KYLES POV. I wake up and my body aches, I twitch my face and feel the dried blood. I look to my right and Cartman's gone, he's probably gone home or he's downstairs. I feel my side and it's completely numb, due to the icepack being laid there all night. I pressure myself to get up towards the bathroom. "Ow, fuck." I mutter holding my side. I walk out the door, there's stains of beer and alcohol everywhere. There's streamers hanging from every wall and two to three people are laying on the floor. A couple of them are awake but there just lying there. I go towards to the bathroom and lock the door behind me. I run the tap and wet my hands, I look in the mirror and rub my face with my hands to get rid of the blood. I honestly hope nothing is broken or fractured on my side. I grab the towel and pat down my face, all the bloods gone. My face is just redder than usual, I pull up my shirt and notice the giant bruise that formed overnight. "Fucking hell." I growled. I walk back outside the bathroom and step over the wasted. I recognize one of them, it's Token. I bend down and nudge him lightly, he grunts and covers his face. "Token." I whisper. "Ugh, what?" He moans. "I'm going home now." I answer. He looks up and breathes out, he smells of alcohol. I lightly cover my face from his stench. He smiles lightly and sits up. "So soon." He yawns. "Yeh, I got a few things to catch up on." I smile. "Alright. See ya next year Kyle. Or y'know later." He chuckles. "Bye." I saying getting back up. I walk down the stairs and take precaution of how I walk, I don't need to damage myself anymore. I twist the doorknob and head outside in the cold Saturday snow, I listen to the crunch of the white bullshit under my shoes. Before long I get inside my house. I'm completely exhausted, I slump up the stairs and open the bathroom door. I, with no effort, undress myself and have a relaxing hot shower. I wet my hair and untangle the clumps which have been stuck together through blood. I wash my face throughly and feel the scabs which caused all the blood. The rest of my body is completely pale, I'm never tan. A little on my face, but that is really all people see. I cover myself up a lot, I never show skin. Heck most of the time I still wear gloves. I hop out and grab the closest towel, wrap it around myself and head towards my room. The room is completely dark, I honestly can't see anything. I turn on my light and get out a set of clothes. I dress and lie on my bed for a while, I check my phone. A few missed calls and messages are from Wendy, Cartman and Kenny. I never talk to Wendy? I mean she's a decent friend but I never talk to to her. I lightly tap the screen and lay the phone next to my ear. "Hello?" A light voice answers. "Wendy? It's me Kyle. Just returning your call." I claim. "Oh right. Um well it was about Stan, but me and Cartman worked it out. Oh and I hope your all right. Cartman told me, hope you don't mind about that though." She babbles. "No it's okay. I know you and Eric get on, oh and I hope you're alright. Y'know about Stan hitting you and all." I say now putting the phone on my ear. "Yeh, the whereabouts of him are unknown. Hopefully he's just unknown forever now." She sighs. "Hey Wendy." I replied. "Yeh?" She cracks through the phone. "It's gonna be okay." I smile. "Thanks Kyle. Hey look I gotta go, Bebe having a mental breakdown. She kinda fucked Clyde and she wasn't exactly safe." She says distantly. "Um, okay. Well see around Wendy." I mutter. The call disconnects and I look at my messages. Ones from Kenny and the other is from Cartman. I check Kenny's first. 'I got ins with Butters! Who knew he scored for the other team ;)' I smirk at Kenny's text for a little, it got me thinking about Cartman again. At this point and time, I was 99% sure I liked Cartman. I mean I never liked any of the girls, but then again, I'd never think to like guys. Maybe I was like bi or something? And last night i told Stan I liked him, so I guess I do like Eric. I exit Kenny's text and tap on Cartman's. First it was a whole bunch of missed calls, then I guess he gave up and just decided to text me. It read 'Meet Starky's at 3:30.' I check the above streak of my phone, it's 12:30. I have ages. I text Cartman back to confirm, click off my phone and lay it on my bedside table. I shut my eyes and get comfortable in my bed, a quick sleep wouldn't hurt. CARTMANS POV I just left him, I'm such a dick. I always was. I sat on my bed scrolling through Facebook, I was tagged in all these fucked up statuses, a lot of them were of Bebe's and Red's. It surprised me how close I got to most of the girls, especially Wendy. I used to hate her, now, she's one of the people I can talk to. After last night I wanted to tell Kyle, tell him I had feelings. But who am I kidding why would the Jew want to take a chance with me. I sometimes thought he'd just open up and run away with me, faggy I know. But it's one of the stages of being the cooped up kid I am. I check the time, 1:30. Great two more hours, I decided to meet up with him, to check his injuries. Who am I kidding I met up with him to tell him, it's honestly nerve