The deal A Kyman story

chapter twelve

Another week has passed and they haven't kissed like real lovers yet but they act more like a couple now. As they walk hand in hand they chat and talk. They'd talk about all sorts of interests and such. At this point, they weren't enemies anymore, but they couldn't admit they were lovers.

One night Kyle's parents had sent them over for a sleepover at Cartman's house. They had another trip and Ike was going to stay with his grandparents. It was a dark night when Kyle arrived.

" Cartman." He said knocking on the door.

" Cartman! Cartman!" Kyle yelled but it seemed as if he didn't notice he was there. It was dark and cold, it seemed like Cartman had forgotten about him. He only brought a small backpack of things, so didn't have a lot to lug around.

Keeping that in mind he noticed an alignment of pipes on the back of Cartman's house. Looked more and they perfectly lead up to Cartman's bedroom. Kyle freezing in the cold night air of May, he decided to climb them.

He climbed the pipes very carefully, making sure nothing fell. He then after a short climb made it to his bed. He looked into the window to see one of his favorite sights.

He was sitting on his bed laying down at the foot of the bed. He was listening to music with earbuds in and eating red ​​licorice. He was writing in something, Kyle couldn't make it out what it was but he looked calm.

Cartman was usually raging at something but he was just truly calm, happy. Kyle looked into his hazel eyes glancing over every little word he wrote. They sparked when he finished writing sentences, they were so beautiful. They were a deep honey shimmer, one that was basically liquid gold. A gold that Kyle wanted to drizzle into his mouth. Immediately thinking that he stopped with red blush.

Now standing on the window ceil, he yelled loudly.

" HEY FATASS, LET ME IN!"

Finally, he caught the attention of Eric,  he screamed and fell off.

"STUPID JEW!" Cartman yellled back.Once he got his footing he then looked at the ginger in the window.

His face was so handsome in the moonlight, his eyes being deep pools of mystic green. His face was pleased with how he scared Cartman. Cartman just wanted to stare at his figure for a couple of seconds. To remember every curve he wanted to feel, to think back to how he had got his way with him.

He was so magnificent to Cartman that he stood in slightness, watching Kyle. Kyle was in the same hypnosis staring at Cartman. He then broke it asking.

" Can I come in now?"

" Uhh yea of course."

He then got in through the window and was met with his chubby friend. Then Kyle stared looking around his room, there was honestly much. With a few differences, his room just looked like his room from fourth grade.

He then put his eyes on the book he was writing.

"Watcha writing," Kyle said and was about to pick it up but Cartman snatched it beforehand.

" It's private, remember when you needed to get all those journals down?"

" Yes and?"

"Well ever since I was nine my mom got me a 'anger management therapist'.He's told me to keep journals of every day, then reread, them. Once I reread them I correct certain areas. So like if I bullied someone, I'd write it down, then reread it and try to find a way to combat that the next day. It's also a way to get all the anger out before I start, this is what my therapist said "Another apocalypse".