Cartman slowly lifted his head.
He couldnt see anything. Only blackness.
He then realized he was on the hard cold floor.
He lifted his head higher and Could feel his lip throbbing,
He touched it and it hurt, He felt his sides and legs hurting too.
He body felt in agony.
He tried lifting himself off the ground and his mucles shoke.
It hurt his arms trying to push himself up.
He tried and fell down, Only makeing his chest hurt worse then it
did managing to breath.
He tried again and his arms felt sour from the strength but he managed.
He sat up on the floor, and noticed he was still in the living room.
He felt his arm that felt brusied and weak, It hurt just to breath.
Then flashbacks came back to him, about Rick, and what happened.
Cartman curled up on the floor putting his hurtting knees to his arms, and put
his hands through his hair. He felt like he was going to cry.
He had no thoughts. Only felt pain.
Long lingering pain on every side of his body that just hurt more when he tried to
move.
His eyes were begining to feel watery, He knew then he couldnt hold back his tears
any longer. He put his hands to his head and Rick's words were echoing in his mind.
"Do you really believe anyone would believe an asshole like you?
And if they did, They wouldnt care. Noone cares about you, your nothing,
you might as well be fucking dead.
Noone cares you fat piece of shit, fat piece of shit, fat piece of shit.."
His mind raced.
"Kahl?" His voice cried quietly in the empty room.
He didnt know why he said it, He knew he wasent there.
But he so badly wished he was.
He held his head in his hands an quietly cried.
He sat there for 5 minneutes then carefully got up on his knees to his feet slowly.
His legs felt so tired, so brused and hurt, It hurt just to touch them, let alone make them walk.
Cartman slowly walked to his couch, His body still acheing and slowly sat down, Everything hurt. Everything.
Cartman had never felt this lonesome in his life, never felt so.. vulnerable, so helpless.
Cartman frow
ned, "He was right. I'm nothing. I'm a fucking pusy. I'm might as well just fucking die."
Cartman's anger didnt last long, He hurt to much to be angry.
He left the Tv on and slowly let himself lay on the couch and shut his eyes.
Everything hurt.. He just wanted to get away from this feeling.
He so despreatly wanted to get away, He decided sleep was the best option..
'sleep, and for a couple more hours, I wont have to feel this anymore.'
"Wake up.. Poopsikins wake up honey"
Cartman opened his eyes with the sun shinning through the window and
his mom looking down at him.
"time to go to School. Um.. Eric, Why did you sleep on the couch?"
Cartman slowly got up, with his arms hurting at every movement.
He rolled his eyes and pushed past his mom going upstairs to get his backpack.
Lifting his knees up the stairs litteraly hurt every step.
'damn it. how long is till this fucking ends?'
Cartman lifted his shirt off and grabbed a brown t-shit off the floor, then looked up and
looked into his mirror.
He saw lip busted open with dry blood scabbed over it,
a bruise on the side of his head, Another bruise next to the huge purple bruise
from the day before yesterday, Two bruises on his left arm, three small ones on his right
and a few on his legs.
Cartman frowned. "Jesus fucking christ" He muttered to himself at his reflection.
He put his hand over the purple bruise, then didnt hurt as much as yesterday but it still stung alittle.
Cartman sighed and put on his brown shirt and new jeans, Which hurt putting them on
beacuse of the marks and went down stairs, luckily it didnt hurt as much going down then up.
"By poopsi!" his mom yelled, Cartman slammed the door and went to his car pressing
the unlock button. He started it and drove towards Kyle's house.
Cartman didnt think he would be this relieved the secound he set his eyes on his boyfriend,
Smiling at him and walking towards the car.
Cartman smiled atomatically,
Cartman noticed Kyle's Grey T-shirt and his Big Curly red hair that fell onto his face,
And the way he walked, carrying two books in his hand.. he couldnt help but think, 'how the fuck did he pick me?'
Kyle opened the front door and slammed it behind him. Cartman started the car and drove onto the road.
