Kyle's POV
As I sat near the phone, I stared at it for what seemed like eternity. I had already called Cartman 3 times, receiving no answer. I was waiting for his call, desperately wanting to be held in his arms. Then I realized how I was acting. I was acting like a teenage girl who just got her first boyfriend, and had all these expectations of him. I was expecting Cartman to call me every night, tell me good morning and goodnight everyday, give me a kiss at least twice a day, and hold me close on cold days. I was slowly losing hope, and tears started to well up in my eyes. Just as a single tear fell, the phone rang. I immeadiately picked it up, cheerily answering. But it wasn't what I was expecting. I heard Stan's voice, with Cartman and Kenny in the background. "Um, hey dude. Do you wanna come over? Cartman and Kenny are here..." He said, hoping I was going to head over there. "Stan, please tell Cartman to get his ass on the phone." I said, anger building up inside. I heard the phone being transferred, and heard Cartman answer, "Hello?" I was infuriated! We had this moment in heaven this morning, and he's hanging out at Stan's house! "Cartman, how dare you?! I thought we were together! A couple." I said, hearing Kenny walk up behind Cartman. "I'm sorry Kahl, I just got a little carried away. I didn't mean to kiss you. I'm not gay." He said in a monotone voice. I felt like a needle just stabbed through my heart. "Carried away?! So that's what you call it when hate someone?! Eric I swear. DO NOT TALK TO ME TOMORROW!" I yelled, hanging up the phone. "How could you be so heartless, Eric?" I whispered, my tears overflowing. I swung my hands across my desk, knocking everything off. I picked up my phone, looking at the photo of Cartman and I. I furiously deleted it, smashing my phone on the ground. I flopped in my bed, crying my self to sleep.
***morning***
I woke up, my life dragging on as if yesterday hadn't happened. I walked out of the house, walking to the usual bus stop. My eyes glanced at Cartman, suddenly being hit once more by all the pain of yesterday. I was going to ignore him. As long as it took, I wouldn't respond to a single insult. Not. One. I stood at the bus stop, hearing Stan's footsteps. "Sup, Jew?" He said, almost making me cry again, for he was just acting as if yesterday vanished into nothing. "How's your mom doing? Is she still a bitch?" He said nudging me. As much as I wanted yell and scream at him for calling my mom something so horrible, I kept silent. Like the pain had cut my tongue out. "Earth to Jew, are you there? Kahl?" He said, trying to get my attention. "Hey Stan. I think Kyle's being an ass right now. Any idea why?" He said, making Stan give him an unimpressed look. "Maybe your conversation last night. We all heard it. He had specifically told you not to talk to him today. Maybe an apology may help." He said, not even facing Cartman. "Kahl, I'm really sorry about yesterday. Can we please be friends?" He said, placing a cold, mitten-covered hand on my shoulder. "Eric, nothing you can say will make me forgive you. Nothing." I said, making him flinch. "Kyle, will you please meet me after school. I'll make it up to you." He said, only earning a nod from me.
~~After School~~
As I walked towards our meeting place, I had a bad feeling swirling in my head. I arrived at the lake, seeing Cartman sitting there. "Oh, hey Kahl." He said, turning around to see me. "I'm sorry about what I did to you yesterday. I just want to make it up to you." He said, and I actually saw a sensitive part of him. And this was the part I wanted to see.