What If
Kyle didn't stop Cartman from kissing him in 'Le Petit Tourette' ?
I smirked and stared at the Fatass. "Ha! Now you can't discriminate Jews on national television! Take that, Fatass!" I yell smugly. His face is shocked for a second. And then he cracks into a huge smile-not a smirk, an actual smile!
"Oh, thank you!" he exclaims.
"What?! But I beat you!"
"Thank you, Kyle!" he shouts, wrapping his arms around my waist. I blush but make no move to push him off. What the fuck is going on? He pulls away and keeps rambling on.
"Thank you! I love you, Babe!" Wait what?! Before I can speak he captures my lips in his. My eyes pop wide open. This can't be happening!
The thing I've been dreaming about is actually happening! He caresses my cheek with one hand and with the other he's gently holding the back of my head to keep my in place. I blush before melting into the kiss. He pulls away all too soon.
"C-Cartman..." I stutter. Before I can throw questions at him, he dances away screaming, "I've got a golden ticket!" Then the door slams shut.
I don't think I'll ever understand that Fatass.