A/N: To all the people who like to flame everything:
I understand that you're full of shit, but I'm not a toilet, so please dump your shit somewhere else.
Thank you and have a nice day. :)
Or not. It's your choice.
ALSO, thanks to all the people who reviewed. You made my day :)
Now, on with the story, which AGAIN is painfully short. But I'm trying my best.
I sighed and grabbed a sheet of paper from the stack on the end table.
However, just as I fished out a pen from my jeans pocket I heard a knock at the door.
Who the hell could that be? I wondered as I walked over to the door.
The door flew open before I had a chance to open it.
"Jeww!" A familiar voice said.
Oh God. Please tell me I was dreaming.
Unfortunately for me, I wasn't. This was real. A tall, slightly chubby figure stood before me, grasping large brown briefcases in his hands. I gaped at his size. When had he gotten so tall?
I came up to his shoulders. That's how fucking tall he had gotten.
"C-cartman?" I choked out.
"What's the matter, Jew? You look surprised to see me."
"I-I j-just…" I searched for the right words to describe how cute he looked, but the words just wouldn't come out.
Cartman glared at me, obviously getting frustrated by my sheepish stammering.
"Dude, stop it. You sound like Jimmy."
And with that, he ventured upstairs, probably to put his crap in my room.
I wasn't able to do anything more than stand there looking stupid.
I was in love with Cartman, and there wasn't a god damn thing I could do about it, either.
About five seconds later, Cartman came down the stairs and slapped me in the face.
"Ow! Dude, what the hell!" I exclaimed.
"You were checking me out."
My face took on the color of a freshly picked tomato.
Oh God. Did I really?
He grabbed my bony white arm and started to drag me upstairs.
"Come, Kahl. I have a surprise for you."
I felt my blush deepen as we neared my room.
Oh God. What was he gonna do to me?
I found myself trying to tear away from his grip, but he was too strong. He led me into my room, where I found several Nazi posters strewn across my bed.
"What the hell, Cartman!" I yelled out.
"What, Kahl? You don't wanna be my Jew?" He asked, reaching for my face and cupping it in his hands.
"I-I don't know." I replied, tripping over my words just like Jimmy.
"Admit it, Kahl. You want me." He purred, stroking my red afro.
For some reason, I just couldn't admit it. I felt like I was lying to myself.
"I-"
God dammit. I was doing it again. Screwing up my words. Now I was never gonna get Cartman.
Wait a minute.
Do I actually want Cartman?
No way…it couldn't be.
…But it is.
Oh shit. What have I gotten myself into?