The secound Kyle looked at Cartman His face went sour,
"Eric..What happened to your face?"
"Oh this?" Cartman laughed nervously
"I just fell of my bike again." He said starring at the road.
Kyle still sat there speachless.
"You.. You got your lip and uh.. that bruise from falling off your bike? again?"
Cartman so badly wanted to stop the car and tell him everything, and hugg him tightly,
He soo badly wanted him to know what happened, He just.. wanted him to know everything.
But he couldnt. He couldnt let him know. He might as well say,
Rick slapped me a few times and I got a few bruises from it beacuse I am a pussy who cant take a hit.
You might as well break up with me and find some strong muscular guy right now.
"Yeah." Cartman said still staring at the road.
Kyle store at him "how.. What did you do?"
Cartman grunted, He really REALLYY didnt want to be talking about this.
"I Uh, I went off a jump."
Kyle frowed "You said that last time."
"Yeah well I went off another jump."
Kyle was still frowning and looking at him, crossing his arms.
Cartman looked to him, "What?!"
"You expect me to believe that you went off a jump, twice,
And got your lip busted, And a bruise to your head, plus your bruises from yesterday?"
Cartman snorted. "Yeah!"
Kyle raised his eyebrow.
"What?! you dont believe me?!"
Kyle didnt say anything for a few secounds, the said,
"I dont know."
Cartman rolled his eyes, "Kahl, That's really what happened Ok?
I'm not going on my bike anymore, So just drop it."
Silence filled the Car, and Kyle finnaly gave up and looked out the window.
They didnt say a word the rest of the way to school.
Kyle followed Cartman to his locker as always, Even though they havent said a word to
eachother sense their conversation in the car.
Kyle saw Stan down the hall with Wendy in his arms, Stan waved and Kyle waved back.
Cartman rolled his eyes, He was so sick of Kyle hanging around Stan all the time.
He knew he had no reason to worry, I mean bitch wendy is always clinging to him,
but it still bugged him.
Kenny came around the corner and smiled when He saw Cartman and Kyle.
He walked to them "Hey guys" he smiled,
"Hey Kenny" Kyle smiled back.
Cartman turned around to face Kenny.
Kenny's eyes went huge "What the fuck happened to your face?!"
Cartman glarred. 'Just iggnore him, and maybe he'll go away'
Cartman didnt answer.
"What you fall off your bike again?!" He giggled.
Cartman frowned, Slamed his locker shut and stalked off.
Kenny stared at him walking away, Then he looked to Kyle
"What the fuck is his problem?"
"I dont know.. He's in a bad mood I guess."
Kenny shrugged, and walked over to Wendy and Stan.
Kyle followed behind him.
"Hey dude" Stan smiled to kyle
"Hey" He smiled back.
"Kyle, Tell Stan that he should spend our anniversary with me and not go to
his stupid football practice" Wendy pleaded
Kyle looked to Stan unsure,"Well um.. I think you guys should decide together what to do"
"Oh come on dude thats not an answer! Tell Wendy that Practice is only an hour and right
after we'll go do whatever she wants"
"No! Tell Stan that that day is suppose to be our day only. It always has been."
Stan sighed, Sometimes he wish should would understand how much football means to him.
"Uhh.. I'll let you two figgure it out on your own."
They both glared at him.
"Well..What do You and Cartman do on your anniversarys?"
"Uhh.. We dont have anniversarys"
Wendy's eyes Widened, "Why?!"
"I dont know.. He, and me just arent that into it I guess."
"Well you should! Aniversary's are the one day you celebreate when you got together!
right Stan?" She looked to him.
Stan was starring to the ground, dazzing off,
"STAN!" Wendy wimpered,
"Oh, Sorry what?"
"Arent Aniversarys the most important thing a couple can do."
"Uhh... Yeaah." He said unsure.
Stan really didnt care about it, But Wendy makes it such a big deal that he just goes
along with it.
