Kyle and Cartman raced each other to the ice cream parlor. They did this every Friday and whoever lost had to pay for it.
It was actually really funny to watch, Cartman is really fat but Kyle is diabetic, the two of them would run a block or two then take a second to breathe.
This time Cartman won and was looking rather proud of himself as his winded boyfriend came walking up and panting.
"You're paying." He teased not even trying to help Kyle calm down.
"I...can't...breathe!" Kyle hissed glaring at Cartman.
"Oh whatever Jew, I still get free ice cream!"
So the two of them walked into the ice cream shop and ordered some stuff.
Kyle just got a little bit of vanilla, Cartman on the other hand...
"I want a super fudge sundae with chocolate sprinkles and chocolate sauce, plus some Cheesy Poofs on top in a good old fashioned chocolate cone."
"We don't... sell hot fudge sundaes in cones." The man told them.
"Fine then! That's fine!" Cartman yelled,obviously irritated.
"Fatass..."
"No Kahl! They need to understand that what Eric Cartman wants Eric Cartman gets!" Cartman smiled devilishly.
"No Cartman, just no." Kyle insisted, "let's just eat."
"Nooooo kaaaaahhhhllll.... I'm trying to stand my groooouuuuuunnd." Cartman complained, Kyle just shook his head and giggled at how adorable Cartman was when he pouts.
"You're lucky I love you." He mumbled under his breath.
The two of them sat down and began to eat their ice cream when Stan and his girlfriend, Wendy Testaburger, walked in.
Stan was looking really fancy and Wendy was wearing a strange red dress. The two of them walked in then took one look at Kyman, and both their jaws dropped.
"Wha-" Wendy cut Stan off, "What are you two faggots doing at our ice cream parlor?" She asked rudely.
Kyle glared back and snorted. "This isn't your ice cream parlor Wendy, just because you want something doesn't make it yours."
"Yeah, fuck off you stupid slut! Me and Kahl have been going here for months and we've never ran into 'the pussy and the beast'" Cartman added.
Kyle liked that he had someone on his side, but Stan was his best friend and he still felt bad.
Stan looked at Kyle, more confused than anything else. "So dude... how long has..." he gestured to all of Cartman. "...This been going on?"
"Excuse you?" Cartman joked in the way that only Kyle was used to, sweet and innocent but still with a bit of thinking he's better than you.
"Fuck off Stan, why is it okay for you to go spend all of your time with Wendy but I can't even hang out with Cartman !?" Kyle snapped.
"I wasn't saying there was anything wrong with you hanging out with fatass, so what are you trying to hide?" Stan asked as Wendy got some ice cream for the two of them.
Kyle felt himself blush a little. "I'm not trying to hide anything from you Stan."
"Come on Stan," Wendy said walking back up to them. "Let's not let these retards ruin our date."
"Ignore then Kahl, if I'm not allowed to fight, then you're not either!"
So Wendy and Stan walked away whispering about what had just happened.
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The secret ( kyman)
FanfictionDISCLAIMER: THIS IS REALLY WEIRD AND INVOLVES A LOT OF SHIPPING! Kyle and Cartman have been dating for a while now, follow them as they cope with keeping their relationship secret... for a little bit at least. After a while, rumors spread and they...
