BeefCake- 'Hey joo'

GreenHat- 'What do you want, fat-ass?'

BeefCake- 'U lol.'

GreenHat- 'Fuck you. Hey, anyway... where is the party going to be located at?'

BeefCake- 'Wats up w/ u. Ur so into this party plannin. Are u plannin to ruin it? Goddamnit. Nvr trust a Joo.'

GreenHat- 'Whatever fat-ass'

GreenHat is offline-

I hesitated as I shut down my laptop. Cartman's party was tomorrow night. Jesus, I sounded like some girl on her upcoming prom date. If I played this right, I could spend time with Eri- I mean Cartman. Why would I ever think of calling Cartman... *gulp* Eric.

Was Cartman right, did I really love him? Nah, he's just fucked up in the head. He has always been since I've known him. What part of him would accept feelings?

I crawled into my bed, but for some reason I couldn't fall asleep. I usually considered taking some sleeping pills, but I might sleep in. I took another minute to decide to go outside. Well, maybe this one time. My mom wouldn't find out, right? It's not like I'm going anywhere special.

I slugged myself up, then kneeled down onto the floor. I made a smug sound before I got up.

The door glided open, like butter. What a weird simile. The stairs were creaky, so at the reasonable five steps, I jumped down. Thank Moses that the floor didn't creak. I run and grab my coat and fulfill my body at the lasting heat. I puffed a huge breath, just happy that I made it this far. Finally, I headed out the door before anything bad happened, like my mom waking up.

When I opened the door, a blow of winds got me before I could prepare myself. I really did love mornings. Well, when it's 12 o'clock. The gusty winds and the cool air. I enjoyed this time, because that was the time when the air didn't smell like cow shit.

Just the thought of cows reminded me of an old memory, when we found out that veal were actually slaughtered baby cows. I remember how all of us helped out to save the calves, and how Stan was growing vaginas on his skin. Gross. I guess the thing I loved the most was hanging out together. When Kenny wasn't whoring around, when Stan wasn't mushy with Wendy, and when Eric wasn't... well, I don't know. I just loved how we all chipped in that day. It was the only thing we did together.

Drop. Drop. Drop. At first, I thought it was a bird passing by, but before I could even think what it was, I was already soaked in messy rain. I ran onto the nearest porch with a light on. I was so glad I was out of the rain, until I realized whose house it was. Out of all the people in town, it had to Eric Cartman's place. My boots were already slicked in thick mud. My mom might have suspected something if she saw a muddy trail lead up to my room. I have no other choice...

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Cartman opened the door while cursing and looking the other way. His attention now faced me. and his eyes go huge, almost cartoon-like.

'Kahl. Wow. Huh, you came.' He almost sounded like he was waiting for me.

'It was raining outside so..' I trailed off.

'Why were you outside?'

'I couldn't sleep.'

'And coming to my place will make you fall asleep.' He isn't saying it like it's a question, more of a statement. 'Very well. Come in.' He gestured with his eyes moving toward the inside of the house.

I rolled my eyes at his remark but welcomed myself inside. The warmness wrapped around me. I finally looked up above me, but Cartman wasn't there. I glanced into the kitchen and he has two steaming mugs of coffee pressing in eyes. My eyes went huge at his kindness. This wasn't like Cartman at all. Did he poison it, or something?

Although was still a little skeptical, I took one and followed him to the kitchen table. I scooted out a chair and sit down. There were bags of party supplies sitting on the edge of the table.

'Where's your mom?' I asked curiously.

'She took the weekend to leave me here with the party.' My mom would never do anything like that. I considered asking him where she was staying, but he had an almost wretched look in his eyes. I decided to play in safe and started to change the topic.

'Oh, about the whole IM thing. I'm sorry for calling you a fatass.' So much for small talk. Why the hell was I apologizing to him?

He almost choked on his coffee and looked at me, raising an eyebrow. 'Sorry?! But you never say sorry. We never say sorry!'

'Yeah, well sorry.' I noticed the 'we' in his last sentence.

My eyes became slug, 'Man, I'm so tired.'

'You could crash on the couch.' He suggested, pointing to the living room.

Wow, I was surprised that he even let me into his house, and now he was letting me sleep on his couch. Maybe he did have feelings. Just a little.

'Thanks.' I set down the mug and sat down onto the couch. It felt so soft and smelled like cheesy poofs.

Cartman dropped a blanket into my hand. I was about to thank him again for his rare act of kindness, but he was already halfway up the stairs.

Of course, I had to do my 'sneaky joo work', as Cartman would call it.

I waited until Cartman went into his room. I softly caressed my feet into a position where it wouldn't make any noise. I walked up stairs, thanking Moses that his floor doesn't creak. When I reached his door, I slowly opened it. I crept into Cartman's room so slowly that he didn't even turn around. He made grunting noises as he browsed Facebook.

'You know most people would knock.' I jumped, startled.

Dammit. My face turned red, 'I duh-du-uh...' Speechless!

'And close the door behind them.' He stood up and did just that

'I uh.. I wanted to.. um... thank you?'

'Why?' His gleaming eyes narrowed down into mine and eyebrows furrowing. 'So you don't know what to say? Well, I guess that's normal,' he pauses, 'for you, of course.'

As if things couldn't get any worse, he turned his eyes on mine, this time-more-devilish. His gawping expression checked every facial motion I have.

'I... uh *gulp*..-' , My eyes froze, still shocked.

Cartman looked me over. I suspected that he was looking for something. Probably my emotions, 'So...,' He ran his fingers through his messy brown hair. My heart stopped. 'I can tell you're scared. How come?' Oddly, he seemed calm.

He began walking to his dresser, pulling out a long shirt and throwing it at me, 'You can wear this. Keep it. Throw it away. I don't give a shit. You change in the bathroom, and take a shower if you want.'

'Wow, thanks, Cartman,' He rolls his eyes.

'Zip it, Jew.' I cringed slightly but he gave me a small smile.

My whole body felt warm. Butterflies filled my stomach. I'm such a fag. We were both guys. This can't be happening. My mouth seemed to speak, before my brain, 'I love you, Cartman.'

WHAT?! What the fuck did I just say?! My mouth open.

Cartman gave me the oddest look ever. He didn't sound angry, just confused. 'You... what?'