Shalom! KymanFanFic here! It's been months since I've updated this story, but my lovely sister made me do this! So here is the next chapter! Enjoy.

"Uhh... I didn't mean to say that!" Oh shit. I close my mouth, biting my lip. This is probably the dumbest shit I said today! I bet I look like a fool!

"Then why?" A shiver goes through my body, oh I hate it when he does those half questions!

Thinking fast I say, "I think I should be leaving now! My mom might find out."

"No-" he grabs my shoulder, "Stay." My eyebrows twitch, I'm fucked!

I start to lose my mind, "Uh…"

He lowers his head, "Do you?" Great, now he's all emotional!

I look around on his wall, trying to keep my attention away from him. Awesome, I could just stare at a Nazi poster!

"Do I-"

"Do you love me?" Does he really have to ask this?

I tilt me head, "Cartman, I can't tell you." Fuck, now I sound like I really DO love him. Wait, I do!

"No, just forget it. Goodnight." He sits back down, writing something on Facebook.

I walk out of his room and close his door. That was a close call! It feels like the air became more fresh. But still, why did I say such a thing? I look down at my arms, I should probably change.

I walk into his bathroom, taking a shower. Wow, Cartman being nice to me. That's a new one. I don't know why i said that. I rest my head on the soap holder, why am I suddenly feeling like this? Did I have to blurt out my most personal secret?! A blush spread across my face, 'Loving Cartman is my most personal secret."

After 10 minutes of showering, I take a look at Cartman's shirt. I pull it over my body. It's like a dress on me. I smile, 'I'm wearing his shirt!' I'm just glad Cartman is in his room- if he saw me in his shirt!

I walk downstairs, setting up the couch. The cold leather is enough to relax me. I drift into a deep sleep. If only life was as good as this.

"Kahl! Wake the fuck up, Jew!"

I feel a push on my rib cage, "Ow!" I get up clearing my eyes. "What was that for?!"

He smiles, "Oh my, you should be thanking me. Its 9:00!"

My hands go numb, "I'm late, you're late!"

He stops me, "Quit your whining! I'm just kidding."

I look at him and slap him. "That's not funny! What time is it?"

"It's 6:00. I thought you woke up this time, so if I were you… I would get my Jew ass home!" He smirks at me. What a douche.

I get up and leave. Why did I even think of 'taking a walk outside'. I could have had this whole day normal. Damn.

I walk back home still tired. I hope Ike didn't find me gone, oh what would my mother think! Just as that thought hit my mind, I start to run, only 1 more block! I climb up the tree, opening my window. Shit! Sneaking into my own room, how dumb am I?

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"KYLE, BREAKFAST IS READY!"

Yes, I'm just in time! I should probably think twice before I leave the house again.

"BROFLOVSKI! HURRY UP, YOUNG MAN!"

I run down stairs, to avoid any more yelling from my mom. Damn, can't that fat bitch just wait!

"Yes ma?"

She points to the table "Your food is on the table. OH! I heard you're having a party on Friday! I brought you a suit."

I roll my eyes, so much for keeping that to myself. I look at the food, ugh. I don't really feel like eating, but I guess it'll keep this bitch from complaining. As I'm eating, I hear Ike laughing.

"Ike, what the hell do you want?"

My moms yells, "Language!"

Ike points at me, "Looks like you went to Cartman's by the look of your over-sized shirt!" My eyes go huge. I forgot to change my clothes!

I play it cool, "What? I had this shirt for 2 years." I hope he buys it.

He shrugs, "Whatever, Cartman lover." I'm so going to kill this kid right now.

Before I could lay my hands on Ike, my mom hands me and Ike a raincoat. "We had an unexpected rainstorm." I sign, yeah and I was caught in the middle of it.

I run upstairs to change, forgetting about my meal. I dig through my closet and settle on a green plaid shirt with orange jeans. I've been getting into this hipster look, and I think Cartman finds it gross. I smirk, good.

I look at the alarm clock, '7:49' I shrug, I'm early. I glance at Cartman shirt and tuck it away in my closet. You know, just to be on the safe side.

I grab my bag and head back down-stairs. My younger brother looks at me packing my lunch.

I walk past him, "Creep!"

He sticks his tongue out, "Blah!" I shake my head, immature brat.

I grab the rain coat and head out the door. I look up and see the gloomy sky, I hope it doesn't mess up Cartman's party. I walk down the street, and take some short-cut to school.

I somehow already know: This is going to be some messed up day.

"And don't forget, Saturday is the graduation ceremony! I hope you enjoy your freedom from high school!"

I follow the students, and rise from my chair. We all bow down and start clapping. I hate to admit this, but I'm actually enjoying myself today. I smile along with the other students, 'maybe today is different! I was so wrong about today."

We walk outside as soon as the bell rings, so today is the last day of high-school.

"Kyle? What's number 4?"

I jerk up, "It's 5,600." I watch the teacher scribble '5,600' on the board. She point to another kid. I lay my head on the desk, do we really have to do work on the last day of school?

The bell rings, releasing the students from school, the teacher stands up, "Alright, enjoy your adult-hood."

I glace at her, is that what she really has to say?

If only my memories could come true. Then would probably live a better life.

Sorry! I made this one short, but the next chapter is going to be more awesomerr. Yeah, I think? I hope you enjoyed!

Shalom! -KymanFanFic.