Kyman/Stenny: So Long And Goodnight

Chapter Three:

{Cartman}

My eyes slowly opened and fell upon the gaze of the red haired boy with the sparkly green eyes. Kyle Broflovski, was the most gorgeous boy alive. He had the figure of a woman, an hourglass torso and hips not too wide but very nice. He also had the best ass. I'm pretty sure almost every girl looks at his ass when they pass by him in the hallways.

I was currently listening to "Odds Are" by Barenaked Ladies. hey hey hey, I know, they sound SO country, in a way, but they're not! they are actually a great band, and this song was great.

"Struck by lightning, sounds pretty frightening
But you know the chances are so small
Stuck by a bee sting, nothing but a B-thing
Better chance you're gonna buy it at the mall"
He sang in my ears, and Kyle was writing an essay.

"But it's a twenty-three four-to-one
That you can fall in love by the end of this song"

I think I am in love.

"So get up, get up
Tell the bookie "put a bet up"
Not a damn thing will go wrong

The odds are that we will probably be alright
Odds are we're gonna be alright, odds are we're gonna be alright tonight
The odds are that we will probably be alright
Odds are we're gonna be alright, odds are we're gonna be alright for another night"

I had a fantasy, that Kyle and I were singing this song, together, and when they sang "fall in love" we would always look at eachother.

"Hit by the A-Train, crashed in an airplane
I wouldn't recommend either one
Killed by a Great White or a meteorite
I guess there ain't no way to go that's fun
But somewhere in the world someone is gonna fall in love by the end of this song
So get up, get up
No it's never gonna let up so you might as well sing along

The odds are that we will probably be alright
Odds are we're gonna be alright, odds are we're gonna be alright tonight
The odds are that we will probably be alright
Odds are we're gonna be alright, odds are we're gonna be alright for another night

Sure things go wrong, but I'll take my chances
Odds are long, so why not play?"

I looked at Kyle, I was reminded of all the horrible pranks I pulled on him, I really just wanted his attention.

"Struck by lightning, sounds pretty frightening
But you know the chances are so small
Hit by the A-Train, crashed in an airplane
Better chance you're gonna buy it at the mall"

I smiled at Kyle, Kyle looked up at me and looked confused.

"But it's a twenty-three four-to-one
That you can fall in love by the end of this song
So get up, get up
No I'm never gonna let up
So you might as well sing along

The odds are that we will probably be alright
Odds are we're gonna be alright, odds are we're gonna be alright tonight
The odds are that we will probably be alright
Odds are we're gonna be alright, odds are we're gonna be alright tonight

The odds are that we will probably be alright
Odds are we're gonna be alright, odds are we're gonna be alright tonight
The odds are that we will probably be alright
Odds are we're gonna be alright, odds are we're gonna be alright for another night"

"Cartman? Cartman! Hello?" Kyle said.

I couldn't hear my music anymore because my playlist ended. But Kyle's soothing voice invaded my thoughts.

I felt a light smack on my cheek.

I looked at Kenny snickering because he slapped me.

I smacked Kenny back. "Don't fucking hit me you poor asshole!"

"You're as poor as me fat ass!" Kenny said.

I felt hurt at that comment. I WAS fat. I hated being fat, always having to lug around my belly and when I run, it jiggles.

I sighed and looked away. Kyle's beautiful eyes invaded my thoughts.

Fuck, I don't know how I'm going to tell Kyle that I love him...

(Admin found Butter Chicken Potato Chips on her road trip to British Columbia. no idea why she likes them)