"See? You and Cartman should have one"
Stan got an image of Cartman and Kyle kissing on an aniversary.
Stan's eyes widdened, And he felt himself throw up in his mouth alittle bit.
Kyle looked at Stan confused, "You Ok?"
"Yeah, yeah, Fine."
He was fine with them dateing, But when you see your two guy friends kiss..
Its kind of weird. He likes to avoid it as much as he can.. Which is almost impossible concidering
they do it all the time. He just looks away.
Kyle looked to Wendy "Nah Wendy.. Um, Its Ok."
Wendy expression dropped "Aww" she moaned sadly.
"Hey, Did you see Cartman's face?!" Kenny smiled to Stan,
"Yeah!" Stan looked to Kyle, "What the fuck happened to him?"
"Uh.. He fell off his bike again."
Kenny started laughing hysterically.
Stan raised an eyebrow, "Again?"
"Yeah."
Noone said anything, except Kenny who was still laughing uncontrollably.
"Do you believe him?" Stan asked.
Kyle looked down to the ground, and back up at him,
"I dont know."
"What happened To your face Cartman, What'd you do to your face Cartman,
Jesus christ its one fucking bruise" Cartman muttered to himself angerily jamming his papers in
his locker from his last class.
'So I got a bruise on my face,
Whooptie fucking do.
Why cant people just leave me the hell alone?!'
Cartman couldnt count how many people have asked him that
for the last hour. It was driving him crazy.
He didnt like to think about it..
He figgured if he kept his mouth shut he could pretend like it never happened,
But it was almost impossible With all these fucking people asking what happened.
Cartman slamed his locker shut, and saw Kyle leaning against the locker next to him.
Cartman frowned, "What?"
"Eric..Are you Ok?"
Cartman gruffed, "Never better. Why?" he spat unkindly.
"It's just.. When Kenny asked what happened you got all pissed off."
Cartman rolled his eyes, "Yeah Well, I dont like Kenny very much,"
Cartman said playing with his locker combination, Avoiding Kyle's eye.
Kyle frowned, "You dont like anyone! Besides me, who do you like?!"
Cartman toke a minneute to think about this..
"Umm.." He said looking up trying to think.
"I like Mr. Erickson"
"No you dont! you said he was an asshole!"
Cartman crossed his arms, "What you calling me a liar?!"
Kyle sighed, He really hated when Cartman did this.
He didnt want to fight.
"No, I'm not calling you a liar" he said plainly.
He learned from many years of expierence the best way
to get out of a comming fight with Cartman is to just agree with whatever
he says.. even if its wrong.. and most the time he is wrong.
Cartman was still frowning. He paused. "Huh." he grimaced.
The bell rang for next class, "I gotta go but um.. Love you?" He asked,
Not sure what he'd say back, Usually he says it back, but it depends how he's feeling.
Cartman didnt look up from his combination "Love you too" He muttered.
Kyle smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek and walked down the hallways.
Cartman slamed his head against the locker when Kyle was out of sight.
He still had so much anger inside him, What rick Did last night was not cool.
"I'm gunna get that mother fucker back.
I fucking swear it." He mumbled to himself.
It wasent fair that he was hurting everywhere.
It wasent fair that he had to walk around with a bruise on his head, arms,
lets stomach, and thighs.
To him.. it all wasent fucking fair.
Cartman glarred at headed down to his next class.
Science.
"..And so kids the main point of this project is to See how well you do with Chemicals,
You will be graded on your navigation Skills and how well you mix objects Together.
Do Not, I repeat Do not.." Mr. Larson turned and Wrote words up on the board
"Put these chemicals together. Look at the board and write down in your Notes do NOT
mix these together or It will explode and you'll get an F."
Cartman tapped his pencil on the desk.
He was bored out of his fucking mind, But this was alot better then
being at home. He sighed.
'I fucking hate science'
"Now each of you will be assigened Partners.
The project is due friday with a report on the project.
Are their any questions?"
