Stan could feel the heated glare of Cartman's chocolate brown eyes burn into the back of his head. What was wrong with the fatass this time? He looked over at his more-than-Super-Best-Friend Kyle. All negative thoughts just washed away as emerald eyes turned to meet his gaze.
"Hey Kyle, wanna come over to my house after school?" he asked. The redhead smiled and replied, "Sure Stan!" "What, so that Kahl can give you a BJ?" a familiar obnoxious voice interrupted them. Kyle turned to glare at the fat boy. "Shut up, fatass!" he snarled, before turning back to Stan.
The noiret rolled his blue eyes. Typical Cartman. "If only he'd actually do that." he muttered, drawing a small laugh from Kyle. "Yeah, I know right?"
Cartman was glaring at them again, mostly at Stan. Seriously, did he have a thorn up his oversized ass or something? Or maybe...an idea clicked in Stan's head. Maybe he was jealous of him about something. But what? It surely couldn't be about Kyle! Didn't Cartman hate him?
Smirking mentally, Stan decided to see whether it was true or not. Taking his boyfriend by surprise, he pulled Kyle in for another kiss. He was a bit startled, but kissed back nonetheless. Jealousy was practically radiating off of Cartman.
So it was true. Stan slung an arm over Kyle's thin shoulders and cast a glare back at Cartman so as to say "Back off". Kyle was his territory now, and there was nothing the fatass could do about it! Okay, that sounded a bit like as if he were an animal, but you get the point.
Son of a bitch, Cartman thought scornfully. But if Stan wanted to play it rough, he'd play it rough too! If only it were so easy to seduce somebody, let alone Kyle...
Yet ANOTHER short chapter... •^•
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Love is Like Taking A Dump
Fanfiction...said Cartman to Butters. But to win the heart of Kyle Broflovski, it'll take more than just a little push to get it to work out. Pairing: (obviously) Kyman with small traces of Style
