A/N: I wasn't sure if I was going to continue this or not, but luckily I got some inspiration and ended up writing this pretty quickly (when I finally started it again, that is). Anyway, thanks for the reviews for the first chapter. That also made me want to continue. I don't know if I will add more to this later. I guess it's up to you, the reader, to decide if this is the ending or not. Now, onward to the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own South Park. I don't have to tell you guys twice.

On a side note, tomorrow is my birthday! Yay!

Two days later...

Kyle dreaded this day. Today was the day he had to go back to Cartman's house for tutoring. It might not have been that bad, if not for what happened the last time he was there. He saw a different side of Cartman...a side that scared the fuck out of him when he thought about it.

Feeling uncomfortable and cold from the mountain air, Kyle pressed the doorbell of Cartman's house. He didn't hear any yelling by Cartman before he answered the door like last time, just quiet footsteps as Cartman walked over to the door and opened it.

"Hey, Jew..." The two gave each other little eye contact as Cartman stepped away from the doorway entrance to let Kyle in.

"Uh, hey, Cartman." Kyle cautiously entered Cartman's house, continuing to avoid eye contact with his fat friend.

Some things are best swept under the rug...

"So, are you ready to start?" Kyle asked, clutching his school books and sifting through the pages absent-mindedly.

"I guess so. We can stay here in the living room today. My mom's not here, so no one will bother us."

"Oh...okay, cool. "

The two went over to the couch and sat down. The television was turned on, like always. Kyle sighed; they were never going to get any work done. Cartman would be watching that damned TV the whole time. Kyle noticed as Cartman retrieved the remote from the couch cushion. Surprisingly, Cartman turned the TV off.

"Wow, Cartman, you're actually gonna not watch TV for once?"

Cartman scoffed. He didn't like Kyle to approve of the things he did. It made him feel...good inside, which pissed him off because he couldn't explain why. Just about everything was confusing him lately, and that fact really would make him angry when he thought about it. In fact, a lot of people had noticed his recent and frequent outbursts, but they didn't say anything because they really didn't want to bother with him.

"Fuck you, Kyle. Just hurry up and give me my work, so you can leave."

"Okay, okay, Cartman, calm down. What the hell is up with you?"

"Nothing, Jew. It's none of your damn business what goes on with me, anyway."

Kyle glared at Cartman, though there was a glint of concern in his eyes. "Sorry I asked."

"You should be."

In reality, Cartman was the one who was sorry. He was sorry he had to keep covering up everything. On the other hand, Kyle was really starting to piss him off, so he wasn't sorry. Kyle was the center of his frustration. It was because of him that he felt this way in the first place. One minute he would despise Kyle with every ounce of his being, and the next, well...

Kyle looked intently at Cartman, who looked like he was trying to figure something out. Kyle had no idea what had been going on with Cartman lately. Ever since that day Kyle came over, Cartman had been acting strange. After what happened, Kyle figured it would be better for the both of them if they didn't talk about it. After all, some things are best swept under the rug. This definitely had to be one of those things.

Cartman didn't like the way things were after everything happened. The next day, Kyle was his usual self, acting like everything was the same, even though it wasn't. Cartman was really prepared to be different to Kyle that day, to be nicer, but Kyle's indifference pushed Cartman over the edge. But then again, why would things be any different? It was just one momentary lapse of judgement Cartman had that day, one little, insignificant mistake that should be forgotten.

That's right, forgotten...

Kyle noticed the awkward silence that had developed. "Uh, anyway, I guess we should get started."

"Whatever."

"What do you want to do first--uh, bad question. I guess we can work on algebra. That seems to be a weak area for you."

Cartman rolled his eyes. "Algebra sucks."

"Yeah, well, I can help you with it."

"I already told you, I don't need your stupid help."

"And I already told you, you do. People do need help sometimes, Cartman. There's no need to be ashamed of it."

"I'm not ashamed of anything! And you can't help me!"

"Yes, I can, Cartman! That's why I'm here."

"Whatever," Cartman replied once again, giving a silent sigh that only he could hear. He knew Kyle would never be able to help him, not in the way he needed it most.

Kyle frowned and reached over to open the algebra book he'd brought. In doing so, he accidently tipped a glass that had been sitting on the table. On reflex, the two instantaneously reached for the glass, their hands lying on each other's. They kept that position for maybe a second longer than they should have, then released their hands from the other's touch.

God, why did that feel so right?!

"Sorry..." they both sheepishly replied. Kyle opened the book and gave Cartman some problems to do from the most recent lesson his class had been working on. Cartman did the problems half-assed and then gave them to Kyle to check. Examining the problems, Kyle noticed that Cartman had gotten every problem wrong. It didn't even look like he'd tried to do them, either.

