So, There's an Assassin in My Bed - Kyman (Kyle x Cartman)

kyle

[kyle's point of view]

after getting dropped off at my new safe house for the next few months, meeting kenny and butters, realising i'm living with a literal hook up and sleeping in his bed. i was shown to eric's room, which was smaller than expected, only a double bed that sits in the corner of the room, a dresser, and a small walk in closet.

eric was rude, to say the least. only leaving two spaces in the closet, which i was quite annoyed at.

speaking of the devil, he walks into 'our' room, as i was putting my shirts away. i glance in his direction and he rolls his eyes.

"i have rules." he says, and sits on the bed.

"well, so do i." i mumble, and continue to put my shirts away. not caring about these so called 'rules'

"i'm serious, jewboy."

i glare at him. "well, so am i, fatboy."

he returns the glare, but before he could respond butters walks in. "hey fellas, so kenny's ordering pizza for dinner, sound good?"

"good by me." eric says and lays down on the bed. he's honestly such an asshole, like how can someone be so attractive and be such a dick?

wait, did i just call him attractive... fuck i mean he's ugly... yep that's how's we're remembering it.

"kyle?" butters snaps his fingers in front of my face, tearing me away from my thoughts. "pizza?"

"yeah, sure." i mumble. butters gives me a warm smile and walks out, shuttling the door behind him.

i look over, at cartman - he told me a preferred to be called by his last name, and i couldn't be bothered arguing - he lets out an adorable yawn. not gonna admit that it wasn't cute, because it was completely and utterly adorable.

"a penny for your thoughts, jewboy?" cartman asks, he looks like he's about to fall asleep.

"thinking that you need to start calling me by my real name." i flip him off.

he smirks. "never."

yay, i silently cheer, i'm finally finished with unpacking. might as well go see what kenny is doing, as i walk past the bed, i'm suddenly yanked backwards - nearly falling over but instead fall onto another body. currently, i'm straddling the waist of the guy i'm supposed to hate. fuck.

cartman smirks up at me, i freeze.

shit. nope, he's not hot, he's ugly - he's stupid. as i go to get up, cartman grabs my waist and pulls me down, our faces or rather lips are about 10 centimetres apart.

my mind starts chanting KISS!ansjjsjsjs and another part of me is screaming not to. he leans up and just as our lips were about to touch. the door busts open.

cartman pretty much throws me onto the ground, my ass hitting the wooden floors hard, ow fuck.

at the door stands kenny who looks like he's about to cry.

"what happened?" cartman asks, hints of concern in his tone.

"it's butters, he's gone!"

A/N: heyooooo, sorry i kinda vanished for a while, i was contemplating some stuff lel.

but omgggg nooooo not buttersssss

i kinda wanna do a kyle centric book, where cartman, stan and kenny all fight over him but then they do a four way relationship, idek if that makes sense, LET ME KNOW IF I SHOULD THOUGH!!

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bye my lovessss xx