racking. Telling someone you like, that you like them. That you care for them and wanna hold them when there down. I sigh, click off my phone and jump off my bed. Downstairs is completely silent, I jump down the stairs childishly. Sit on the couch and turn on the television, I flick through channels. I stop to see a new episode of Terrence and Phillip, I haven't watch this in fucking years. I press on the information button on the television, I read when it starts and finishes. It finishes at 3, perfect this'll waste time. I throw the remote to my side and slouch down into the couch, I watch both of the Canadians fart on random shit. "Watch this Terrence!" The blonde says in amusement. He waddles over to a snowman and jumps up to throw a fluent fart on it. The snowman begins to sag it entities, the carrot nose falls off and is picked up and placed bellow his stomach by Terrence. "HAHAHAHAHA." They both cackle. I shut my eyes and listen to the Canadians boric laughter, it becomes slower and lighter in hearing. I begin to hear my own breathe, the small take outs and ins. Everything is black, I lay my head back and fold my hands over my legs which are curled up into crossed legged position. After a few minutes I doze off and fall asleep. "Eric, Poopsikins?" I faintly hear. "Eh." I groan. "Oh there you are sweet pea. Look mummies going to work okay. I left a twenty on the table for pizza, alright bye bye Eric." She kisses my forehead and presumes to leave. "Bye." I say stretching my body. The door clicks and the television is at the credits of Terrence and Phillip. I check my phone, 3:01. I get up and stretch some more, my legs have got pins and needles, I jump up the stairs quickly. I open up my bedroom door and change clothes, I was still wearing what I wore to the party. I grab out some blacky grey faded jeans and a black shirt that has cursive crude language. It read 'Fuck the world.' I remember buying this shirt with Kenny, we bought matching ones, well I bought matching ones. I slid it on and brush my hair. You really don't expect a guy to brush there hair, but you'd be surprised how many do. I look at my blue and yellow beanie, I'd usually wear it. But I didn't exactly feel like it. I grab my phone and slide it in my back pocket, I walk down the stairs, grab the money on the table and get my keys. I walk outside and the cold air blows against my face. I start to walk to Starks Pond. KYLES POV "Kahl." Eric says softly. "Yeh fatass." I answer. "I just want you to know that, when were done with grade 12. I don't wanna see your Jew face." He taunts. "Like I wanna even see the jelly roll." I bicker. We sit in clean cut green grass, a clear blue river in front of us. I look over at Eric. He's not wearing his beanie, his adorable brown locks cover his forehead and small bits are managed over his eyes. But he doesn't care, he looks at me dead in the eye. His eyes dreamingly brown, I look back down to my hands. "Kahl." He says in the adoring accent. "What." I pout. "I didn't mean it." He says grabbing my hand. " I never meant a single word." He smiles. My face is directed to him now, our hands and intertwined with one another. I smirk down to the ground, his other free hand holds my chin. He leans forward and smacks his lips against mine, he overpowers me and lays me down in the grass. Our lips still together and our hands still intertwined. He finally pulls away, his smirk is unbearably sexy. "And I wouldn't be able to live without a jelly roll by my side." I wink. I open my eyes, it was a dream. A weird fucking dream I'll put it at that. I sit up and check my phone, 3:15. Fuck I got fifteen minutes to get to the pond. I rethink the entire dream over and over, a small amount of girly giggles at the actions and sayings. Jelly roll is a perfect description for Cartman. Even if he wasn't that fat anymore, he still had chubby baby checks. I grab my phone and hop down the stairs, Ike's sitting on the couch. Mum and dad still aren't home, I grab some change out of the swear jar. Most of the money is Ike's, he is always swearing around mum, that's why it's here. "Hey! I'm working that back you know." He groans. "Yeh, but the thing is you should be working on not swearing." I smile. "Shutup Kyle." He says sticking out his tongue. "I'm gonna be out for a bit. See ya Ike." I acknowledge. "Bye Ky." He grins. I smirk, I close up the jar and stuff the money in my pocket. Grab my keys and open the door. The nickname Ky stuck with Ike for a while, now it's just a regular thing. I close the door behind me and head towards Starks Pond. Not a lot of cars are out today, it's pretty cold too. Every single cloud is grayish black, not a hint of blue nor white is in the sky. Heck the only white is the stupid fucking snow. I get to Starky's and Cartman's already sitting on a bench facing the river, he's got rocks in his hand and he's skidding them on the half ice pond. His hand is positioned on his chin, the other skidding the pebbles. I walk up silently behind him, position my arms upright and close them up on his face. "Guess who!" I say in a different tone. "Is it a Jew." He laughs. "Yeh, but