinced. He noticed this and frowned at me.

"You don't believe me, do you?"

"Well, it's just... It's hard to get used to...You haven't-" my sullen explanation was cut off by a pair of lips. Namely, Kyle's. He had put a hand on my cheek and jerked my head towards him so he could kiss me. He moved so fast that it took me a couple seconds to realize what had happened and kiss back. All too soon he pulled away, grinning.

"I won't get scared away. I promise." he said, and I broke into a grin.

"I won't let anyone hurt you." his grin widened and he latched onto my arm, snuggling up against my shoulder.

"Who's gonna look after me now?" Butters piped up and I blinked at him. I had honestly forgotten that Butters was sitting across the table.

"Why don't you ask Dougie to be your bodyguard and hump-buddy?" I said with a laugh. Butters stuck his tongue out at me.

"Who?" Kyle asked, looking from me to Butters.

"Dougie was my best friend since 3rd grade. Last year his parents made him stop being friends with me and sent him to a private school... And I have a little crush on him..." Butters explained with a blush.

"So, you really are gay?" Kyle asked, and right after the words left his mouth he gasped lightly and covered his mouth.

"I'm sorry-! I didn't-! ...Sorry." Kyle blushed and bit his lip.

"...Yeah." Butters muttered, glaring down at the table

Kyle looked over at me, giving me a look that said 'Agh! Fix it!'

"He didn't mean it, Butters." I said softly, reaching across the table to pat his shoulder. Butters looked up at me, and then at Kyle.

"It's okay." Butters mumbled, blushing.

There was an uncomfortable silence, interrupted by the bell. Butters stood and rushed away.

"Ugh, I am such an idiot." Kyle said, slapping his forehead.

"No, you're not. He's just really sensitive about his dad and stuff. He'll be fine by the end of the day." I said, standing up.

"Yeah, but... He's your best friend, right? There's no way I passed the 'best friend test'." he said, standing up and smirking at me. I scoffed.

"Puh-lease. I don't need his approval to date you." I said incredulously, and Kyle latched onto my arm.

"Suure." he cooed.

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