A/N: Sorry, I've been having some block lately. UGH. I'm happy to see that so many people LURVES MAH STOREH! But….y'all ain't reviewing! Damn it people!…….Anyway, Emerald be mah bestest FF friend in the history of FF friends. I like had to make sure this chapter was ella perfecto. Anyway enough with my yammering.I need to finish up this here fic so I can start on my Style one. And I gotta finish my battle of the bands…..-yammers- This is in Kyle's P.O.V. I might be swapping P.O.V's every now and then though

Mmmm? Oh hi there people staring at me wide-eyed. I'm a little tired. I've been trying to figure out what this note's about lately. I'm just a bit lost as to who sent it. The why was obvious. They liked me and didn't want to say it to my face. The question was who, and how come they didn't want to say it to me? I'm not that cold hearted as to reject them right on point! Ah well, I had Stan to do some snooping with, and I had asked Butters to help us out with it. Around last summer, Butters became all serious as to wanting to become a detective. He was good ish…

"N-now fellas, you need something d-detective like to d-do this stuff." Butters said fidgeting with his hands like he did when he was 8.

"Butters, just read the note" Stan groaned, giving the note t Butters.

He traced it over with a weird light, rubbed it and read it. He looked puzzled at first, kinda like how I did and then said.

"Uh…k-Kyle?"

"Yeah Butters?"

"Cartman wrote this n-note" He told me.

"Cartman. Really? Butters come on now. Cartman hates me. Why would he write something so ridiculously gay?" I buried my face in my hands. This was going to take longer than I thought.

"No, no. Look at the way he shapes his O's and K's and V's. Remember how Mr. Garisson would always complain to him about h-how bad those letters w-were?" Stan said

He was right…ish. Cartman writing me the note? NO WAY! This stuff was real! I felt it! It either wasn't Cartman, or it was him and he was just trying to make a fool out of me.

But….wouldn't this explain how he'd run off like that when I discovered it? Could this possible mean that…

Eric Theodore Cartman LOVES me?

No, absolutely not. NO NO NO. He isn't a fag, nor was he gay or had he any emotions like that! And I am not being irrational! It's just moronic! No one can believe something like CARTMAN LOVING Me! And I'm perfectly straight! I can't TOUCH a guy like that! It's just to strange for me! It can NOT work! NO NO NO NO NO!

"Stan?" I asked, looking up to him as he held his chin in thought

"I really wouldn't put it past him, Kyle. This makes so much sense, that it doesn't make any. It is weird though, so I recommend finding out if he really DID write the note because he likes you, or just for laughs." He answered, rocking on his heels.

"UGGGGHHHH. Fine…I'll talk to him at lunch. Damnit…." I grumbled as the bell rang for us to leave art class., I grabbed my books and ran outside.

This is probably the only time in the history of times that I dreaded lunch.

-SMACK-

OW! WHAT THE FU-

"You think I'm STUPID? What the HELL is your problem?" this shrill, obviously pissed voice said.

I rubbed my head and looked to see Bebe's piercing eyes staring into mine.

"What are you TALKING about?" I exclaimed

"That note! Kenny said I was to dumb to write it! AND YOU AGREED!" She fumed, crossing her hands in front of her chest.

I don't know how to deal with this..If there was anytime I needed Stan…Well, I can try. She is my friend, kind of. Huh? Why are YOU looking at me like that? Because I said she was my friend? She is! See when we were around 13-14 we used to stand and watch Stan and Wendy fight time after time after time again. We kinda grew a friendship.

"Look…Bebe I'm sorry, okay?" I shoved my hands in my pockets.

"You are?" She turned around and smirked at me.

"Sure…" I was cut off by her hugging me. Uh, awkward, but okay.

I looked at her kinda awkwardly and ran into the lunch room.

There he was. I could feel the rage bubbling inside of my stomach. But then it dissolved and turned into butterflies. What the hell?

I saw Cartman sitting over with Stan and Kenny, I felt my face flush, as I marched over there.

"Okay Fat-ass, are you going to tell me or not?"

Cartman's P.O.V

I looked at Kyle horrified. What the hell did he mean if I were going to tell him? I glared at Kenny, and he just shrugged and watched Kyle.

"Tell you what Jew?" I studdered I bit turning back to Stan and Kenny, avoiding eye contact

"You know DAMN WELL!" He shouted, causing people to shift and stare. He whipped out that god-forsaking note and, to my horror, read it outloud

Dearest Kyle,

If there was anyway to tell you it would be through pen and paper. Because words are just to hard to be formed from my mouth. I can't take it any longer, because everything you do makes me smile. I can't tell you who I am, just yet. It would be to confusing, causing a world of disruption in this school. I'm trying to mush this up a bit before I get to the bottom line.

I believe, truly truly believe that I love you. Not the brother-sister love, the real thing. It's scary because I'm actually entitled to dispise you…and I don't. I hope you can understand how strange and nerve-wracking it is for me. Thanks

"Shall I go on?" He asked. Now almost the whole room was starring at us gob-smacked. Ugh…

"Um…I DON'T HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOUR TALKIN' ABOUT! KAHL! YOU STUPID JEW!" I yelled. What else was I suppose to do? Poor my heart out to him in front of these faggots?

"Oh PLEASE FAT-ASS! DON'T PRETEND THIS ISN'T YOUR HAND WRITING!" He shoved the note in my face

"I DON'T HAVE TO PRETEND KAHL!"

"WHY DO YOU MAKE THINGS SO DIFFICULT?"

"ME? DIFFICULT? ARE YOU INSANE?"

"THE HELL I AM YOU GOD DAMN JEW GOLD HIDIN-"

"YOU FUCKING NAZI ASS HILTER WANNA-BE"

"OKAY! That's enough!" I felt my collar being pulled as Stan dragged Kyle and I outside the cafeteria, with Kenny right behind us.

"Okay you guys are seriously acting crazy" Stan said once we were outside.

"Just figure out your gay little mess, and get this shit over with! For the love of god guys!" He turned around and went back inside.

"Fucking hippie…" I muttered.

Kenny looked between the two of us, then ran inside. Wuss…

Kyle pinched the bridge of his nose. Cute red-haired fag…

"So I guess we have to talk about this…" He groaned.

"I guess we do Kahl." I shifted uncomfortabley

Damn, I wasn't sure if I was ready to tell him yet….GAH!

A/N: CLIFFHANGER!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 XDDDDD! In the next one I'll finish it okay? Okai. Read and REVIEW!