A/N: The end is almost here, folks. Only one more chapter after this one, I think. I may write a sequel, but I haven't decided yet. I'm sure I could think up ideas for one, but I just don't know yet. Oh well. Thank you for reading. The next chapter is the epilogue. I hope you've enjoyed.

Warnings: The usual.

Disclaimer: I do not own South Park.

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xEmerald Isle: Ah, I'm glad you enjoyed it. 'Weak' may just be one of my favorite chapters. And I'm glad you're excited.

Kyle's eyes were slightly wide as he looked at Cartman. He was looking at the boy as if he had never seen him before. It was beginning to make Eric uncomfortable; he was going to tell Kyle to stop it, but the boy spoke before he could even get a word in.

"No, Cartman! Let me speak!" He seemed unsure of himself, which was rare for the Jewish boy. "Okay? Alright? Please? Just for once in your life, will you please just let me talk? Just listen, alright?"

Eric crossed his arms over his chest. He was sure that Kyle still hadn't noticed the other two boys in the house, but there was no way that they couldn't hear the redhead. They were probably listening to every word that the boy was saying.

Eric was right, of course. Butters was watching the scene unfold with his mouth open while Kenny was just glaring at the oblivious redhead; Kenny knew that it was time-Kyle had finally realized how he really felt about their group's sociopath. He would think that it was funny that it had taken him years to figure it out if he himself wasn't in love with the boy.

Eric narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Alright, Jew. I'm listening."

Kyle had forgotten his jacket by the looks of it, but he didn't make a move to come in out of the cold. Eric didn't know if the boy was afraid of making him so mad with whatever he was saying that he'd get punched, or if he just hadn't thought about coming in out of the cold, but the look on Kyle's face was telling him that it was probably the second one.

"On the way up here, I was furious with you, alright? I mean, you let me do...well, you know what I did, and you let me do it after you had sex with Kenny!" Eric tried to focus on what Kyle was saying and not on the fact that Butters had probably heard the fact that he slept with Kenny. He considered telling the boy that he hadn't actually seen them having sex so he didn't really have any proof, but Kyle didn't look like he would let him get a word in, so he didn't even bother trying. "But on the way up here, I started to think, okay? And, well...I learned something today."

'Here it comes. Here comes Kyle's gay ass "I learned something today" speech.'

"Don't roll your eyes at me, fat boy!" Eric had, in fact, rolled his chestnut colored eyes at the boy. He couldn't help it. "You see...I...I...I..." Kyle took a deep breath. Eric knew whatever the boy was trying to say was hard for him. He couldn't wait to rip on him for it later. "I..I love you, Cartman. I think...I think I'm gay for you."

Cartman's eyes widened this time and Kyle waited for a few seconds for what he was saying to register in his friend's mind. His cheeks were tinted with a light red color that only seemed to deepen once he continued.

"I-I mean it. I-I'm totally gay for you, dude. Seriously. I mean...I think it's you. Maybe I'm just a fag and you're the first guy that I like..Anyway, that's not the point!" He took a deep breath. Kyle's body was shaking like Butters' had been earlier and his green eyes were watering. Kyle Broflovski was trying hard to cry. "The point is...I love you, Cartman. I don't know why I do, but I just do!"

Kyle looked down at the ground, his eyes focusing on his shoes. What would Cartman do now? Would he laugh at him? Would he be mad? Would Kyle get punched in the face? None of the options would surprise him. He had just told a fucking sociopath that he loved him. What did he expect? Hugs and kisses?

Eric was letting what he had just learned sink in. Kyle had a crush on him? Kenny had a crush on him? Butters had a crush on him?..Well, that one wasn't as surprising. Still though, an idea was beginning to form in the brunette's head.

"..Well, well, well. Come in, Kahl."

Kyle shuffled in, not looking up from his feet. Something in Cartman's voice seemed smug. If Kyle had looked up, he was sure that he would see a smirk on the brunette's face. Kyle tried to assume himself that if Cartman was letting him in his house it was a good sign, but he kept wondering if the boy was going to tie him up and throw him into the hole in his basement. (1)

Finally though, Kyle looked up, his eyes landing on Kenny and Butters who were still on the couch. Butters was nibbling on his lip, looking a weird mixture of sad and worried, while Kenny was looking irritated. Kyle turned his head so he was glaring at Eric, upset at having been overheard.

And then it hit him.

The bet had blown up in all three of their faces.

Kyle looked away from Eric. His eyes were watering again and he didn't want to look at the boy. Instead, he took another breath and moved to sit by the blonde's on the couch.

"This is so messed up, man."

Eric didn't move to sit by them. There probably wasn't enough room for all four of the boys on the couch anyway, since Eric was larger than all three of them.

"What's messed up, Kahl?" Eric's voice was still smug. Had one of the boys beside Kyle told him that they were all trying to win him over? Or was it because Kyle had just embarrassed himself? "That all three of you want my smoking hot body?" So one of them had told. Kyle shot them both dirty looks. "Now, now, Kahl. Don't get mad at them. It's not their fault I'm irresistible."

Kyle stopped glaring at his friends, a sigh escaping his lips. He looked down at his lap, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone.

"Anyway, I have a proposal for you three." Eric paused, not continuing until all three of the boys looked up at him. "I don't want to go out with you guys." In truth, the boy couldn't chose. A year ago he would have chosen Kyle. Now though, he didn't know who he wanted. His best friend? The boy he protected? Or the boy he had had a crush on for years? "You guys might kill each other over me. We couldn't have that now, now can we?" He was looking at Kenny at this part, causing the blond boy to roll his blue eyes. "Anyway, I won't pick between you three fags. Instead..." He straited his shoulders. "Instead of dating one of you, I'll full around with all three of you. We're not going to act like pussies and date, but what do you guys say? Hm? All three of you, or none of you."

For the third time that day, the room was silent.

A/N: Ah, the next chapter is the last one. I thank all of you for reading this far. I'm really tired, so there was probably mistakes everywhere in this chapter. Oh well. I'll probably fix them later. I hope you enjoyed and that you'll reveiew~

(1) You know, the hole that he throws his doll in. He plays "Lambs" in it? It's in the episode where Bebe gets boobs? Eh, you all know what I'm talking about.

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Angelic Guardian: Yep. You guessed this ending in their review for chapter nine. I was seriously like this "O_O" when I read it. I had already planned on ending it this way then, which is why I didn't say much to it. You're brilliant really. o.o Seriously. I started to spazz out because I was afraid that everyone would figure it out after that. My friend had to calm me down. Anyway, you're excellent. Thank you for the review.

Ah, thank all of you for the reviews.