Kelly Nelson raised her hand, "yes Kelly?" Mr. Larson smiled
"If It explodes, It wont like, blow up the school or anything right?"
The classroom laughed, Kelly looked around uncomfortably.
"Haha, No Kelly It will explode probably all over your working areas but not
the school."
"What a dumbass." Cartman murmered, Suddenly the whole class laughed louder,
He didnt expect them to hear that.
"Eric Cartman that is not appropriate behavior! Be nice to your peers or you will get detention!"
Cartman rolled his eyes, "Yeees Mr. Laaarson."
"Good. Now are their any other questions?"
Kelly looked back at Cartman and flipped him off.
Cartman put both his hands up flipping her off
'right back at ya bitch'
Noone raised their hands.
"Ok then, I'll call out your name, then your partners."
"Ok, Clyde and Taylor" Clyde and taylor stod up and went next to eachother,
"Bebe and Trevor" They got up
"Becky and Aarron," They got up
"Eric and Stan" They both widdened their eyes, "What?!" They yelled at the same time.
Mr. Laron raised his eyebrow, "Is there a problem?"
"Uhh.." Stan looked to Cartman, Who just rolled his eyes,
"No, No problem.." Stan studdered.
"Good. Alex and Rachel .." Mr. Larson went on.
Cartman didnt move.
Stan slowly got up from his seat and walked over to Cartman's desk.
'Out of all the assholes in this fucking class I got stuck with
him?! God, you fucking hate me dont you' Cartman grimaced to himself.
"Come on dude" Stan as he got to Cartman.
Cartman rolled his eyes and went to a table with Stan.
"Lets just get this over with" Cartman muttered looking down at their Project.
Stan frowned but didnt replie. He didnt want to deal with Cartman's crap.
He couldnt figgure it out. 'why does my BEST FRIEND like this guy, He's a complete fucking
asshole! what does he see in him?!' Stan thought bitterly to himself.
They Had to put tubes together into a bottle and find out how to make
the 'Rainbow chemical'
"Did you get the blue toxoid?" Stan asked with goggles on looking into the bottle
pouring in red liquid.
"Uh huh." He said pouring in Blue acid.
"And the green.. whatever its called?"
"Uh huh." Cartman glarred getting annoyed.
"And the pink acid?"
Cartman yanked off his goggles, "Are you going to be asking me that
the whole fucking time were in here?!"
"Dude, I just want to get a good grade Ok? It's not my fault I'm stuck with you."
Cartman frowned, "I know what I'm doing asshole! and I'm pissed I got stuck with you!"
Stan yanked off his goggles, "Why are you being such a dick?" he frowned,
"I'm not being a dick, your being a dick!" Cartman shot back.
Stan sighed, "I have no fucking clue how Kyle likes you, He deserves so much better."
Stan waited for the comback.. any secound.. any secound now..
But instead, Cartman's face undid the frown and went to a blank expression.
He turned to the chemicals and silently started adding more acid to the bottle.
Stan sat there fucking shocked.
Never in his life, has he EVER seen Eric Cartman Not try to get the last word in arguments.
EVER.
.. Stan looked down to the table and felt a wave of guilt in his stomach,
'Maybe I shouldnt have said that..'
Cartman felt so relieved When science was over.
Him nor Stan said a word to eachother after Stan's last comment,
That kept replaying in his mind. "I have no fucking clue how Kyle likes you, He deserves so much better."
It echoed in his mind.
His heart felt like a pin was being jabbed deeper and deeper into his chest.
'He's right. Kyle does deserve better then me.' Cartman thought walking slowly down the halls.
His legs still hurt from the bruises but not as much as this morning.
His sided purple bruise even looked better then before, Then it just hit him he has gym now.
Cartman stopped in his tracks.
'No fucking way I'm going to Gym.' Cartman frowned and went the other direction.
'My whole body fucking hurts just walking alone, They expect me to be running miles?
No fucking chance.'
