Warning: Cryle, angst, abuse, cursing, fighting, ect.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

A/N: It's supposed to be Cryle.

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16) think of me and I'll be there

And all he thought was, 'Where could be he? Why couldn't he be here with me? Wh-'

But all thoughts disappear when the male turned to the tapping sound on the window, and there he was, a bright smile on his face, the window opened so that Kyle fell straight into Craig's arms.

"I was just thinking of you too..." he whispered softly.

"That's probably why I appeared," the male laughed.

17) orange; color

The way that Craig looked at him through the contacts.

Kyle found himself sighing deeply.

"What's up?" Kenny asked, coming in with that jacket! That jacket that was the same color as his contacts.

The male closed his emerald eyes as he looked around the room and sighed once more.

His best friend, concerned, sat down next to him, his arms swinging to get onto his shoulder, "Where's Craig? He usually never leaves you a-"

He stopped dead, as he pieced things together, he gasped.

"Did he...cheat on you?"

Kyle replied by flinching, and Kenny caught it, gritted his teeth he grumbled, "That bastard. Where is he?"

"Where is who?" the said male asked, walking in.

"You bastard-" Kenny yelled, effectively stopping the party around them, "Stop sleeping with people that aren't Kyle!"

"What?" the raven-head spluttered, clearly taken back.

Kyle gave his friend a confused look, "Kenny, what are you talking about?" he asked.

The male stopped, "That wasn't it?" He suddenly gave off a sheepish look.

Craig growled darkly, grabbing the red-head, and slammed their lips together, hugging him close, he growled, "What now? He's mine. Back off."

"Then why does he look sick?" the male shot back. He'll release the cheating charges. He won't release the fact that Kyle didn't look willing.

"That..." the male stopped, and looked down to the smaller male, finding out that emerald eyes refused to look at him, "Kyle?" he looked heartbroken.

Kyle replied by sighing, "I hate your contacts."

18) the wrong words

"But you're not ugly," the male whispered softly, wrapping his arms around his larger lover.

"That's a lie," Craig chocked, "Goddamnit," he pushed the arms away, "Don't lie to me."

"What do I have to gain from lying to you like this?" emerald eyes looked so much hurt that the gray ones that slammed shut.

"I don't know," the male said, shaking his head, "You might run off with Stan, and laugh it off."

"Do I seem that low?" the tone was dead, as the male chocked on his laugh, "Does that mean that the only reason why I would ever love someone like I loved you, that the only reason why I can't think of anyone without thinking about the one I love first, is only to trash them?"

Eyes snapped up at the words, as the male stood up to go towards him, "No, Kyle, I didn't mean that-"

"Don't you mean anything you say?"

"Yes-no! No! No! No..." the male caught himself.

The red-head sighed, and turned away before he was caught in a tight, yet gentle hug once more.

The one he fell in love with.

19) northern lights

"I'll take you there, one day," Craig muttered as the two stared at the museum pictures.

"Why?" Kyle asked, slipping his hand in with his loved one, "You're far more beautiful," he smiled.

A light pink flush appeared as gray eyes down-casted before he hugged the smaller one tenderly.

"Nearly not as pretty as you."

20) broken dreams

When Craig found Kyle on the sidewalk, sobbing his eyes out, he automatically went towards the male, ripping his jacket off of him and onto the smaller one.

"Sh, don't worry," he whispered softly, "It's okay, it's okay."

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry," the red-head continued to sob, "I wanted it to be with you..."

That really got the male, as he pulled himself away from the hug, "What?"

Emerald eyes were closed as Craig stared at the smaller male, wondering what the hell was going on, while the male chocked, "I wanted my... first time to be with you..." he whispered.

A broken dream. And when Craig got the chance. A broken person.

21) sois un ange; be an angel

"Craig, dear," he heard Kyle chirp happily, almost sarcastically as he coughed, his voice ripped up as bad as his throat, "Be a dear and pass me my reading glasses," he said.

A dark grumble escaped the raven-head as he did as he was told, dropping the glasses onto the sicker male, "There, happy?"