"Yeah, I know, they're wrong." Kyle looked up from the paper. "We went over that shit today, but I didn't really get it, so I just stopped listening."

Kyle pursed his lips. "You shouldn't just not listen in class, Cartman. You'll never learn how to do anything."

Cartman shrugged and gave a look that said he didn't care in the least bit. "I wouldn't know how to do it even if I had been listening. I already told you, algebra sucks ass. I can't figure it out, and I don't really care if I do or not."

"Yes, you do, and you can figure it out. You just need someone to explain it to you a little better, which is what I can do. The school didn't hire me for nothing."

Sometimes Cartman wished he could be as smart as Kyle, but he knew he never would be. "Fine, explain it to me, because I don't fucking get it."

Kyle was glad that Cartman had accepted his help. He was starting to get the feeling that maybe Cartman wasn't quite the asshole he made himself out to be. It seemed that there was more to Eric Cartman than met the eye, but he was hiding it. Kyle shook his head and proceeded to explain the entire lesson to Cartman, who, for once, was actually listening. Kyle gave Cartman a practice problem to do. Cartman tried the problem and then gave it back to Kyle to check. After looking it over, Kyle grinned.

"You got it right."

Cartman looked a little surprised. "I did? Sweet." He tried to act indifferent, but really he was pretty happy that he actually knew how to do something he figured only the smart kids knew how to do. He hid a smile.

"Good job, Cartman."

Cartman's eyes widened when he felt Kyle embrace him in a hug. His touch was warm and comforting, and it made Cartman feel good inside. Really good. He didn't want to let go, but he knew he had to, or else Kyle might figure out what Cartman was just starting to figure out for himself...

Kyle didn't know why he had hugged Cartman. He was proud of him for accomplishing something, and he wanted to show it somehow. Maybe a hug wasn't the best idea; this was Cartman, after all; but he didn't know what else to do. It wasn't all that bad, though. It was actually...kinda nice hugging Cartman. It was almost as if he felt the softer side of Cartman's persona show through in the way he hugged. He actually did like that side of Cartman, he admitted to himself.

This was getting confusing, Kyle thought. He actually...liked Cartman, even if it was just one part of him? Kyle smiled; he never thought he'd see the day. His mind getting out of its trance, he realized that the two of them were still hugging. The two were silent as they broke away.

Some things are best swept under the rug...

"Cartman, I have to ask you something."

Cartman was uncharacteristically quiet. "What..." he added, "Jew?"

Kyle looked at the floor; it was too uncomfortable to keep eye contact at the moment. "Uh...the other day...why did you...kiss me?"

Cartman sighed. He should've known he couldn't have avoided this forever. As much as he'd thought about it, though, he didn't have a concrete answer. "I don't know." He paused for a moment, trying to come up with something to say. "I just...had this urge, and I couldn't stop myself."

"But why?"

Cartman shut his eyes and wrinkled his brow in frustration. "I don't know, Kyle. Maybe if I did, things wouldn't be so damn confusing."

"Oh." Kyle looked up at Cartman, his eyes pleading for an explanation. Not finding any, he gave up and returned his gaze to the floor.

"It's just that..." Cartman's words broke the silence. Kyle looked back up again. "...God dammit, Kyle, I want to hate you so damn much, and for a while, I thought I did. I mean, you're a stupid, know-it-all Jew, and you piss me off. But sometimes, when I look at you, I don't feel that way at all...and it scares me a little. It freaks me out to think that maybe I don't hate you at all, that maybe I actually have other feelings for you."

It took Kyle a minute to digest Cartman's words. He remained silent for a moment, contemplating. Did Cartman really feel...that way...about him? He didn't think Cartman could feel human emotion for anyone! Maybe there really was more to Eric Cartman than met the eye. Kyle knew now that he didn't want to stop until he found out.

"Cartman..." Kyle muttered softly. He didn't know what to say. Everything was...unreal. He paused, then he found himself kissing his mortal enemy for the second time that week.

The two stayed there for what seemed like an eternity, melting in each other's sweet embrace. Everything was still so very, very confusing, but they were willing to figure it out. Together, they could figure it all out.

A while later, they broke away from each other. "Oh, shit, I gotta go," Kyle realized suddenly. "My mom's gonna kill me." He paused. "But I'll be back, same time, same place."

"Sweet," Cartman replied. "See you later, Jew. Thanks for your help."

Kyle grinned. "Any time, Cartman."

Kyle got his things and left Cartman's house, wondering how his friends would react if they found out about this. He guessed his "tutoring sessions" with Cartman would have to be their little secret for now....