he's your favorited Jew." I smirk. "Afternoon Kahl." He says removing my hands. "Hey." I answer sitting next to him. We sit inches away from each other due to the fucking cold I finger myself sliding right next to him. "Pretty close there." He says looking down at me. "Pretty fucking cold too." I mutter. "So whatcha call me here for?" I question. "Just, y'know, seeing if your okay. About everything, including Stan." He says. I feel the vibrations in his voice. I'm lying right on his shoulder, I'm not kidding. Being close to the river made it colder. I comfort my legs above off the ground and wriggle them close to my thighs, I lean on Eric. "I'm fine. I guess, I just. Never thought of him doing something like that." I croak. "Like what?" He says looking out at the river. "Well for starters, he..." I trail off. I look up at Cartman, his gaze meets mine. He smiles in reassurance. "He tried to, y'know. Fuck me? Per say." I say still staring at him. His smile fades, his gaze of reassurance turns into pouts of anger and frustration. He looks back out at the river, I look down at the snow. Both of my hands between my legs, his hands in his pockets. "Fuck." I hear him sigh. "Hey Eric." I say. "Yeh." He answers. "I'm sorry. For y'know, telling you to fuck off and stuff. I was just, confused." "It's okay." He concludes. We sit in silence for a while, I feel the wind picking up and the air getting colder. "It's way to cold for this fucking shit." I bicker. "Um, Kahl." He starts. "Yeh Eric." I answer. A small awkward silence caught me thinking, Eric. It's such a nice name, I don't know why we call him Cartman. Eric is so much more nicer, sure it wouldn't suit him. But the sound of the syllables is catchy and fluent. "D-do you wanna sleep at mine? We have the house to ourselves. We could order pizza and have a movie night." He says picking up pace with every word. "I guess. My parent aren't home." I say shifting closer towards him. "Kewl." He agreed. We sat at the park a little longer, soon it's starts to snow. Small flakes fall on the top of Eric's head, after a small bit they defrost and parts of his hair are wet. I reach up my arm and flick them off, whilst doing so I smile. I look at him, he's smirking like people do when they look at the person they love. Smirking at there small entrails, I nudge back down and lay on his side. He removed his left hand from his pocket and places it along my back. His touch gives me goosebumps, or it might just be the cold. "C'mon. It's probably gonna rain in a bit." He says patting my back to move. We walk together in the snow, a little bit of rain does start to pitter on my face. I wipe it off and quicker my pace, as does Eric. We get to his house and he unlocks the door, his house is warmer. Like a lot warmer. "Jesus Christ it's Australia in here." I say taking off my ushanka. "Yeh, we installed a heater. I'll turn it down." He says taking my ushanka and hanging it on the coat rack. He heads towards the lounge room, I follow. He turns down the heater and slides into the couch, the remote shifting under his thighs. I grab it and jump on the couch and turn it on and flick through channels, and nothing but ads or dumb shows are on. It catches my eye to stop to a show, not any other show but Family Guy. I hold the remote for a second, then I place it on my leg. "Really Kyle?!" He glances at me. "Yeh, remember when we went to feud with his show." I laugh. "Old times." He smirks. "You wanna order the pizza?" I say checking my phone. "Yeh, I guess. Whatcha want?" He questions getting up. "Hawaiian bitch." I wink. "I'm not your bitch, for further notice. Your more of the bitch than I am." He argues. "Examples?" I taunt. "Well at Starky's, your gaybo influences were: One, laying on me like a pillow. Two, brushing off the snowflakes like a child. And last but not least three, surprising me with the old 'guess who' game." He lists. "Well I guess I am the bitch then." I say following him into the kitchen. He grabs the home phone, oh fuck. I have to tell Ike I'm staying here. I grab out my phone and start texting my brother, he acknowledges my text and affirms the conclusion of me staying at Eric's. I jump up on the kitchen bench and swing my legs childlike, a few of my swings hit Cartman. He scolds me whilst on the phone, I manage to get one of his legs in-between mine. I pull him closer until he's in the middle of my thighs, he's still on the phone ordering the pizza. I bit my lip seductively. Wait? What! Am I? Seducing Eric? Eh what the heck, may as well. I mean I guess I'm %100 sure that I like him. Yeh, %100 positive of being gay and liking Eric Theodore Cartman. "Yes delivery please." He says smirking at me. "Yeh deliver that pizza!" I fist pump. "Shutup Jew." He picks whilst nodding his head. I kick him away gently and hop off the bench, I walk towards the fridge. Grab a bottle of water and head back into the lounge room and sit on the love seated middle chair, I hear Eric's voice faintly saying goodbye to the delivery guy. I flick back through the channels sipping my water. I'm not mad at Eric, I'm just in fact one may say 'teasing' him.