The next morning, my eyes slowly open and I'm met with Cartman's slowly heaving chest, my head having been buried into it. I slowly look up and see his eyes still shut, breathing softly onto my face, tickling me.

I glance down at my watch and see that it's only seven in the morning. I smile at the thought of staying here for hours and hours with Cartman. No school to go to.

I sigh in contentment and rest my head on Cartman's shoulder, breathing peacefully. I listen to the soft sounds of his breaths, feeling relaxed and happy. It isn't much long later until Cartman finally opens his eyes and lets out a yawn.

I smile up at him and kiss his cheek. "Morning."

He grins down at me, looking slightly dazed as if he'd forgotten I'm here. "Morning, Jew."

He pulls me up to him, our faces closer than before. My heart speeds up and I feel my face beginning to grow hotter.

"Uhhh… I…. uhh… h-how was your sleep?" I stammer, trying to control my breathing.

I'm still not used to being this close to him. It's making me dizzy. His eyes… They're so… I don't even know how to describe them. Mysterious, vibrant. He never seems to look away from my own eyes.

"My sleep was awesome," he replies, grinning. "Yours?"

I hate the way he's able to control himself. He doesn't stammer or blush or anything. He has so much self-control that I'm almost jealous. Almost.

"G-good," I answer quietly, mentally cursing myself for stammering again. "You?"

He cocks an eyebrow. "You already asked me." He smirks. "Remember?"

"Yeah. Right." I mumble, blushing deeper.

He chuckles. "You need to get your ass back to school, Jew. You're losing your smarts."

He winks and I smile.

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We end up lying in bed in the same position for the next two hours, talking about nothing of importance, just everyday topics. There are plenty of silences too, but they're not awkward, and so I don't mind them.

At about ten, the pair of us get a whiff of the lovely smell of my mom cooking breakfast from downstairs. The delightful scent fills our nostrils and I feel my mouth begins to water. I hear Cartman's stomach rumble and mine follows suit. We grin at each other.

"Want to go down to eat?"

He nods and releases his hold on me. We scramble out of bed and I begin to change into my clothes. Cartman is already in his clothes since he had no pyjamas. As I begin getting changed into my clothes, I feel Cartman's eyes on me, watching carefully, and I blush again. I look away quickly before he sees.

As I'm pulling my jeans on over my boxers, I suddenly think of something, which I need to know the answer to.

"Eric?"

I turn to face him, suddenly not caring if he sees my reddened cheeks, and see his eyes still on me.

"Yeah?" he answers.

"Umm… I was just wondering…" I look at the floor in embarrassment, afraid to ask for no apparent reason. "Are… are we… does this mean we're now… officially together?" I blush again and face the opposite way, embarrassed.

I suddenly feel two arms around me, wrapping around my stomach, and Cartman's head appears above my left shoulder, sending a delightful warmth throughout my body.

"Of course it does," he whispers softly in my ear. "We're together now, Kahl."

A large smile lights up my face and I replay those words over and over again in my head. I honestly couldn't be happier right now.

I may have lost my best friends but Cartman is finally mine. After such a long time of waiting and hoping and dreaming, he is finally mine at last. I just hope it never ends.

I love him so much. I just need him to know.

"Can we go down now?" he asks softly, clearly hungry.

I grin and nod. "Of course. Let's go."

After a warm breakfast, Cartman and I decide to head out, to hang out for the day. My mom is delighted as I haven't left the house in about three weeks.

I'm kind of nervous, to be honest. I haven't been out in fresh air for what seems like an eternity, when, in reality, it's only been a couple of weeks. There's no reason to be nervous and so I pull on my jacket and hat and exit the house.

I feel a cold breeze whip against my face as I step outside, sending a shiver down my back. Goosebumps appear on my arms and I wrap my jacket tighter around me.

"Wow, it's fucking freezing," I say, starting to shiver.

Cartman scoffs. "This is how it usually is, Kahl. Remember?"

I shake my head.

"Well if you hadn't stayed inside for so long, you'd remember," he replies, smirking. "Now come on, let's walk."

The streets are empty, almost, as we walk and I quite enjoy the peace, except for the sound of the wind whipping roughly against my face. It's quite irritating. I much prefer the warm shelter of my bedroom.