As he was walking the other way some asshole bumped infront of him that made his chest
weez in hurt, from the bruise he got there,
"Hey watch where your -" Then he stopped when he realized it was Kyle and his heart jumped
"Oh.. Hey"
Kyle smiled, And it gave Cartman butterflies.
"Dude, Gym class is this way"
"Um..yeah I'm not going."
Kyle starred at him confused "Your not going?"
"no."
Kyle raised his eyebrow, "Why?"
Cartman shrugged, "I dont feel like it"
"Dude.. Mr. Rylers going to be all over your ass if
you skip."
"I know."
"And.. Your still skipping?"
"Yeah."
"Well.. Um.. Ok." Kyle started walking away,
"Oh wait Kahl?" Cartman called after him,
Kyle turned to his boyfriend.
Cartman's been thinking about going home after school,
He knew his mom Had work and Rick was going to be there..
He wanted desperetly to be ANYWHERE but there.
"Um.." Even if it means..
"Can I come over after school?"
Kyle raised his eyebrows in shock "Really?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Dude.. Are you sure? You know how my mom is"
Cartman rolled his eyes at the thought of his Bitch mom..
But he would rather deal with her then getting beat down again.
"Yeah. It's cool."
"Well then.. alright. Cool" Kyle smiled
"But I gotta go to gym" Kyle walked to him and kissed him.
Cartman kissed him back.
"Later" Kyle smiled and trotted down the hallway,
Cartman loved to addmire the way he skipped to Gym..
The way Kyle wore those red gym basket ball shorts, and his grey Tank
with his tennishoes and the way he trotted and his red hair bounced as he hurried to gym.
Cartman smiled, He couldnt help it.. He loved everything about that Jew.
"Alright Boys, eight laps, around the track, and you will be timed"
Mr. Ryler looked around at the boys, "Wheres Eric Cartman?" He asked
The kids looked around, "We dont know" one of him said,
"He was in science" Kelly nelson spoke.
"No he wasent, He didnt show up in school today" Kyle lied,
Stan looked at him with his eyebrow raised,
Kyle didnt want Eric in trouble.
"Yes he was!" Kelly yelled
"No he wasent" He yelled through gritted teeth with a look saying
'shut your fucking mouth'
"Of corse you would defend your boyfriend you stupid fags"
Said Brandon Guilberg.
Kyle frowned.
"Thats not appropriate Guilberg! Say one more thing and you'll get ISS for intolerence!"
Brandon rolled his eyes,
"Yeah thats not cool to say shit like that just beacuse their gay" Craig frowned at him.
"Yeah, all people are different" Kevin ryner looked to Brandon.
Kyle smiled. He was glad half the school was so accepting.
"Alright, Runners up!" He yelled and all boys went to their spots
Kyle stod next to Stan.
"three, two, one, go!"
Everyone started running.
Kyle was Ok at this sport.
It's the one class he doesnt score the highest at.
Stan always aces it, Well being the quarterback of the highschool
and his atletics of corse he'll be good and it, and Cartman was acctually good..
Believe it or Not, He can lift Real heavy weights, heavier then Stan probably.
But Cartman was not the best runner..
All the sudden Stan slowed down and Waited till Kyle came up and started running with him,
"Dude, what are you doing? Were getting timed, You can get infront of all these assholes."
Kyle said running short of breath, sweat going down his shirt.
Stan laughed, "Yeah But Mr. Ryler usually passes me anyway,
being the quarterback and all.. You have to get good grades to stay on the team
so.." He breathed heavily then caught his breath.
"So nomatter what I do I'll ace."
Kyle frowned, "Dude, Weak!" He said, to the sense its not fair.
They turned around the circle with everyone else.
"Dude.." Stan said running, "yeah?" Kyle asked.
"Is Cartman Ok?"
Kyle thought for a secound.
"I dont know.. why?"
"I dont know," Stan breathed heavily then said,
"We were partnered up in science today"
Kyle's eyes widdened, "Fuck no" He gasped.
Stan smirked "Oh. Fuck yea."