"Of course, smoochkins," the male flinched.

He felt really bad, forcing Kyle to sleep with him when he was sick.

But this, what the red-head was doing to him now, that was pure torture. Especially when he started calling him the 'cute' nicknames near Tokken and Clyde.

He sighed deeply, "I need a nap," he said aloud, a half-assed glare going to his love.

A nod came through, "Of course, Dearest," he said.

That bitterly sweet tone that could get anyone, even CARTMAN, to wince or be intimidated in some way, shape, or form.

He nodded, turning around to walk away, and then, the voice, a truly happier voice, took a form of a laugh.

Something he had yet to hear in a very long time.

"Craig?" he asked, coughing quietly as the said male turned around, awaiting his fate.

The red-head out-stretched his arms to the general direction of him, "Be an angel and give me a hug."

And he did.

The one kind of torture that didn't hurt him at all.

22) ichi-go ichi-e

It was a once in a lifetime opportunity for him.

He slowly approached the male, knowing that if this failed, he might as well give up on his social life as it is.

It was always easier when he was with someone to cope with it.

"Craig," Kyle gulped as the said male turned around, and pulled an ear-phone out of his ear.

"What?" he asked, casually flipping him off.

A flinch but Kyle coughed, "Would you like to go to senior prom with me?" he asked, knowing well-enough that he probably just screwed himself over 28+ different times.

Starting with Cartman, who was laughing his ass off in the corner.

Gray eyes stared at him, before averting back to the locker, a soft pink dusting his face, he pulled the male into a hug, whispering huskily into his ear.

"I'd love to."

23) candlelight

Craig had to be strong, for his love. He couldn't allow him to see him so... uncool. Weak.

Vulnerable.

"You alright?" the whisper came and the male's attention snapped up. Small arms wrapping around him, the larger male felt himself lean into the touch.

He hated blackouts.

But when the candlelight glowed softly, it reminded him of the one hugging him softly, words gently guiding him through the night.

"I love you," Craig muttered, drawing his arms around the male before falling on him.

More like falling for him.

Deeper and deeper by the moment.

24) love and hate

"Dude. When Kyle first confessed his love for you," Stan grumbled over drinks, watching as Kenny, Kyle, and Butters were laughing over a couple of drink, "Do you remember what happened?"

"Oh yeah, when Kyle asked him out," Tokken grinned, "And Craig was such a homophobic prick," he grinned, "And ran away without answering."

"Man, that had to hurt Kyle badly," Stan shook his head, laughing, "He still has the scars from when he slipped on the floor and fell out the second-story building when he ran after you."

"I know, I saw," Craig sighed, feeling worse by the moment.

The drinks weren't helping fast enough.

Meanwhile, Tokken and Stan couldn't stop laughing, as they saw the other customers stare at them, some amused, some annoyed.

"Man, dude," Tokken wiped a stray tear on his face, "Oh god. I still can't believe you went back to ask him out."

"I love him," he whispered softly.

The other two sobered up some, and turned to see Kyle behind him, and slowly hugged his larger boyfriend.

"I love you," he whispered, and then turned to Tokken and Stan, "Stop bullying him guys, physical wounds have nothing against the mental ones," he scoffed.

Craig blinked, turning around in the arms, his eyes screaming for forgiveness he didn't understand why he had.

25) the curtain falls

And Kyle, he knew that this would happen one day. But even if he knew that it was going to happen one day, that didn't mean that it didn't hurt.

The act always ends with the curtain falling.

"If I had..." he whispered, the rain pattering against his face, he knew Craig was probably out of hearing distance.

He didn't care anymore.

"Even if I had," he chocked out, standing in front of Tweek, Cylde, and Tokken's home, knowing that Craig was there, "EVEN IF I HAD ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD!" he screamed, "WHETHER YOU WERE THERE OR NOT!" the words fell out of him, pitifully, "I WOULD LOVE YOU!" he screamed.

A deep shaky breath.

