A/N: Wow k i cannot believe i went this long without an update. I hope i still get readers! :P

"Butters."

Kyle stared at him, his mouth trembling slightly.

"What?" Cartman sensed his displeasure at such affairs.

"Oh, nothing," Kyle replied, glancing down at the snow. He could still taste Carman's cold breath on his lips. He longed to lean in for another kiss but restrained himself.

"Good, then listen up Jew." Even in death, the insults didn't cease. Eric walked over to a bench and sat down, pulling out a notebook from his pocket. Kyle approached him with care and sat down beside him, leaving a good distance between the two.

"Okay, here's the plan. We have to kill Butters." He said it as lightly as a suggestion to take a walk.

Kyle gaped at him. "Um, what?"

"We have to kill Butters; what part of that did you not comprehend?" Cartman sighed and touched his forehead.

"Why do we have to kill Butters? Can't we get revenge some other way?"

"No; why should i have to be dead and you assholes get to keep living?" Cartman demanded, glaring at the other boy. "It's only fair after all, Kahl."

"Yeah, but, two wrongs don't make a right..."

"Yeah, but one wrong doesn't make a right either. At least two wrongs would make me feel better. Now here's the plan. You're going to convince Butters to come out here to visit you. Seem's simple enough right?"

"I guess," Kyle agreed gloomily.

"Quit your bitchin' Kahl; now, once you have him here, I'm going to need you to kill him and make it look like an accident. Can you do that Kahl?" Cartman stared at him in anticipation, his eyes hungrily gazing into him. Somehow, Kyle found himself agreeing to Cartman's whims.

"Okay, I'll do it," he said, defeated. "But I'm not sure how i can kill Butters without it looking like an accident."

Cartman stared at him. "Kyle, you are Jewish. You should know how to kill people."

Kyle glared at him. "That doesn't make sense fat ass!"

"Oh, i see how it is. First you let me die, then you call me fat when clearly I'm just big boned! When does it end Kahl?"

Kyle jumped down from the bench and began to retreat back to his house. "Forget it Cartman; I'm not helping you kill anyone. You can't haunt me all you want."

"Wait Kyle, I'm sorry." Cartman ran after him.

"It's too late fatass; I'm not doing it."

"Just listen to me for a minute, please Kyle?"

Kyle sighed intently. "Goddamit." Eric smiled for a second before his face contorted back into neutrality.

He sighed an began to pace around; Kyle noticed that his footsteps left no mark in the snow.

"Look Kyle," he said after a long pause. "There's a reason why I was always such a dick to you. You see, I've always sorta had a thing for you."

Kyle stared at him. "What?"

Cartman sighed. "Don't you get it Kahl? I'm telling you I like you! I like you, okay? There, I said it."

Kyle continued to stare at his deceased companion, not saying a word. Slowly, he leaned into Eric's face until both boys had met lips, sharing a kiss that lasted no longer than a second.

"Hey kid, what are you doing?"

Kyle spun around, breaking his contact with Eric. "Huh?" He caught sight of an older couple sitting on the bench he and Cartman only just shared.

"I asked you what you're doing; It looks like you're trying to kiss air."

"I, uh, I was blowing a bubble. Yeah. I'm chewing gum and I was trying to blow a bubble," Kyle replied quickly. The man and woman continued to stare at him for a few more seconds before shrugging and going about their business.

"That was close," Kyle said, turning back to Eric, only to find him gone. Sighing again, he began the voyage home.

Once he neared his house, he looked up at the sky.

"I'll do it Cartman."

To Be Continued

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