Stan and Kyle turned around and started running the other way with everyone else,
Kyle felt a worrisome sensation in his chest, He knew how badly Cartman didnt like Stan..
for some unexplainable reason.
"So.." Kyle breathed harder, His throat was getting dry from this excersize,
"How did It go?" He asked.
"Bad."
kyle's heart jumped as it thumped harder and harder from runing,
"Bad?"
"He was being.." Stan breathed hard.
"A dick, and I Kinda said something.."
He breathed again, "And he got all quiet."
Kyle raised an eyebrow, "What did you say?"
Stan looked down, His hair was wet from running and
sweat was going down his face. He thought for words.
"I Uh, Ok, You promise not to get mad?"
Kyle breathed hard, "Yeah. What is it?"
"I Um.. I kinda said how I couldnt believe he liked you, and that" He paused to breath
"And that you deserved better."
All the sudden Stan was knocked down to the floor,
"Broflovski!" Mr. Ryler marched up to them.
"What the hell was that all about?" He asked angerily,
"Um, I'm sorry I -"
"Do you want Detention Broflovski?!"
"No, I-"
"Then Help Stan up you little Bastard!
No horseplaying in my Gym class!" He stalked away.
Kyle sighed and held out his hand to Stan, Stan grabbed it and got up.
"Kyle I, I'm sorry. I didnt mean to say it,
It just, It just kinda came out."
Kyle closed his eyes and sighed,
"Its ok dude, Sorry I pushed you down. I didnt mean too."
"Its cool." Stan fisted Kyle with his knuckles to his.
"MARSH! BROFLOVSKI!" Yelled.
Kyle rolled his eyes.
He never liked Mr. Ryler. He yells too much.
They both look to him,
"Boys, hit the showers!" he called out to the guys behind him.
"You two, eleven more laps!"
Kyle gasped "Eleven!? But I have to -"
"Then I guess you better get going broflovski!"
"But Mr. Ryler -" Kyle said out of breath, he couldnt feel his legs,
"No buts! now get moving, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!"
Stan and Kyle already started running.
Kyle frowned to Stan "I really dont like him."
Cartman rolled his eyes anoyed to his watch.
"Come on jew, Hurry up" He complained to himself.
He waited outside the parkinglot by his black corvett.
He looked back at his watch. He's 15 minneutes late.
Cartman toke a long drag off his ciggerate.
He puffed it out. "Hurry up" He mumbled to himself impatiently.
Then Finnaly he spots a Red haird boy walking towards him,
"Kahl hurry your jew ass up!" he yelled to him.
"I'm comming!" he yelled back.
But he was walking..very slowly.
He finnaly got to the car and Cartman threw out his ciggerate.
"That was the longest fucking walk I ever seen."
"Sorry, Mr. Ryler made me and Stan run 11 more laps."
Cartman raised his eyebrow, "Why?"
Kyle paused.. He really didnt want to talk about what Stan told him.
"Uh, Beacuse he's an asshole?"
Cartman laughed and got into the car,
"Get your hot ass in the car before I run over you" He grinned,
Kyle smiled and opened the door and slammed it.
Cartman started to drive,
"Dude, Your sure you want to go to my house?
I mean my mom is such a bitch to you."
Cartman got more flashbacks of Rick and what he did to him last night..
No fucking way he was going back with that asshole alone.
"Yeah, Yeah its fine."
Kyle smiled, "Good. Dont let my mom fucking intimidate you.
Its been forever sense you last came over."
Cartman thought a moment, "I dont think we were even dateing last time I came over."
"Really?"
"pretty sure."
Kyle looked at the road, "wow"
Cartman said nothing.
"You know, I'll talk to her. About being nice and all that."
Cartman shrugged, "Eh. You dont have too."
"No, I'm going too. She has no right to act the way she does towards you."
Cartman smirked in responce.
He didnt really care.
He loved the way she feels sick to her stomach when they kiss,
he fucking loved it. Gave him a warm feeling inside.