"I know that there isn't enough time!" he continued to yell, his voice getting hoarse, "There is never enough time when you love someone! But!" the dramatic pause came through, "I still love you! I want you to know that! Even if it makes me the asshole of your life! I need you to know that."

His voice quieted down, "Sorry, Clyde, Tweek, Tokken!" he called out, the rain successfully drenching him, like a drowned rat, "I owe that to you. And I owe it to Craig, any and every part of me, whether he loves me or not."

The final words were a parting burden, he knew that from experience. Turning around in the rain, he was held back, as someone held him tightly.

"Don't... go," the whisper came through, "Please. Don't... go," he almost begged.

"You'll catch a cold," Kyle said simply, "I said what I needed to," he almost sounded pitiful, "I can give you my love. And that's all I can give you."

"I know. I know," Craig whispered, "I know."

The curtains closed to finish an act.

And the curtains opened for the next act.

26) "I never say the truth."

"You are so beautiful," Craig visibly stiffened as Cylde stared at Kyle, licking his lips slowly.

A bright red blush appeared on his face, "T-thank you," he said, nodding his head.

Twitching, Craig wrapped one of his arms around the male, glaring dangerously at his best friend.

Or supposedly.

"I almost can't believe that you are dating Craig," he purred.

Kyle blinked, eyes softening, he nodded, "Yeah, he's... my boyfriend," he whispered, "I love him."

The brunette chuckled, "You're amazin-"

"Fuck off," Craig growled out, flipping his finger at him, "He's mine."

"Says the person that said he'll never say the truth about him," Cylde snapped back.

Craig visibly paled, and turned to Kyle.

"So, how is it?" the brunette asked softly, "You were played with the whole time."

A shrug as the red-head brushed it off, "Then I'll just play along, because it's the small moments that make me happy. Even if it doesn't make him happy."

Nuzzling his nose deep into the red curls, Craig sighed.

"I love you."

Cylde rolled his eyes, but deep inside, he felt really good for his friend.

27) splash

"No wait, stop! Stop!" the cries of his boyfreind made Craig drop everything and run to where the male was.

In front of the pool, with a white t-shirt and some green swim trunks.

"Kenny!" Kyle gasped.

"C'mon man, I swear that he'll like it!" Kenny grinned happily, dangling a bikini in front of the male.

"What? No! Craig is-"

"A guy, meaning, he gets turned on very easily," the blond was way to happy about this.

"B-but-"

"Kyle," he whispered out, coming out of his hiding spot, as he took one look at the bikini, "Wear it when we're in private," he growled out, "I don't want you to be looked at by a creeper."

"What? What are you talking-"

No chance to finish before Craig turned to him, licking his lips, he tackled the male into a hug, slamming their lips together, Kyle panicking on the way down and into the pool.

"Damn it, Craig!"

28) dust

"A-choo!" the soft sneeze, made Craig groan when the male stumpled back against him, "Gah... Sawrey," he mumbled out, "Damn... Dust..."

A chuckle as Craig wrapped his arms around the male.

"I love you."

"Shut up."

29) silhouette

Heart beating, thumping wildly against his chest as the red-head felt his back hit against the pole he was hiding behind.

The light shinned, creating that monstrous shadow before he carefully peaked out.

There was no longer anyone there.

Slowly getting out of his hiding place, a shot was heard, as Craig caught him in his arms, waving around his laser tagging gun.

"Gotcha," the confident smirk came through like always.

30) hug!

"Craig. Get. Off," the voice was stern as Craig pinned the male down before sighing softly, he leaned down further, wrapping his arms around the male, inhaling the scent of his lover, "Craig," the voice was softer as Craig slowly got up.

And walked away from his bed, putting some clothes on, he turned around to make sure Kyle was done.

Instead, he got a soft peck on his lips, before he grinned once more.

He didn't screw up so badly after all.

A soft sigh as Kyle hugged the male tightly.

"Thank you," he whispered.

"Always, babe. Always."

And Kyle couldn't muster the feeling that he was lying.