"Hey, what about here?" Cartman asks, stopping in his tracks.

I look up and see him pointing at a small restaurant with some signs in the window stating what they serve for breakfast.

"That seems fine," I reply, nodding quickly.

To be honest, I couldn't care less where we go. I just want to get out of the cold.

We head inside the building and a feeling of warmth washes over me as I step inside, to my instant relief. We take a seat at a small table in the corner, undisturbed by the other customers, who are muttering loudly to themselves. We pick up the menus and scan down through them silently.

"I think I'll have a fry," Cartman finally pipes up. He drops his menu to look at me. "You?"

"I think I'll just have cereal and toast," I answer, smiling at the odd look he gives me. "I'm not that hungry."

He leans back in his seat and shrugs. "Suit yourself."

It isn't much longer until we are finally greeted by a waitress.

"Hello, sirs. What can I get for you this morning?"

"I'll have the chef's special," Cartman says, barely noticing the waitress shooting him a flirtatious smile, sending a surge of jealousy through me.

"Yes, sir. And your friend?" she asks, glancing at me.

"Boyfriend," Cartman corrects her, causing an instant look of surprise to appear on the waitress's face.

"Oh! You two are…" She trails off, a look of disgust briefly flashing across her face before she forces a smile. "Well, what can I get you?" she asks me, her kind tone of voice forced.

"I'll just have a bowl of Cornflakes and two slices of toast, please," I reply, remaining polite despite already disliking her.

She scribbles down the order and walks away without another word. I give Cartman an incredulous look, which he seems puzzled about.

"Did you see that?" I ask in horror. "She gave you the most flirtatious grin and then when she found out we were together, she looked at us in disgust, as if we were vermin!" I pause to shake my head in disbelief. "Didn't you notice?"

"No, I was barely looking at her. Fucking homophobic bitch," he snarls, glaring down at the table angrily. "If I had of seen, I would have kicked her ass!"

I sigh. "Look, let's just forget about it, okay? Don't let her ruin our morning."

He also exhales a sigh before looking up and meeting my eyes, his glare slowly fading. "I guess you're right, Jew boy."

I smile, feeling an unusual glow of pride within me. It isn't often that Cartman says the words 'you're right' while looking at me. It feels good.

The same waitress gives us our food without a word before quickly leaving again. Cartman gives her the middle finger while her back is turned before shooting a grin at me. I can't help but laugh.

We both wolf down our food, feeling famished. We're done in a matter of minutes and we relax in our seats, not planning on leaving for a while. Cartman appears quite full after his huge breakfast and he shuts his eyes as he leans back in his chair. I take the opportunity to gaze at him without him realising.

His messy brown hair is even messier than it usually is and it makes him look even better looking than normal. His broad chest slowly moves up and down as he breathes softly. His fingers are intertwined as they lay gently on his stomach as he rests. I don't really know why but I have the strange urge to kiss him right now.

Cartman suddenly shoots forward in his chair, his eyes opening, and abruptly fixes me with a curious look, a slight frown on his face, as if he's just thought of something. "So, Kahl, what are you going to do with the art project?" he asks, surprising me with the question.

I shrug. "You can have it back if you want."

At that moment, a look of hurt briefly flashes across Cartman's face before he quickly masks it. I stare at him in confusion.

"You don't want it, do you?" he asks, failing to hide the hint of hurt in his voice.

My eyes widen. "No, Eric, that's not what I meant. I was just asking if you wanted it back because it's yours. But if you don't want it, I'd love to keep it."

His eyes seem to suddenly brighten and he grins. "Keep it. I don't want it."

I smile, happily. "Awesome. I'm gonna hang it on my bedroom wall, where it'll hopefully be one of the first things I see when I wake up every morning."

A look of sheer delight crosses Cartman's face and he smiles proudly. I return a smile of my own, loving the adorable look on his face.

"You have no idea how happy that makes me," he says softly. "You have no idea how happy you make me."

With that, he leans across the table and captures my lips in his, ignoring every single head that turns toward us and stares. In this moment, it is just me and Eric Cartman.

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