Kyle laughed, "When I told her I was dateing you, She fainted."
Cartman laughed,"I remember, you told me that" he smiled,
Kyle grinned.
"Here we are. Home of the Jews." He smiled as he pulled up to Kyle's house
and stoppped.
"Oh shut up Cartman." Kyle rolled his eyes getting out of the car.
Cartman laughed and followed him.
Kyle opened the door, and walked in, Cartman went behind him.
It was amazing, He hasent stepped foot in this house in so long..
and yet everything looked the same, Same furniture, same wall paintings,
nothing's changed. He wasent supprised. "Mom I'm home!" Kyle yelled takeing off his coat.
"Thats good bubby!" She yelled from the kitchen, she began walking towards him,
"Did you.." She set eyes on Cartman.
"Eric.. Um..So nice to see you."
Cartman could see right through her lies. "Uh huh." he said.
"Ma, he's staying for dinner ok?"
"Umm.." She looked at Cartman worrisome "Uh, Ok." she said unsure.
"Thanks" Kyle said walking past her.
Kyle toke a glance at Sheila before following Kyle up the steps.
Sheila starred right back at him with warning eyes,
She tried hidding it with a fake smile, But Cartman knew better.
"ERIC! Hurry up!" Kyle yelled,
"Yeah, I'm commin!" He said, Still stod in the spot,
He smirked at Sheila and laughed on his way up the Steps.
"You boys keep the door open!" She yelled up the steps.
Kyle rolled his eyes and hearing his mom downstairs,
"Whatever" he rolled his eyes,
"Iggnore her." Kyle glared.
Kyle laid down on his bed with his hands to his head,
"What do you wanna do?" He asked.
Cartman just store at him.
"I've got videogames in the basement."
Cartman was strangly feeling.. very attrated to him right now.
He usually always is but just seeing him, laid comfortably back on his bed looking
up at him.. made him hard.
"Um.. Cartman?" Kyle asked confussed.
Cartman went to Kyle's door and shut it,
Kyle sat up from his bed, "Dude, My mom said not to shut it"
Cartman walked closer to him and put his arms around Kyle,
Leaning closer, "Yeah. Well some rules are meant to be broken"
And he kissed Kyle, Leaning ontop of him, slidding his toungue in his mouth,
Kyle gripped onto his back leaning his chest closer to his,
Cartman slipped his fingers under kyles shirt and rubbed his chest..
"Kyle! Mom said to leave the door open!"
Suddenly Cartman jumped off, halfway accross the room.
Kyle sat up frowning at Ike, "Ike, Get the fuck out of here!"
"But mom said -"
"Now!" he sneered.
Ike flipped him off and shut the door.
Cartman slowly got up, "Stupid kid" he muttered,
Kyle rolled his eyes, "Fuck him. Where were we now?"
Cartman smiled and leaned over Kyle kissing him, Kyle reached down and unbuttoned Cartman's
pants and putting his hand over the zipper..
"Boys! Time to eat!"
Kyle frowned Angry and frustrated.
"God damnit! Already?!"
"Now boys!" Sheila called.
Cartman groaned, "Ok, Lets go to your bitch mom, eat her bitch food,
then get back here." He smiled,
Kyle smiled back "Ok." They got up from eachother,
Cartman started downstairs,
"Eric!" Kyle spat
Cartman looked around to him,
"Your button."
Cartman looked down and saw his button undone and he did it,
"You, Jew boy, have a very sick mind."
Kyle smirked, "Oh come on, You know you wanted me too"
Cartman smirked and went downstairs with Kyle following behind him.
dude.. I would write more, But I just realized this is the most Ive ever written..
I dont want to put TOO much in it.. Or else I so woulda wrote the next chapter.
Its so weird, Like I make the chapter in my mind like short, but once I write it out
its LONG AS FUCK XD
Sorry, for your poor widdle eyes :(
lol, anyways, please comment, I love it when people
comment.. I love my reviewers with passion :D