*Cartman's POV*
I am fully committed now. I need to prove them all wrong, I don't need Butters to protect me from Kenny, I don't need Kenny to pity fuck me, I don't need Stan to make Kyle like me,
I surely need Kyle, but I don't think I'll let that show through anymore.
Jesus, I'm the most pathetic asshole ever.
I walk down stairs and Mam's on the phone, she whispers quickly into the phone and flashes me a grin.
I ignore this. She's probably gossiping with Mrs. Tweak over Butters kissing me, jesus before I know it, the whole school will know.
I start making my tea and she soon enough gets off the phone. "Hey, Poopseykins."
"hey mam." I mutter back.
Mam takes a sip of her coffee. "You gonna go walk with your boyfriend ?" She asks with real hope.
I shake my head, ready to crush that hope. "No. I'm going to ride the bus today. "
I'm going to fake 'em out.
I sipped my tea, I walked out the door. I'm cutting off ties with them all.
*Kyle*
"God he kisses like a walrus, I don't get how Kenny thinks Cartman is attractive," I grumbled
Stan's soft hand laced in mine. "I know, I'm sorry. I just thought he had a crush on you and I wanted to see if he'd make a move,"
I groaned "Boy did he, Fatass was grinding on me and shit."
Stan laughed "Awe sick dude!"
*Cartman*
I wasn't going to school, I was seeing the best skinny girl in south park. Henrietta Biggle.
The goth chick, she was big during the transition from kid to teenager, then boom a skinny goth girl.
I walked far into the woods and in the dark shade of a tree and in the snow sat Henrietta in all of her glory.
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I Could Just Be Happy
FanfictionSeventeen Eric Cartman is willing to do just about anything for Kyle Brofinski. Even not eating, losing weight and stop being the normal jackass he is. Kyle doesn't know this. He just simply wants to be happy with his boyfriend Stan Warning: contain...
