The deal A Kyman story

chapter ten

When they let go of each other, they stared at each other for a couple of seconds. Their eyes sparkled in unison, the taste of each other on their tongues. Kyle's heart beating at the same time as Cartman's. The teens had once jumped into the unknown and now it was left on their lips.

As Cartman stared cupid giggled his head off, he wanted to kiss Kyle as much as Cartman did what his counterpart did fine.

Kyle was scared looking at his enemy he had just kissed him, but finally, he spoke.

" WHAT THE FUCK CARTMAN!?" Kyle yelled.

Cartman then looked confused " It said we need our salvia, we had to kiss 'cause then it wouldn't bond."

" RETARD, WE COULD HAVE SPIT IN IT!" Kyle screamed.

" Jesus, Kyle what have you got sand up in your vagina? I mean we've been kissing this whole time, most of them by you. We might not have French kissed each other but you kissed me a lot." Cartman responded.

Kyle then thought of it, they had been Kissing, a lot. He knew that they were 'dating' but this was a lot. It was almost like they were gay. Kyle would still defend himself.

" STILL"

" Still what Kyle I'm not gay, your not gay so what does it mean? It doesn't mean we're gay, straight dudes can kiss other straight dudes." Cartman explained.

He did have a point, Kyle hated to agree with the chubby teen he had to, otherwise, his dignity would be risked. If he didn't agree he'd be in love with an ego-obsessed, racist homophobe, sociopathic, psychopathic fat boy named Eric Cartman. He didn't want to be in love with Eric Cartman, but even though he didn't want to his eyes, heart, and tongue said otherwise.

They then got off the ride when it was finished they got off hand in hand to the goth's hangout spot. Kyle holding the plush Cartman gave him, couldn't stop thinking about the kiss. They didn't talk the whole way there, once they got there they meant up once again hiding around the corner from her room.

" So did you get the stuff?" Michael asked.

" Yes we did," Kyle said dropping the bag into his hand.

" This is pretty random."

" We followed the instructions." Kyle remade, then Henrietta pointed at his neck.

" Is that a hickey?' She said with her lipstick making a disgusted face. That was conformist to make a hickey.

Kyle was reminded of what Cartman did to him.

" N-N-N-No Cartman punched me," Kyle said feeling his Hickey, he was talking back to the moment. Where Cartman sucked his face, he wasn't good at it but it felt good, it felt really good. And that's when he was snapped back into reality.

" Whatever," Henrietta responded.

Firkle then ran into to room where Pete was live streaming without him noticing because he was so very obsessed with his conformist viewers. Then he slipped the ingredients into his Star bucks, which to Firkle was the grossest and most conformist coffee. Every goth knows Coffee doesn't need to be spiked with sugar and fun but only black, like their souls.

Talking to his streams he then took and Firkle ran away.

" Anyway I was like doing a tik tok with a song over it and making it like my lips were singing the song, but I wasn't since I have no talent. Anyway guys this Grande, soy milk based with a"

Then the ingredients hit... feeling a sharp pain probably because of the needle now in his throat, he looked at his hands. Then looked back at his phone live stream with a face of disappointment.