a/n: I've got writing fever! Enjoy!
I sat down beside him on is bed. He still has to 'aid' me or whatever. But if it were me, I'd be like that too. If it were me, I'd never let him out of my sight, whether I was in love with him or not. We are still best friends.
"I over reacted, a lot. The Stan thing wasn't even that big of a deal." Which it wasn't.
"But when you said that I should give him a chance, that hurt dude. It hurt a lot." I spoke honestly. No holding back I guess. If he rejects me, so be it.
"Why would that hurt?" Damn, he did have a point.
"It's because…I'm in love. In love with a person that's been there my whole life." Well most of it, anyway. I really should get to the point. I think he knows I'm hiding something.
"You are, so hard to understand aren't you?" I put my arm around him, not having any regrets of the future. No more will I hold back.
He looks up at my and smiles. Odd. Very odd.
I look down and smile back at him.
"You are just so much to me. It's like everything you do has this affect. You're skin, and bones. It's just turns into something beautiful. It just comes altogether, perfectly. I love your eyes. I love your nose. I love your cheeks. I love your body, your mind and everything. I love you."
I look down to see his reaction. Will he kick me out? Will he reject me? Have a lost the only friend that really matters? What will be the outcome?
"Are you serious?" He asks sadly.
Did he think I was joking? Who in their right mind would joke like that?
"Why would I joke like that?"
"I couldn't picture anybody with me. Not after all the things I've done. Especially you, of all people." I guess it would be natural for him to think that.
I un-wrap my arm from around his shoulders. I take off my hood, revealing my face a lot more.
I turn my face in his face's direction. My eyes meeting his, beautiful green ones. I lean over closer. I pull him closer. Finally, my lips meeting his soft wonderful lips. I flick one eye open, just to see his face. His eyes have tears coming out of them.
I pull away even if I don't want to, his feelings matter more than mine.
"Should I leave?"
He pulled on my blond locks and gave me another kiss. His lips leave mine with a wonderful smacking noise.
I look at his tears stained face. Another steak came down. I wiped it away with my thumb.
"I love you more than you could ever know Eric."
"I love you back. More than you could ever feel, know, and more. "That was so typical, but I'll make an exception.
My skin feels so hot when he leans over tome. He looks so hot. His eye half- lidded. Lips slightly parted. I don't think I can control myself right now. Everything is like, according to the atmosphere.
Oh my god, he's un-zipping my jacket.
"I want to, show you how much I love you." Oh my god, stop!
I moan. Real smooth Kenny, real smooth.
His lips press against my own. I can't believe this is happening. This is fucking happening!
"Um, yeah this is happening." Did I say that out loud? Like I said real smooth.
This time I kiss him. Licking his bottom lip asking to open the gate. The gate to his sweat, wonderful insides.
He tastes too good. A lot like chocolate, that matches his hair. Tongues wrestling, with mine winning over the dominance.
Soon clothes are on the ground leaving us naked. Thank God Mrs. Cartman was at work.
I stop kissing him and just take time to look at him. He is so perfect. His belly button is awesome!
"Dude, your pubes are blond." He says with a smirk.
I chuckle a little. I mean, it was funny.
"You barely have any pubes baldy."
"Shut up Kenny."
"I love you too." I bend down to kiss him.
I kiss him on his forehead, then his nose. Both of his cheeks (on his face) then, his lips. Then on his perfectly beautiful neck. Leaving a hickie or two. Now, on to his wonderful tummy. I blow on it; it made the most hilarious fart sound. We both laugh hard at that.
Then on to the grand finale. His fireman, his love stick. I licked the head, gaining a moan.
(I am no good at lemon so I just can't write it. I'm very sorry)
I wake up feeling warm. Last night was wonderful, very wonderful.
"Finally waking up I see." His voice sounded so hot when he woke up.
"You were, and still are wonderful. And beautiful. And so much more added to it."
"I love you." I really do.
"I love you too."
(Two months later, on the phone)
"I love you, love" We both chuckle at my corny-ness.
"I love you too," He says in between chuckles.
"Kay then, bye." I hang up.
Even when I'm at work I still manage to call him, just to say those words. I do it because I want to. They make me remember, a lot. I say it because it could be the last time I ever say it. It could be the last words that I'll ever say to him or he'll say to me.
All you have to do is communicate, and maybe everything would be better than you'd thought it would be. Don't be scared, and just live.
a/n: A lot Coldplay songs inspired me to write. I even used one of their songs called" Yellow" in it. If you didn't notice. I also highly in courage you to listen to them If you don't . I'm sorry if this sorry sucked or not, but I tried my best. But I will keep writing fandoms. Thank you for reading. Good Bye.