I continued to walk along his side taking a few chances to glance at him. We exchange a few awkward glares as we walk. His expression never leaving its serious mode. Nowadays, he rarely wore his signature blue hat, which, to me, seemed like a good thing. His brown hair looked better, but, it still looked cute when it was ruffed. And, at this moment, all I want to do is run my hand through his silky hair, messing it up again.

I stuff my hands even deeper in my pockets to resist any urges to do so.

"So…" I begin.

He stays silent.

"You're…not lonely?" I hesitate before asking.

He shoots my a hateful glare that burns through my very being as he turns around to face me, "No Kahl! Would you just shut your stupid Jew mouth and stop bringing the question up!?"

I shrink a little as he stands over me. He's about two feet taller than me and I hate it. He always uses that to his advantage point.

I put my hands up in the air in defense as I try to reason with him, "Alright, alright, fine, sorry for asking."

It takes me a while to realize that he's still glaring. Not in the hateful way, but in a lost way, as if he was in some sort of trance.

"Uh…C-Cartman…" my face feels hot and it gets harder for me to breath. My heart won't stop pounding, and neither will my head as he leans in closer, his mouth just inches away from mine.

I have no way to comprehend what's happening, but before our lips can reach contact and contrast, his eyes widen. He blushes as he looks away, embarrassed.

"Uh…what was that for?..." I ask, hiding my disappointment with questioning eyes that search his being for answers, like a tiger searches for its prey.

He looks at me, eyes still wide with shock from his own actions. He bites his bottom lip, unable to produce an answer as he looks away, eyes darting to the floor below him in record time speed as his blush deepens into a crimson red. As does mine.

"I uh…" for a slit second his eyes dart to me, then back to the floor as he stutters a response, almost like Tweek would, except without his random spasms in between almost each word, "I-It was n-nothing…just…nothing." He turns, ready to start speed walking, then running, then dashing home, just to leave me behind with a bitter ememory with no answer as to why in occurred in the first place.

But he sighs, and turns around, already knowing the consiquences and drama he would have to face if he pushed it aside. He shoves his hands in his pockets, as he looks to the side and faces my direction.

"Your eyes…" he slightly mutters.

"M-My what?..." My eyes? W-What's wrong with them? I glare at him, his eyes still every which way except the one place I want them to be, on me.

"You're eyes, Kyle." He says it more clearly…and…did he just get my name right?...

"W-What about them?..." I respond with another question, much to his distaste.

"They just look…different…" my face flashes with hurt and he notices, he instantly speaks again, "I mean, not in a bad way different…in a good way. Different from everybody else's…unique." I try to hide my smile the way Craig does, but I know I'm quickly failing.

He smiles slightly too, but manages to cover it up better than I ever could, "It's just that….I've…never really seen anything like them…th-they're like two colors at once…yellow and green combined just looks amazing…"

My eyes – the ones that he finds himself talking about – gleam with sudden amusement. Does he really think those things about me…?

I suddenly become filled with rage. No he doesn't! T-this is probably just another one of his stupid little schemes to –

I'm cut short from my thought as he leans in again, lightly taking my face in his gloved hand, pulling my face in a bit closer. He looks directly into my eyes, observing every inch of them.

He surveys the faded yellow rims that surround the clear green surface of my pupils. He looks at the pure look of shock on my face, giving him the impression that I don't feel comfortable being this close to him, and truth be told, I'm not.

Sure, I know I have a crush on him, but I also know what a monster he is. He's a racist, insensitive psychopath that will one day end up in the mother lode of all problems one of these days.

So, no, I don't feel safe lending my heart to him. Not the slightest bit. Because I know, that no matter what, he'll find a way to break it. Just like he's always done…

He pulls away from my face, smiling, but not blushing. And this time, it's a genuine smile, not just a smirk, or a sneer, or anything related to that, it's an actual, caring smile. One that I haven't seen in the longest of times.

He continues to walk, motioning for me to follow him. I gladly do so. I still wonder what that whole eyes concept was about, but, it doesn't matter right now.

After that we move on to less serious topics, like the new Terrence and Phillip movie that's coming out soon, and about the latest news about celebrities, and new songs. We laugh, and chat, and for the first time in like what seems like forever, we don't argue. He doesn't call me 'Jew Boy', and I don't call him a fatass.

We just chat.

We continue to talk with one another, and for one brief amazing moment, I'm truly happy alongside Cartman, and feel safe, and protected with him.

Then, it all ceases when we reach his home. We look at each other, our expressions identical, disappointment.

"Well, see you later Eric." I smile, before noticing the shocked look on his face. I then realized what I had did. I had just called him Eric…I've never done that before! I usually just call his Cartman, or Fatass…

What the hell is going on with me today?!

Before I could speak, he responds, smiling, "See you later, Kyle."

My grin is restored as I wave goodbye to him, and walk off back to my house…

A/N: I'm so sorry I couldn't update this sooner, but, when that huge storm Sandy came, I had no electricity for a whole week! I just got it back this Monday! So, I hope this didn't suck too much. I'll try to update more often now, and with longer chapters too. Just to make up for lost time. So, I hope you liked this chapter! ^^