A/N: So, here's the third chapter. If you haven't noticed, I suck at writing long chapters, but I hope you like this one nevertheless.
Also, I'd like to thank all the people who took the time to review. You guys are awesome!
Anyways, without further ado, I present the kind of long awaited Chapter 3!
Before I even had the chance to answer, his lips were on mine.
It felt so wrong, yet so right...
It was a feeling of desire that I'd heard so much about but I had never felt before. I never thought I'd feel this way towards a man that I used to hate with every last drop of venom in me.
But now...it was as if someone had struck me down with a lightning bolt.
His kiss was so magical and his touch was so enlightening...It felt like I was a giggly schoolgirl looking into the eyes of my dream boyfriend.
He looked at me with those sparkling honey brown eyes.
"I-I think I love you, Cartman." I told him, looking deep into his beautiful eyes.
"Whatever, Jew. Help me put my stuff away."
"Fine. But you're not sleeping in here."
I sighed dramatically and helped him unpack his luggage. He had barely brought any clothes with him, but he had brought tons of food. Jeez, there was enough food in his briefcase to last starving African children months.
"Cartman, what the hell is with all this food?"
"Look, Kahl, just 'cause I'm staying here doesn't mean I want to eat your mom's stupid Jew food."
"You mean Kosher?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Whatever." He replied, shooting me a look of unmistakable jealousy.
I can't help that I'm smart. I study every night and read over my notes, whereas fat-ass just...well, sits on his ass and eats Cheesy Poofs.
But that's to be expected of him. Although a lot of his weight has shifted over the years, he still has a baby face, and he's still a little chubby. But he's cuter that way.
"What the hell are you staring at, Jew?" He asks, scanning me up and down.
"Nothing." I quickly shoot back, biting my lip and turning away.
It's hard not to stare at him, to be honest.
He looks a lot better than he did when we were kids.
The worst part is, he grows on you like a puppy. Even if he insults your religion every day, it's hard not to look away from him.
It's like no matter what I do, he's still there. You can't push him away. It's always been that way.
But...still. I can't stop looking at him. I'm starting to get a little worried about my sanity, so the next morning, I decide to phone Stan.
He picks up on the second ring.
"Hey, dude." He greets casually.
"Dude, I-I have a problem." I pipe up. The words nearly got caught in my throat, though.
"What's wrong, dude?" He asks worriedly.
"Well...It's Cartman. No matter how hard I try, I just can't keep my eyes off of him." I tell him.
"Dude, this is Cartman you're talking about. You can't exactly ignore him." He says.
I gulp. It's so true, it hurts.
"Yeah, but, I-" I try to tell him what's been going on, but the words keep pushing themselves back down my throat.
"Dude, calm down. What's the matter?" He asks, sounding even more concerned.
"Well...I think I like Cartman." I confide.
"Dude, Cartman? What the hell is WRONG with you? Why not go for Butters, SERIOUSLY?" He shouts.
My heart breaks at his reaction. I knew he was gonna do this to me.
"Well, Stan, it's not exactly easy." I retort, pursing my lips in frustration.
It's hard telling your best friend that you're in love with your worst enemy, and Stan's not taking it too well.
There's silence on the other end of the phone. The seconds slowly begin to tick by. Still no answer.
I'm getting fed up with this, so I hang up on him.
Just as I'm about to go face Cartman, my door flies open to reveal my mom standing in the doorway, looking worried.
"Kyle, bubby, your friend Eric told me that you're making him sleep downstairs on the couch. What did I tell you about sharing?"
"But, Ma-" I began to protest.
She wagged her finger and looked at me disapprovingly.
"No buts, Kyle. Don't make me get your father in here."
"Dammit." I mumbled under my breath.
Cartman began to walk towards me with deliberate slowness. My mom shut the door behind him.
"So, Kahl, I guess I will be sleeping in here after all." He announced, looking at me with those big innocent puppy dog eyes.
"So what? Stop rubbing it in my face."
"Oh, no can do, Kahl." He replied, his hands dangerously close to my pants.
I slapped his hand away, blushing fiercely.
"No need to be ashamed, Kahl. We both know you like it."
"Shut up!" I snapped, my cheeks still blazing with the intensity of a thousand fires.
"Admit it, Kahl. You're hot for me." He teased, his fingers trailing up my thigh.
"No, Cartman!" I yelled, pushing him away.
"Fine, Kahl. I'll sleep in your bed, and your pussy ass can sleep on the floor until you admit you want to sleep with me."
"Fine!"
"Night, Jew." He said as he crawled into my bed.
I curled up on the floor and cursed myself for not sleeping in the bed 'cause I was cold as shit.
Cartman sat up in the bed and looked at me. "Last chance, Jew."
I looked back at him with desperate emerald green eyes. Sighing, I bit my lip and tried to decide if being warm was worth sleeping with a total jerk whom I was inexplicably and irreversibly in love with.
"Well, Kahl? I'm waiting."
For some reason, I couldn't resist the grin that was planted on his face.
"Fine..." I replied, forcing myself to look away from his lips.